The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 139, you think I'm the best looking

  Pay the money, take the book and leave.

   Little Eleven did not go to a crowded place, but walked slowly and came to Xingting.

   Looking for a quiet corner, she sat down and began to compare the author names of the two magazines.

   Scroll down one by one…

   Check down one author's name...

   Less than 20 minutes.

  Xiao Eleven's eyes slowly found the direction from the miscellaneous pile of author names, and finally focused on a pseudonym called "March".

"March…"

   Little Eleven muttered, a strange smile appeared on his face, and then he looked at it.

   Read both articles carefully…

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

   Another 15 minutes passed, and Little Eleven finished reading.

   was stunned for a while, then put the two books in his backpack and walked towards the south gate.

   came to the newsstand again.

   Seeing this attractive girl coming again, the boss put down the bosom friend magazine in his hand and greeted warmly: "What else do you want to buy for the girl?"

  Xiao Shi scanned the rows of bosom magazines and youth digests, and finally picked up one.

After   , I really found the author "March".

   At this time, Little Eleven looked up and asked, "Boss, I see that you are also reading Zhiyin magazine. Are you familiar with this author called "March"?"

  The boss nodded again and again: "Familiar, fairly familiar. I prefer to read his articles. The thrilling and exciting feeling he wrote made me unforgettable."

  Xiao Eleven smiled and asked: "When did you start publishing articles on Zhiyin this March?"

   The boss asked back, "Are you talking about the time you will be in Zhiyin magazine in March?"

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

The boss tilted his head and thought for a while, squinting his fingers and calculating, after a while, he said: "It was last year, probably during the summer vacation last year, yes, it should be summer vacation. I prefer to read bosom friends, so I am not interested in this alternative style article. Impressive."

  Xiao Eleven nodded, then pointed his beautiful finger at Youth Digest, and asked, "When was March published in this magazine?"

   The boss turned around and glanced at Youth Digest, and this time he answered very quickly: "It started in June, and so far it has been about ten copies."

   Hearing this, Little Eleven immediately said, "Can you help me complete the last ten issues of Zhiyin Magazine and Youth Digest?"

   The boss looked at her in surprise, "Daughter, that's 20 copies."

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

   "I'll give it a try, and I should be able to find past issues. But this will take some time. If you really need it, daughter, you must pay a deposit in advance."

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

   Laoban hurriedly smiled and said, "Enough."

   "When will it be available?"

   "Tomorrow, you come to me tomorrow morning, I'll go back tonight to help you find everything."

   "Okay, then I'll pick it up at about 10 am tomorrow, can you see?"

   "OK!"

  …

  The sun rises as usual and sets as usual.

With conscious attention, Zhang Xuan has to read the class newspaper column every day, read the news, and savor the changes of this era every day and every second. The reform and opening up is continuing to make efforts. Suddenly advancing to the four modernizations.

   He can smell bravery 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 arguing as soon as he walked in.

   The three of them are arguing that Wen Hui from the finance and accounting class is good looking? Or Dong Ziyu, who manages Class 1, looks good? Or is the little eleven in your class better looking?

  Three idle fuckers, arguing that the fingers are long and the fingers are short, the eyes are the eyes, the nose is the nose, the eyebrows are the eyebrows, and their mothers have their own basis.

   is the one with big eyes and small eyes, and no one will obey anyone.

  Wei Zisen said that Wenhui is the best-looking, looks the best, is elegant and dignified, and has the most temperament. It is said that she can play the piano well.

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

   And Wan Jun is a die-hard supporter of Little Eleven, and his reason is: Who loses in looks? Who loses temperament?

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

   Zhang Xuan moved a stool and sat with Shen Fan and Ou Ming, smoking shreds and smashing melon seeds, cheering up the weak party from time to time, watching the play in a comfortable mood.

   After fighting for a long time, Wan Jun, who failed to win a name, turned around and asked Zhang Xuan:

   "Old Zhang, you are the most experienced woman in our dormitory. Come on, come and comment. Who looks better, Wen Hui, Dong Ziyu or Xiao Shi?"

  What does Wenhui look like, I have never seen her up close.

   What do I think about this?

Although he didn't know how to evaluate it, it was not difficult for Zhang Xuan at all, and he immediately said: "In fact, there is no practical significance in fighting back and forth, don't they all say that practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, I will try one by one when I find an opportunity. , I'll tell you the answer at that time."

