Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Pay the money, take the book and leave.

Xiao Eleven did not go to crowded places, and walked slowly to Xingting.

Finding a quiet corner, she sat down and started comparing the author names of the two magazines.

Scroll down one article at a time...

Check the author names one by one...

Less than 20 minutes.

Xiao Eleven's eyes slowly found their direction among the miscellaneous author names, and finally focused on a pen name named "March".

"March…"

Xiao Eleven murmured, with a strange smile on his face, and then started to read.

Read both articles carefully…

Start reading the article word by word, sentence by sentence and paragraph by paragraph.

Another 15 minutes passed, and Little Eleven finished reading.

I was stunned for a while, then put the two books into my backpack and walked towards the south gate again.

Went to the newsstand again.

Seeing this charming girl coming again, the boss put down the Zhiyin magazine in his hand and greeted warmly: "What else do you want to buy, my daughter?"

Xiao Shi glanced at the rows of Zhiyin magazines and Youth Digest, and finally picked up one at random.

After flipping through it, I really found the author "March".

At this time, Xiao Eleven raised his head and asked: "Boss, I see you are also reading Zhiyin magazine. Are you familiar with this author called "March"?"

The boss nodded repeatedly: "Familiar, fairly familiar. I prefer reading his articles. The thrilling and thrilling feeling in his writing is unforgettable to me."

Xiao Shiyi smiled and asked: "Then when did you start publishing articles on Zhiyin this March?"

The boss asked back, "Are you talking about the time of March for Zhiyin Magazine?"

Xiao Eleven was stunned for a moment, and then said Nuo Nuo: "Yes."

The boss tilted his head and thought for a while, then counted with his fingers. After a while, he said: "It happened last year, probably during the summer vacation last year. Yes, it should be the summer vacation. I prefer reading friends, so I am interested in this alternative style of article. Very impressive.”

Little Eleven nodded, then pointed at Youth Digest with a pretty finger and asked: "When was March published in this magazine?"

The boss turned around and looked at Youth Digest, and answered quickly this time: "I started in June, and there are only about ten books so far."

Hearing this, Xiao Shiyi immediately said: "Can you help me get all the last ten issues of Zhiyin Magazine and Youth Digest?"

The boss looked at her in surprise, "Girl, that's 20 books."

"I know, can you help me find it?"

"I'll give it a try and I should be able to find one from the past. But this will take some time. My dear, if you really need it, you have to pay a deposit in advance."

"Okay." Xiao Eleven responded, took out two 10-yuan bills and put them on the counter, and asked slowly: "Are these enough?"

Laoban quickly smiled and said: "That's enough."

"When can I get it?"

"Tomorrow, you come to me tomorrow morning and I will go back tonight to help you find it."

"Okay, then I'll pick it up around 10 a.m. tomorrow, do you think that's okay?"

"Okay!"

…

The sun rises as usual and sets as usual.

With conscious attention, Zhang Xuan reads the class newspaper every day, reads the news, and savors the changes of this era every day and every second. Reform and opening up are continuing to exert force, and all strata of the country are following the call from above. Suddenly advance towards the four modernizations.

He could smell the courage to move forward in the air.

At noon the next day, when Zhang Xuan returned to the dormitory from the rented house, he heard Wei Zisen, Wan Jun and Li Zheng making a noise as soon as they entered the door.

The three of them were arguing about whether Wen Hui from the accounting class was good-looking? Or is Dong Ziyu who manages Class 1 good-looking? Or maybe the little eleven in my class is more beautiful?

Three idiots who were just fucking around and arguing about which one has longer fingers and which one has shorter fingers, eyes are eyes, noses are noses, and eyebrows are eyebrows, and they all have their own damn reasons.

Even those who are big-eyed and small-eyed will not obey anyone.

Wei Zisen said that Wenhui was the most beautiful, had the best appearance, was elegant and dignified, and had the most temperament. It was said that Wenhui also played the piano well.

