Rebirth: I carry a desktop computer inside me

Jiangzhou Computer City.

As a well-known computer city in the south, every day here is very lively and full of people.

"Handsome guy, do you want to see the computer?" "

The latest genuine fruit notebook arrives..." In

the narrow passage, clusters of salesmen shouted at customers with leaflets, and some brand stores also sent little beauties to the door of the store to solicit customers.

Longjia Computer flagship store.

It is said that it is a flagship store, but in fact, it is just a small store with an area of less than 9 square meters, and a small space is full of things.

"Brother Dong, this computer is too antique, it can't be repaired, and there is no need to repair it. The young man in the corner pulled over the main unit and complained.

I5 2300 CPU, 2 x Zaston's 2G memory, this configuration will indeed be mainstream in 11 years, but no one wants to pick up garbage at this time.

"Hey, Ah Cheng, this customer is God, what people say!" said Dong Ge, the owner of the computer store, while pulling the customer and repliing. "It's a little old man, I did his work for an hour, and I didn't persuade him to change the machine.

"Okay, I see that this CPU can be used, and everything else has to be exchanged, these antique second-hand is not cost-effective." "

A Cheng, named Jiang Cheng, has been mixing in the computer city for five or six years, the main business is to repair computers, the side business is to sell some parallel goods, the secondary goods are not very good, but who does not pay attention to profits!

While speaking, Jiang Cheng plugged in the power supply and prepared to test the circuit.

But as soon as the hand leaned over, he only felt that the hand was numb, and Jiang Cheng's heart jumped "Not good!" but in just a moment, the depths of the big eyeballs rotated through countless fragments of history.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng lost consciousness.

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“...... Overall, the results of our class three models are quite good, according to last year's score line, there are 21 people who can go to undergraduate, I hope you ..."

On the podium, a bald teacher was commenting loudly, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Ah!" a

roar that woke up from a nightmare, mixed with panic and unease, immediately attracted everyone's attention.

But then, many people laughed at the corners of their mouths.

"The riffraff went crazy again. "

I guess the Internet café has been open all night again..." someone

lowered his head and began to whisper.

The bald teacher was stunned, his eyes shrunk, and he stared at the student he least wanted to pay attention to, Jiang Cheng.

His long, messy hair was so fluffy; his face was tired and frightened, and he was still looking around in confusion.

His cold eyes were not noticed by him at all, and the ten thousand points hit the void.

"Snap

!" the bald teacher slammed the book in his hand, "Jiang Cheng, stand up for me!" "

This is..."

The confused Jiang Cheng finally slowly came back to his senses, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar eyes.

The ponytail in the front row, the back of the head full seat, and the podium and blackboard, "creak" the old ceiling fan that seems to be about to fall.

That roaring bald head seems to be a little familiar, what is it called

? I'll go!

It won't be the homeroom teacher of the third year of high school, right?!"

"Jiang Cheng!" It seems that seeing Jiang Cheng

still has no reaction, the bald teacher once again called names, and the volume has increased a lot.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the poor student seat.

The seventh row of four groups, closest to the broom and garbage basket.

Jiang Cheng's tablemates also sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, hid the novel, and pushed him down with his elbow.

Jiang Cheng stood up, but his heart was still a mess. The sounds of shouting, haggling, laughter and scolding all dissipated like dreams.

"Yes, you don't want to study, you don't want to take the college entrance examination! But don't disrupt the class for me! It's been the last two months, I don't want to say anything, you can do it yourself!" After

brewing for a long time, the bald teacher actually calmed his anger, "You just stand for me!" Jiang

Cheng did not speak, but memories came up.

He was a poor student.

Fights and smoking are commonplace; Internet cafes and game halls are

commonplace.

It's good that in the third year of high school, I was interviewed countless times, my parents also came several times, and I also reviewed it at the conference of thousands of people, and Jiang Cheng only slightly converged, but it is still a common thing to sneak out to play games on the Internet in late self-study.

But if you don't make trouble, don't make trouble, just don't study, don't motivate, the teacher is too lazy to care.