   "Damn it! Damn it! Let's go." Li Zheng took the lead, and then thought of a way to say:

   "The three of us quarreled like this until tomorrow and there was no result. It's better to let Lao Zhang vote a few times. The loser will dance a disco at noon and not be allowed to eat lunch."

   There is a good show to watch, Zhang Xuan hurriedly raised his hand: "It's a good idea, I agree."

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

   Li Zheng and Wei Zisen looked at each other, "Okay, just do it like this."

   At this time, Ou Ming suddenly interjected, "Actually, brother Xuan's wife is not bad."

  Wei Zisen immediately hummed and said, "That's good, but which boy in the management institute doesn't know that Brother Xuan's daughter-in-law has an owner? What's the point of talking about it?"

  Li Zheng said: "Yes!"

   Wan Jun said: "Yes!"

   Zhang Xuan listened with a smile and said, "You two are acquainted."

  Anonymous voting, Wenhui No. 1 lottery, Dong Ziyu No. 2 lottery, and Xiaoxi No. 3 lottery.

   As a result, Zhang Xuan and three voted, and Wen Hui won 1 vote.

   Little Eleven got 2 votes.

   Dong Ziyu 0 votes.

   When Li Zheng saw the result, he threw the note and stepped on it, his face was crooked with anger!

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

   Seeing the five people looking over, Zhang Xuan also asked curiously, "Looking at the question you asked, is Wenhui really that good-looking?"

  Wei Zisen jumped out and said, "She looks good, has a very good temperament, and is a good lady of literature and art. Haven't you seen it before?"

   How could Zhang Xuan admit that he was controlled by his daughter-in-law, so he had to say, "I have 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 have a look. It's not bad. This guy Li Zheng wrote her a love letter, but it didn't work."

   Zhang Xuan was stunned, looked at Li Zheng who was dignified, and said with admiration: "Really? Are you so shameless?"

   Li Zheng hesitantly smiled and did not speak.

  Chinese food, the people in Dormitory 303 have found some fun.

   Zhang Xuan and the others brought their meals back to the dormitory, and sat in a row to watch Li Zheng dance the disco. They instructed them to twist left and right. Oh, they should hold their chests up, oh, they should shake their hips, laughing to death.

   At noon, Zhang Xuan and his roommates were overjoyed in the dormitory. And Little Eleven is also not idle.

   retrieved 20 magazines from the newsstand, and Little Eleven found a quiet classroom with no one to read for about 2 hours.

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

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

   Looking at the word "color", Little Eleven's face suddenly filled with a smile, and then he wrote three words "color" in a row with a pen.

   Finally, I stretched my waist long and breathed a sigh of relief.

The more    contacted Zhang Xuan, the more curious Little Eleven became.

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

  According to his father's evaluation: Although Zhang Xuan is from a rural area, he is careful in his actions and has a high chest.

   In addition to playing chess, he can also play badminton. Little Eleven, who thinks badminton is good, has suffered under Zhang Xuan.

  The person looks very comfortable, and now he still has a poetic and literary spirit.

   She looked at the ceiling and thought to herself: How many bright spots are there in this guy who was despised by Yang Manjing's mother and daughter at first?

  Thinking, thinking...

   At the end, he grabbed his hand, crumpled the white paper on which he had written, and threw it in the garbage, packed up his books and left.

  …

   After taking a nap, it is late autumn, and the time quietly comes to November.

  The leaves turned yellow, the wild geese began to fly south, Zhang Xuan picked up a coat and put it on, and walked towards the classroom with a heart.

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

   The lecturer was an associate professor in his 40s. He was sloppy and not fond of trimming, his hair was greasy, and the cuffs of his pants were all chalk gray. The whole eggplant was beaten by a frost, and the speech was still lingering.

   is not very pleasant.

   But there is no way, the course of advanced mathematics is very important.

   The key is that this old bangzi also likes to call names.

  The roll call is fine, the roll call is not scheduled, and I like to engage in inner battles.

  Sometimes the roll call starts at the beginning of the class, sometimes the class is good and the roll call is sudden, and sometimes after the get out of class is over, everyone is eager to see the roll call.

   Zhang Xuan, who has committed obsessive-compulsive disorder, is very annoyed. Sometimes he doesn't feel well when he doesn't hear someone's name, and his whole body is itchy.

   Really no one else!