Li Zheng is Dong Ziyu's supporter, and is currently instigating Wei Zisen to contact Liu Siming's dormitory so that he can use his strength to pursue him.

Wan Jun is a die-hard supporter of Xiao Shiyi, and his reason is just one: Who should lose because of his looks? Who loses temperament?

Li Zheng, Wei Zisen and Wan Jun argued endlessly. His face was red and he was about to have a fight.

Zhang Xuan moved a stool and sat with Shen Fan and Ou Ming, smoking silk and cracking melon seeds, cheering up the weak one from time to time, and watching the show in a comfortable mood.

After arguing for a long time, Wan Jun couldn't win a name. He was very angry and turned around to ask Zhang Xuan:

"Old Zhang, you are the most experienced with women in our dormitory. Come on, let's judge who is better looking, Wen Hui, Dong Ziyu or Xiao Shiyi?"

I have never seen Wen Hui up close.

What do I think of this?

Although I didn’t know how to comment, it didn’t bother Zhang Xuan at all. He immediately said: “Actually, there is no practical significance in arguing. Don’t they all say that practice is the only criterion for testing truth? I will try it one by one when I find an opportunity. , I’ll tell you the answer when the time comes.”

"Damn it! Damn it! Go away." Li Zheng took the lead in saying something, and then thought of a way to say:

"The three of us will keep arguing until tomorrow with no result. We might as well let Lao Zhang vote, and the loser will dance a disco at noon and not be allowed to eat lunch."

Seeing a good show, Zhang Xuan quickly raised his hand: "This is a good idea, I agree."

Upon seeing this, Ou Ming and Shen Fan quickly raised their hands, "We also express our support."

Li Zheng and Wei Zisen looked at each other and said, "Okay, that's it."

At this time Ou Ming suddenly interjected, "Actually, Brother Xuan's wife is pretty good too."

Wei Zisen immediately groaned and said, "That's true, but which boy in the school doesn't know that Brother Xuan's wife has a daughter-in-law? What's the point of talking about it?"

Li Zheng said: "That's right!"

Wan Jun said: "That's right!"

Zhang Xuan laughed and said, "I guess you know each other."

Anonymous voting, Wen Hui was assigned No. 1, Dong Ziyu was assigned No. 2, and Xiao Shiyi was assigned No. 3.

As a result, Zhang Xuan and three other people voted, and Wen Hui got 1 vote.

Little Eleven got 2 votes.

Dong Ziyu 0 votes.

When Li Zheng saw the result, he threw the note away and stepped on it. His face became angry!

At this time, Shen Fan suddenly asked Zhang Xuan, "Brother Xuan, why did you vote for Xiao11?"

Seeing the five people looking over, Zhang Xuan also asked curiously: "Looking at your question, is Wen Hui really so good-looking?"

Wei Zisen said, "She is beautiful, has a very good temperament, and is a very literary and artistic lady. Haven't you seen her?"

How could Zhang Xuan admit that he was being controlled by his wife, so he could only say: "I've seen it from a distance, but I haven't seen it up close."

Wan Jun also said at this time, "Then you should go and take a look. It's pretty good. This guy Li Zheng wrote a love letter to her, but he didn't succeed."

Zhang Xuan was stunned, looking at the handsome Li Zheng, and said with admiration: "Really or not? Are you so shameless?"

Li Zheng hesitated, smiled and said nothing.

During lunch, the people in dormitory 303 had fun.

Zhang Xuan and others took their meals back to the dormitory, and sat in a row to watch Li Zheng dance the disco. They ordered people to twist to the left, twist to the right, ouch, it's time to puff up their chests, ouch, it's time to shake their buttocks, it made me laugh so hard.

At noon, Zhang Xuan was enjoying himself with his roommates in the dormitory. And Xiao Eleven was not idle either.

After retrieving 20 magazines from the newsstand, Little Eleven found a quiet classroom where no one was and read them for almost 2 hours.

After reading, Xiao Eleven meditated on the white paper on the table for about two minutes, and finally picked up a pen and wrote three words on the paper: talent, color.