There is no trouble in class, even if you sleep heavily, no one cares, anyway, it is the last row; hand in

a blank paper, no one cares, it will also copy someone else's.

On the podium, the bald teacher did not look at Jiang Cheng again, and directly talked about the question of the test paper.

Jiang Cheng also remembered that the bald teacher's surname was Jiang and his name was Jiang Ming, because he was Xie Ding in his early years, and his surname was Jiang, and he fought with Jiang Gong during the Republic of China, and many students called him Jiang Guangtou in private.

Jiang Ming taught Chinese, and he was a class teacher, preaching a lot, managing more, and Jiang Cheng still hated him at that time.

It was only five or six years after graduating from high school that I heard that Jiang Ming had stopped teaching because of cancer.

The back blackboard is a board newspaper that came out a long time ago, and some words have been blurred, but the most conspicuous is the "countdown".

The 2011 college entrance examination is 60 days away.

Even if it is a poor student, when he sees this sentence, his heart will move.

Jiang Cheng still remembers his "due" life trajectory in the future.

He was disappointed that he did not go to university, and when other students picked up their luggage and rushed to the university in September, he had already picked up his luggage and headed for Jiangzhou.

A distant relative opened a small factory in Jiangzhou, and his parents said that Jiang Cheng would learn to do things with him.

Under the fence, that hundred tastes, now that I think about it, Jiang Cheng can feel the sourness.

Later, Jiang Cheng didn't want to make people disliked, rented a house by himself, went to run things to do, and didn't play games, helped distribute flyers and sell computer accessories in the computer city, and later asked a master to learn to repair computers.

Without a diploma, what to do? You can only live slowly by lip service and craftsmanship.

As soon as Jiang Cheng touched his bag, he suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

The cigarette is still in the familiar pocket.

After class, Qin Jin, who was at the same table, smiled and pulled Jiang Cheng to sit down. "You sleep when you sleep, why are you nervous, so that I haven't read my books." "

The book, naturally, is a novel, yellowed cover, I don't know if it's really Master Yi's work, but the content is similar to the cover.

No way, adolescence, easy to get restless.

Jiang Cheng smiled, "You boy, read less pornographic novels, don't go to the brain."

Qin Jin snorted, ", what's wrong with reading some novels."

"Go, go out and smoke a cigarette." Jiang Cheng neatly handed Qin Jin a stick of white sand and walked outside the classroom.

The next class is Jiang Ming's Chinese class, and now he is still explaining the problems to the students on the stage.

Although Jiang Cheng is not motivated, as a poor student, he still has self-cultivation and will not smoke in the classroom.

After all, the school is strictly grasped. It is not good to be interviewed about your parents when the college entrance examination is approaching.

After leaving the classroom, the two went to the toilet familiarly and smoked a cigarette. White sand smoke is less than 5 yuan, the taste is a little bitter, haw.

Jiang Cheng spat out a cigarette ring, looked at Qin Jin, and asked.

"Mirror, what do you want to do after graduation?"

, who made us not read!"

"And then, have a baby in two years?"

Jiang Cheng stopped and turned his head to look at the bright sky in the distance.

If you follow the trajectory of your previous life, Qin Jin, who is on the brain of the sperm worm, worked for two years, provoked a girl, and returned to Guanglin.

Gave birth to a son and took a wife.

Fortunately, I was familiar with the road at home, and slowly started a building materials business, but also opened a small shop, ran the business, and the life was not bad.

Admitted to college, not admitted to university, has its own rhythm of life.

Maybe he went abroad, I went out of the province; he went to graduate school, I smoked.

Maybe he got the civil service exam, I became a salesman; he became a small white-collar worker, and I became a small boss.

Of course, "students who are admitted to college should remember to have a good relationship with students who are not admitted to university, and when you graduate from college, you can go to their company to work!" , such a paragraph, the probability of being able to achieve is not large.

But Jiang Cheng didn't want to follow the trajectory of his previous life anymore.

