Class 1, Grade 3, Beijing No. 1 Middle School.

"Holy shit! Are you kidding me?"

A miserable howl broke the drowsiness of the students before their morning self-study, as if the day had just begun and they were already exhausted.

"Song Zhe, you called your mother!"

Wang Lei was lying on the table, half asleep, when he was almost thrown into reincarnation by the voice, so he got up and cursed loudly.

Song Zhe said excitedly: "Wang Shitou, who do you think is the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

Wang Lei glared and said, "It's your father!"

Song Zhe laughed and said, "It's your grandpa!"

Wang Lei jumped up to catch Song Zhe, but Song Zhe suddenly raised the newspaper in his hand and shouted: "Jin Yong is from our school!"

When Wang Lei heard this, he raised his fists in the air and froze there as if he was being pinched by life. He stared at Song Zhe with his eyes bloated from sleep and said, "What are you talking about? Are you farting? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death with a single blow."

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Song Zhe shook the "Literature Newspaper" in his hand and cursed: "You are blind! Look, this is a newspaper that my father specially ordered for me from Shanghai in order to cultivate my literary sentiment. It says, "Shooting the Condor"

The author of "The Legend of Heroes" is Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School, Class 9, Grade 3... Zhang Qing!! Hahaha! Wang Shitou, you have been practicing "Nine Yin Manual" for half a year, and he is actually your love rival.

Written! Wow hahaha!!”

In the Grade 1 class, bursts of wild laughter broke out, followed by a brutal chase.

However, this shocking news still spread throughout the senior high school students at a whirlwind speed, and then spread to the entire high school department and even outside the school.

And when a TV station's interview car drove into the campus and announced that it wanted to interview Zhang Qing, all the boys in Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School seemed to be on fire.

It turns out to be true!

…

"What are you looking at? Is there anything good to see? Go, go!"

At the gate of Grade 9, Class 9, Yang Fengmei was like a hen guarding her chickens, guarding the gate of the class, driving away waves of "young heroes" who came to pay their respects to Jianghu.

In the classroom, Zhang Qing looked calm, ignoring the eyes staring at him as he worked on a comprehensive science paper.

"Jin Daxia, may I ask how you are feeling at this moment? Do you feel as if you have reached the top of the world in the five arts?"

Qi Juan rolled the test paper into a microphone and interviewed Zhang Qinglai.

Naturally, he would not accept interviews from the TV station. In fact, Zhang Qing even declined interviews from the school newspaper.

The college entrance examination is coming soon, these seven words are like the innate treasure of Hunyuan, unrivaled!

However, Qi Juan's interview was definitely unavoidable. Zhang Qing sighed and said: "What a pity."

Qi Juan didn't understand: "What's the pity?"

Zhang Qing said: "It's a pity that such explosive information should be left to you to know now."

When Qi Juan heard this, she couldn't help but laugh. She reached out and gave her two false slaps, saying: "What a beautiful idea! Do you still want to shock me? I tell you, it will never be possible in this life!"

"Hey, it's been this whole life?"

Liu Shanshan turned around and said with a smile.

Qi Juan winked and said: "Don't worry, this life is very long. You two will share it equally, one half for each, one in front and one behind. You are good sisters."

Lai Yifei almost died laughing. Families with superior conditions accept foreign resources relatively early, and their people's wisdom develops early.

Liu Shanshan's face turned red. After looking at Zhang Qing, who looked indifferent and obviously didn't understand the meaning, she glared at Qi Juan and said, "He's so beautiful!"

Qi Juan laughed and said: "You are so beautiful!"

Lai Yifei suddenly lay down on the table, and the desk shook with laughter.

Liu Shanshan's face turned red, she cursed "Holy shit", and was about to argue with her best friend, but when she saw Yang Fengmei coming in from the outside, she looked over immediately and had no choice but to give up.

Yang Fengmei looked at Zhang Qing, who was doing the questions there, with a proud and funny expression. Then she looked at the restless class and said angrily: "Look at how promising you all are! Zhang Qing wrote the book just to practice writing.

, and then other magazines thought his writing was good and published it. After you finish the college entrance examination, try whatever you want. Zhang Qing had to take this step because his family had an accident and needed money urgently."

But she saw that no matter what she said, it was difficult to appease the students, especially the boys who were so excited that they couldn't understand. She had no choice but to say to Zhang Qing: "Zhang Qing, what do you want to say to your classmates?"

Zhang Qing stood up and said, "Teacher, let me write a few sentences."

Yang Fengmei said happily: "Come on, come on!"

Zhang Qing stepped forward, and for some reason, the female classmates in the class seemed to suddenly realize that Zhang Qing was becoming more and more handsome, with such a good temperament about him.

Zhang Qing walked to the podium, picked up the chalk, and wrote on the blackboard:

The emperor values ​​heroes, and articles teach you.

Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is of high quality.

If you are young, you must study diligently, and your articles will help you stand up for yourself.