His eyes stayed on "talent" for a few seconds, and then he was stunned at "color". There was an inexplicable emotion on his face, and he picked up the pen and copied it twice.

Looking at the word "色", Xiao Eleven's face suddenly burst into smiles, and then he wrote three more words for "色" with a pen.

Finally, he took a long stretch and breathed a sigh of relief.

The more he comes into contact with Zhang Xuan, the more curious Little Eleven becomes.

The Zhang Xuan she knew could play chess, and neither her father nor Mr. Yang Guoting were enemies in one round.

According to his father’s evaluation: Although Zhang Xuan comes from the countryside, he is very calculating and has a lot of ambitions.

In addition to being able to play chess and badminton, Xiao Shiyi thought he was good at badminton, but he suffered a lot at the hands of Zhang Xuan.

The person looks very comfortable, and now he actually has a sense of poetry and calligraphy.

She looked at the ceiling and thought: How many bright spots does this guy who was initially looked down upon by Yang Manjing and her daughter still have?

Thinking, thinking...

Finally, he grabbed the white paper with his hand and crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the trash, packed up the books and left.

…

After taking a nap, it’s late autumn, and time has quietly come to November.

The leaves turned yellow, and the wild geese began to fly south. Zhang Xuan packed up a coat and put it on, and walked to the classroom with a feeling of sadness.

The 5th and 6th classes in the afternoon are advanced mathematics.

The lecturer was an associate professor in his 40s. He was a slovenly man with greasy hair and chalk dust on his trousers. The whole eggplant was beaten by frost, and the speech was still gloomy.

Not very likable.

But there is nothing I can do. The subject of high school mathematics is important.

The key is that this old man also likes to name names.

It doesn’t matter if the roll call is taken, but the roll call is still irregular, and I like to engage in inner battles.

Sometimes the roll call is called at the beginning of class, sometimes the roll call is called suddenly during the class, and sometimes the get out of class is over and everyone is looking forward to the call but no one sees the roll call.

Zhang Xuan, who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, is so upset that sometimes he feels uncomfortable even when he doesn't hear someone calling his name, and his whole body feels itchy.

There is really no one left!

When Xiao Eleven entered the classroom, he separated from the people in the dormitory. Under the surprised gaze of the whole class, he walked straight to the third row from the bottom of the classroom, and then stared at Shen Fan with a very calm look.

Stare directly into Shen Fan's eyes!

It wasn't until Shen Fan gave up his seat angrily that Xiao Eleven smiled and naturally sat down next to Zhang Xuan.

When Zhang Xuan saw this woman, his heart suddenly jumped for no reason.

But half the class has passed, and I feel relieved when I see people listening to the class seriously and taking notes seriously.

However, halfway through the class, Zhang Xuan's eyelids twitched, and a note suddenly appeared in front of him.

It says: March?

Well, I didn't know that I couldn't hide it from her. Zhang Xuan grabbed the note, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the drawer as acquiescence.

Xiao Eleven's spiritual eyes moved, and his eyes moved with the movement of the paper ball, until the paper ball was blocked by the baffle and stopped in place.

She was silent for a few seconds, then finally reached out, grabbed the paper ball out of the drawer, and put it in her pocket.

Then she tore off another piece of paper and wrote: I heard that you were voting in the dormitory. Between Wen Hui and Dong Ziyu and I, do you think I look the best? Do you want me to say thank you?

Niang Xipi’s.

How did this bitch know what happened in the dormitory at noon?

How come you found out so quickly?

Zhang Xuan replied: How did you know?

Little Eleven wrote: Cats have cat paths, rats have mouse paths.

Then, without waiting for his reply, Xiao Shiyi wrote another note: Although I have known that I am good-looking since I was a child, I am still a little happy to get your praise. As a thank you, how about I treat you to dinner? Bar.

Zhang Xuan was speechless and couldn't help but criticize, writing: Why are you so shameless!