Dropping the rest of the cigarette letter hand at his feet, Jiang Cheng stepped on his foot, spit out a smoke ring, and said slowly, "I want to go to his mother's college!" Qin

Jin was a little stunned, looking at the scruffy table in front of him. The resolute voice, and the sudden gaze of God, made his face strange.

"Orange, did you take the wrong medicine?" ------

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the second lesson, as usual, the test paper.

But Jiang Cheng had already recovered from the confusion of the previous moment, after all, from memory, it was many years ago.

He began to listen carefully "for the first time".

"This silent passage comes from the last two sentences of "Pipa Xing", 'I have sighed when I heard the pipa, and I heard this language repeatedly'. Everyone is familiar with this, and the whole class did not write it silently by 3 people. As Jiang Ming spoke, his eyes glanced at the four groups and seven rows.

Qin Jin read hard as usual, the tall books were stacked very high, blocking himself tightly, but Jiang Cheng stretched his neck and was listening carefully.

"Jiang Cheng, what are the last two sentences?"

Jiang Cheng was listening carefully, and when he thought that Jiang Guangtou would point out his name, he was also stunned at this time.

After graduation, where did I still use language knowledge and can memorize, it is estimated that except for "bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground", most of the others do not remember.

Looking down at the language book in his hand, very new, Jiang Cheng hurriedly flipped through it, luckily, he turned to "Pipa Xing" in a few clicks!

It turned out to be this sentence.

It seems that in order to wait for Jiang Cheng to turn the book, Jiang Guangtou was not in a hurry.

"The same is the end of the world, why should they have known each other. Jiang Cheng stood up and replied.

The loud voice made the rest of the class refreshed.

Jiang Cheng, when did the voice become so loud

? Hmm? A little bit of confidence.

For

a while, the classmates in the front row were whispering.

However, at this time, Jiang Cheng did not pay attention to this, and his memory was running wildly.

"Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn. The master dismounted and the guest was on the ship, and he was drinking without orchestra..." The

lines of words, even the punctuation marks seen in the lines at a glance, were clearly imprinted in his mind, as if that page of the text was engraved in the most conspicuous place in his memory.

The

benefits of being born again are finally your turn.

Open the text, "The Widow is to the Country", "Liang Hui Wang said: The oligarchy is to the country, and he is devoted to the ears." Hanoi fierce..."

Another article, "Advice to Learn," "Gentleman said: You can't learn." Qing, taken from blue and green from blue; Ice, for which water is cold than water. "

At a glance, as long as it is imprinted in the mind, it is clear, no matter how you think about it, it is not a word!

Jiang Ming nodded, "Very good, Jiang Cheng, I hope you put your mind back to studying, although..."

Although, it was only two months.

Can two months change anything?

Jiang Cheng studied science, the best in philology, can get more than 60 points in mathematics, basically 20 points in mathematics, English all rely on Mongolia, more than 50 when he is lucky, and more than 30 when he is unlucky.

As for the comprehensive theory, I didn't even recognize the symbols, and after three models, I scored a total of 255 points in six subjects.

That's less than the score of two courses for honor students.

I hope he will work hard, get admitted to 3560, and choose a vocational and technical college that is almost good. Hongju Technical School is good, Jeju Lanxiang is also good.

"I will. Jiang Cheng was a little confused at this time, and answered in a low voice.

In terms of character, Jiang Ming is very good, and he has been disappointed with Jiang Cheng and these poor students for several years, but he has never despised and suppressed them, even if something happens, after all, he thinks of not affecting their future.

"Then let's move on to the next question..." After motioning Jiang Cheng to sit down, Jiang Ming continued to speak.

At this time, Jiang Cheng, whose brain cells were unprecedentedly active, was still agitated in his heart.

He has read a lot of rebirth novels, but since God has let him live again and given a divine skill that he never forgets, Jiang Cheng naturally wants to strive to be admitted to a good university and taste the taste of college.

Mizuki and Jingda did not dare to hope extravagantly, ordinary "985" and "211" still could not pass the exam?

Jiang Cheng licked his dry lips, and the poor student with 255 points had wild hopes for the first time.