The nobles and nobles throughout the dynasty were all scholars.

In the morning he was a farmhouse man, and in the evening he ascended to the Emperor's Hall.

There is no such thing as a general, a man should strengthen himself!!

"good!!"

As soon as Zhang Qing put away his pen, he heard a voice of enthusiastic praise coming from behind him, but it was a bit unfamiliar to him. He turned around and saw that it was the principal, dean of students and other school leaders who were standing in the classroom at some point.

Here, Yang Fengmei could only stand aside.

"What a man who is inferior in everything but good at reading, what a general who has no talent at all, a man should strive for self-improvement!!"

Yu Zhisheng, the principal of Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School, clapped his hands vigorously and praised him repeatedly.

The other leaders also applauded and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Qing bowed and said hello and explained: "I just wrote a few words for my classmates. In addition, the 'study level' here refers to study, not career level."

Yu Zhisheng smiled and said: "Yes, yes, no matter what occupation, you need to learn. It is farming. If you don't learn, there will be no progress. Without learning, where will hybrid rice come from? You are really talented in literature, classmate Zhang Qing

, you are the pride of our Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School."

Zhang Qing was ashamed when he heard this and said: "Principal Yu, you are really exaggerating. Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School is a school with an age of more than 60 years. It has given birth to seniors like Li Molan and Zhao Ciyang who have made great contributions to the country and the nation. They

This is the pride of Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School. I am just an ordinary student who has been loved and cared for by Teacher Yang and all the teachers in my grade. I really don’t deserve such praise."

When Yu Zhisheng and others saw that he was actually so humble, and it was not the kind of superficial humility that he acted out of self-respect, they couldn't help but feel good about him.

How come such an outstanding student was discovered only recently?

Vice Principal Liu Duancheng smiled and said: "Teachers love and care for their students. That is their job. Li Molan and Zhao Ciyang are certainly worthy of admiration and are the eternal pride of our Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School, but you don't have to belittle yourself."

Yu Zhisheng nodded and said: "Of course the natural sciences are the foundation of the country and the most important weapon of the country. But the humanities field is equally important. Material civilization and spiritual civilization must be grasped with both hands, and both hands must be strong!"

Guo Caixia, the teaching director, said with a smile: "If nothing else, this poem can be used as the motto of my Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School! I believe it will definitely attract a lot of applause!"

Everyone laughed together, and after laughing, they talked about the business of the big bosses coming today: "Zhang Qing came from Western Xinjiang. I heard that his family is in some difficulties. Our work was not in place and we failed to pay attention to the students in time.

Difficulties in life and study. Such a good student comes from the frontier, but he has been eating nothing in the school cafeteria for three years... Teacher Yang, this shouldn't be the case."

Yang Fengmei was about to blame herself when Zhang Qing immediately said: "Principal, Teacher Yang's care for me can be said to have gone beyond the teacher's love for students, just like a parent. There are also our classmates who have wanted to do something for me a long time ago.

I donate money to express love because I feel that it is not easy for every student, so I appreciate their concern. Last year, my father was seriously ill and my mother was also ill. When Teacher Yang found out, he and all the teachers in the third grade of high school worked together to

I donated money..."

Yang Fengmei waved her hand and said: "These are all afterthoughts. By that time you were already able to make money yourself, and you paid all the money back. The principal was right in criticizing me. I really didn't care enough for Zhang Qing.

"

Without giving Zhang Qing a chance to continue explaining, Yu Zhisheng said: "This year the Education Bureau has established a new scholarship, specifically for students with financial difficulties, and it is not only funded at the high school level, but also at the entire university level every year. This scholarship and previous scholarships

The difference, obviously, is to provide financial aid to students. What does that mean? Poor students are not good enough, but they also need to study well, study particularly well. Or, they have expertise in other aspects, such as sports and music. So Zhang Qing, you don’t have to

Humility, what we can do is barely the icing on the cake, and I feel ashamed that we cannot provide help in times of need."

After the leaders repeatedly criticized themselves, they left together.

After seeing them off, Yang Fengmei returned to class, locked the classroom door behind her, and said fiercely to Zhang Qing: "It will be difficult for Zhang Liang's family to give up this scholarship, so give it to him!"

Zhang Qing nodded and smiled: "Okay."

This scholarship is not easy to get. In the final analysis, it is a student aid.

The school gave him this scholarship to make up for the situation and relieve the school from the social pressure it would face.

After all, such an outstanding student came from the frontier and had three years of free meals in school. Once it was reported, the school would probably be scolded to the point of spitting out three liters of blood.

But the news that Zhang Qingqing has made a million dollars cannot be concealed, and it will be revealed soon. In this way, Zhang Qing will get this scholarship again, and also get the university...

Those who hate the rich will never let him go.

Public opinion hurts people and can even kill people.

Yang Fengmei was able to think of this for him and resisted the pressure from the school to replace him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he treated Zhang Qing as his own son.
Chapter completed!