Looking at these words, Xiao Eleven, who had always looked calm, tightened his lips and showed a smile.

Her eyes flashed and she wrote: You must firmly believe in your own vision, I am really the most beautiful one. If you don’t believe me, look behind you, they are all secretly glancing at me.

Zhang Xuan was convinced! But he was even more speechless.

Fuck you!

In the last row of the classroom there are always some boys from outside classes who have had enough to eat and have nothing to do. The purpose, it goes without saying, is to see if Little Eleven matches the rumors?

…

After working hard for most of the semester, Wei Zisen waved and said happily as soon as he entered the dormitory:

"The friendship is done. The people in Liu Siming's dormitory voted to join us."

Hearing this, Li Zheng was most excited. After sucking most of the Liqun in one breath, he couldn't wait to ask: "When are you going to do some activities?"

Wei Zisen said, "I communicated with Liu Siming and the others, and they suggested that our two dormitories go to the grass for a picnic and cook dumplings together today."

Hearing this, Wan Jun was stunned and said, "Just cook a dumpling and eat it. I'll see how happy you are. I thought I was going to dance ballroom dancing in the small auditorium."

"Why are you thinking so much about good things? Who hugged you and danced ballroom dancing when they first met?" Wei Zisen put his hands on his hips dissatisfied, "Then are you going?"

"Go! Go! Only fools don't go." With that said, Wan Jun jumped out of bed and went to play coquettish mousse with Li Zheng and Ou Ming.

Seeing Zhang Xuan and Shen Fan sitting still, Wei Zisen started shouting again: "Brother Xuan, Lao Shen, don't you change your clothes? Don't you put on mousse?"

Zhang Xuan said: "We two have wives. We just joined in the fun in the past. There is no need to make a big fuss and delay."

Shen Fan also agreed: "The two of us are here to give you some face, and we can't ruin your beauty tricks."

Li Zheng laughed when he heard this, tilted his mouth and said, "If Brother Xuan says these words are still threatening, Lao Shen, you should take a piss and look in the mirror."

Ou Ming supported: "Exactly. In our dormitory, Brother Xuan and Lao Li are the only handsome men, and Lao Wei is half the handsome man. Lao Shen, you still have to accumulate merit and be reincarnated in the next life."

One night in the autumn wind, the sky was as blue as a quiet lake, and the big clouds were like small islands floating on the lake.

The autumn sun always hangs high, making people unable to help but look up. The sun warms their backs and makes them feel tipsy after drinking.

On the grass, Zhang Xuan finally observed at close range the 303 animals' "social sleep" that they often talked about.

Liu Siming, who has a clean face, does have a good temperament, and it seems that she comes from a good family. No wonder she can never forget Wei Zisen.

Dong Ziyu is the top star in this dormitory. When Zhang Xuan, an old man, secretly looked at him, this girl even smiled at him.

Oops, I was caught on the spot.

Apart from these two people, the one named Luo Xue is quite good-looking, and the one named Liu Lin has a great figure.

The remaining Ding Yanhong is actually pretty good, but a bit too short, not more than 156 by visual inspection, just like 155.

There is also Fang Meijuan. Although she looks average, she is extremely slim. If you don't look at the front, you would think she is a beauty.

Twelve people formed a circle and when they sat down, Wei Zisen had a clear goal and sat down next to Liu Siming.

After hesitating, Li Zheng finally gritted his teeth and showed his shameless spirit and approached Dong Ziyu.

Wan Jun seems to have set his sights on Liu Lin.

Ou Ming's taste is a bit unique. A 175-year-old man actually pretended to be polite and took the initiative to chat with the short lolita Ding Yanhong.

Luo Xue took the initiative to come to Zhang Xuan's side.

Shen Fan and Fang Meijuan were left as a pair.

The dough is ready-made and the meat filling is also purchased. All you have to do is wrap your hands around it.

Led by Wei Zisen, a happy treasure, Li Zheng and Ou Ming also tried their best to treat the girls around them.

The atmosphere suddenly reached a higher level.

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