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

   Staring straight at Shen Fan!

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

   Zhang Xuan saw this woman, and for some reason, his heart jumped for no reason.

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

   However, in the middle of the class, Zhang Xuan's eyelids jumped, and a note suddenly appeared in front of him.

   It says: March?

  Yes, I don't know how to hide it from her, Zhang Xuan grabbed the note, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it in the drawer as a default.

   Little Eleven's aura's eyes moved, and his gaze 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, and finally reached out, grabbed the paper ball from the drawer, and put it in her pocket.

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

   Niang Xipi's.

  What happened in the dormitory at noon, how did this **** know?

  How did you find out so quickly?

  Zhang Xuanhui: How did you know?

  Small Eleven: The cat has the way of the cat, and the mouse has the way of the mouse.

Then, without waiting for his reply, Xiao Eleven wrote another note: Although I knew that I was good-looking since I was a child, I was a little happy to get your praise. As a thank you, I will invite you to dinner. Bar.

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

   Looking at this sentence, Xiao Shi, who has always been calm, also pursed his lips and showed a smile.

   Her eyes flashed and she wrote: You have to unswervingly believe in your own vision, I am really the best looking one. If you don't believe me, look behind you, they're all peeking at me.

   Zhang Xuan is convinced! But even more speechless.

   Fuck!

  There are always some boys from outside classes who are full and have nothing to do in the last row of the classroom. The purpose, it goes without saying, is to see if Little Eleven does not match the rumors?

  …

   After going up and down, Wei Zisen, who had been tossing about for most of the semester, waved his hand happily as soon as he entered the dormitory and said:

   "Association is done. People in Liu Siming's dormitory voted to decide to associate with us."

   Hearing this, Li Zheng was the most energetic. After breathing most of the Liqun in one breath, he couldn't wait to ask, "When are we 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 today and cook dumplings."

   Hearing this, Wan Jun hesitated for the most part, "I'll cook some dumplings to eat. You're happy, I thought I was going to the small auditorium for a ballroom dance."

   "Why do you think about beautiful things? Who hugged you and danced ballroom dancing the first time you met?" Wei Zisen was dissatisfied, "Then are you going?"

   "Go! Go! Fools won't go." Having said that, Wan Jun jumped out of bed and went with Li Zheng and Ou Ming to play coquettish Moss.

   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 play mousse?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "The two of us have daughters-in-law. In the past, we just joined in the fun, so there is no need to delay."

  Shen Fan also agreed: "The two of us are just to make up for your face, and we can't destroy your beautiful male tactics."

   Li Zheng laughed when he heard it, and said with a crooked mouth: "If Brother Xuan said this, it's still threatening, Lao Shen, you should pee and look in the mirror."

  Ou Ming supported: "Exactly. Brother Xuan and Lao Li are considered beautiful men in our dormitory, and Lao Wei is half of them. You have to accumulate merit and reincarnation for the next life, Lao Shen."

   One night of autumn wind, the sky is as blue as a quiet lake, and the big clouds are like small islands floating on the lake.

  The sun in autumn always hangs high, people can't help but look up, the sun warms the back, and there is a slight drunkenness after drinking.

  On the grass, Zhang Xuan finally observed closely the social sleep that the 303 animals often talked about.

  Liu Siming with a clean face is indeed a good temperament. At first glance, it looks like a family with good conditions.

   Dong Ziyu is the top card of this dormitory. When Zhang Xuan, the old oily man, secretly looked at others, the girl smiled at him.

  Ouch, I was caught on the spot.

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

   The rest of Ding Yanhong's length is actually okay, but it's too short. Visually, it doesn't exceed 156, and it looks like 155.

   There is also Fang Meijuan, although she is average in appearance, she is unbelievably slender, and she thinks she is a big beauty without looking at the front.

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

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

  Wan Jun seemed to be targeting Liu Lin.

  Ou Ming's taste is somewhat unique, a 175-year-old man actually pretended to be gentle and took the initiative to approach the short loli Ding Yanhong.

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

   The remaining Shen Fan and Fang Meijuan were paired up.

  The dough is ready-made, and the meat filling is also bought. Everyone just needs to pack their hands.

  Under the leadership of Wei Zisen, a joyous treasure, Li Zheng and Ou Ming also did their best to the girls around them.

  The atmosphere suddenly increased to a higher level.

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   (end of this chapter)