On October 8, 2008, just after the National Day holiday, the principal of No. 1 Middle School suddenly called Zhang’s father and grandly invited Zhang Shang to return to school to continue his studies.

It’s probably the effect of 30 million. The school is very enthusiastic. You have been off for nearly two years and are in the third year of high school. Do you still want a diploma?

His career is in full swing, so how can I have time to go to school? It’s nonsense to have this graduation certificate.

But since we talk about this, it should be a wonderful thing to go to school to visit the students and recall the youth and original intentions of those years.

Class 20, Senior High School.

The head teacher Shi Junhai is as dirty as in his previous life, lean and thin, with a short neck, always struggling forward like a turtle, and is born with a joke.

Zhang Shang still remembers that after taking over this class in his previous life, he had never quarreled with the next class of students and had anger and shocked on the spot because of a quarrel with the next class.

When I wake up, I feel paralyzed and can't even speak normally. I have a bald tongue and will only hesitate.

Zhang Shang would visit him with his classmates once a year, bringing some fruits and An Muxi.

I went there and cried once every two years, because my classmates were crying. Regardless of whether they were good at studying or not, the head teacher who had been with you for two years was lying on the bed in a blink of an eye, which was so pitiful and lamentable.

Goodbye at this moment. The past was sad, but it could not change Lao Shi's fate. Could it be that he would not teach him anymore?

This thought came out, Zhang Shang thought about it.

Actually...this is a solution.

In the office.

"Teacher Shi." Zhang Shang shouted with a smile.

"Class Zhang is here to pull him?" Shi Junhai was so proud that he couldn't sit up. He put his left arm on the desk, his right elbow turned outward, supported his thigh, and picked up the air.

He put the position very well. I am your class teacher. Even if you know that you are rich, the teacher should look like a teacher. There is no need to be attentive to you.

"Yeah, here we come." Zhang Shang smiled.

He is a celebrity in the school. Shi Junhai teaches Chinese. The teachers in the Chinese language group look at him together and are all a little curious about him...

"I have asked someone to put your book on your desk. Since you come to school, study hard and don't do evil things." Lao Shi warned with a little majestic.

Zhang Shang: "Actually, I'm not here to class, I just want to see you."

"Look at me?" Shi Junhai was stunned.

"Well, I heard that you teach Chinese well and have the style of a master. I want to poach you to be the vice principal of the Wenwu School. Anyway, No. 1 Middle School has more, no more, no less, and no less, and talented people cannot be buried here. For example, No. 1 Middle School can't support me. This pool is too small and you are unhappy, right?"

"..." Shi Junhai was stunned and blushed when he was touted.

When the other teachers heard this, they were unhappy.

We have taught Chinese classes together for more than ten years. Who has a lot of ink in their belly? Isn’t you Shi Junhai who can write two limericks? You can be the vice principal?

"Student Zhang?"

The Chinese team leader shouted, shook his braid, pressed his bloated body on the office chair and turned his head and said, "You are very capable, why did your dad beg you to go to No. 1 Middle School?"

Zhang Shang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I dare not speak other classes. You are really inferior to me than Chinese writing."

The prince is rampant.

Do you dare to underestimate us?

The Chinese team leader: "I heard that your family has money. Let's compare it. Let's write an essay in two days to see who has good literary talent and high level, and who loses and donates 100,000 yuan to No. 1 Middle School to support the education cause."

"Compared to writing an essay?" Zhang Shang almost burst out laughing. You know nothing about my power...

After laughing, he said, "Two days are only two days, but I will decide the subject matter. The number of words is no less than 100,000 words. If you write delicious food, whoever can drool after reading it will win. In addition, if I win, the school will let Teacher Shi leave."

"Written 100,000 words in two days?"

The teachers exclaimed, it was almost impossible to complete.

The Chinese group leader’s face looked a little ugly. If he admits defeat, how can he teach students in the future? How can he lead other teachers in the Chinese group?

He took out his phone and called the principal.

The principal of No. 1 Middle School is more than a monkey spirit, so he quickly agreed. This is a business without any capital. If you win, you earn 100,000 yuan. If you lose, you will say to the public that you have donated money. Who knows the actual donation?

As for Shi Junhai... the students who have taught in the past two years have had very poor grades, so they quickly left and fell down.

After hanging up the phone, the Chinese team leader took a reassurance.

"I've bet."

After saying that, he took out a stack of letter paper from his desk pocket, couldn't wait to slap the table, and said to the Chinese teacher next to him: "Please help me in the next two classes."

After a little thought, I started writing like a god...

"..." Zhang Shang touched his eyebrows, with a smile hidden in his eyes, and he turned his hands behind his back, took eight-character steps, and returned to the shift leisurely.

Go to see the high school classmates when they were young.

Class.

The strange and familiar faces made Zhang Shang feel dreamy and confused, very friendly.

But everyone's eyes were not so harmonious when they looked at him. They just thought that this girl had gone to the wrong class and went to the wrong door.

Being stared at by so many strange faces, Zhang Shang sighed, and suddenly felt a little excited.

People are still the same person, but emotions are no longer the same taste. If you lose your friendship with classmates, it is no longer worth worrying about.

I was too lazy to attend class and went straight to the dormitory.

I lived in the school for the first year of high school and haven't come back for two years. The school gave me privileges and kept the bedding and other things. I also freed up the dormitory where he lived, leaving only his own things.

I didn't know where he threw the keys in the dormitory, so I had to find a building manager.

"you……"

The aunt who is still dressed in a fashionable way is the dormitory manager whom Mr. Zhang imagined countless times in his previous life. He saw him in his first year of high school. He never thought that he would still be in charge of this level for almost two years.

It’s just that time is ruthless, and time makes her eyes wrinkle.

Perhaps life is difficult. Apart from the bright clothes, the whole person is in poor condition, his hair is a little scattered, less plump than before, his skin is no longer so delicate, and his appearance is no longer.

"Auntie... can you help me open the door?" Zhang Shang said shyly.

When she heard someone calling, she was stunned for a moment. Students were not allowed to return to the dormitory during class unless there was a leave note.

But she remembered that classmate Zhang had a lit up and smiled happily, took out a key from the pocket of the table and said, "Just call me Suzhen, are you back to class?"

"Well, I'll come back to have a look when I'm idle, and I won't be there for a few days."

"I heard you are so awesome. You are going to be a coal boss at such a young age and make a lot of money, right?" said attentively.

Zhang Shang was a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "I haven't made much money. I'm in charge of the coal mine for others, not the coal boss."

I opened the door with the key, and no one came in for a long time, and the only bed was covered with a layer of dust.

Suzhen put down the key, took the initiative to clean up the house, and then quietly looked at Classmate Zhang from the corner of his eyes, smiling happily.

He nodded very satisfiedly and said, "Your dad is a great entrepreneur, you are not bad either. You are so handsome, your whole family is strong, and your genes are so good..."

"Gene?" Zhang Shang was confused. Are you maggots in your mind or something, and you talked about this for no reason?

The two of them rolled up the bed together, and they took it outside the door and shook it, cleaned the ashes, and Suzhen carefully helped Classmate Zhang to lay it out.

"The school cafeteria is packed out as a whole, and the food is not delicious. At noon, my aunt took you home to eat mixed noodles. It's in the community at the back door of the school, one step closer."

"Well?"

Zhang Shang immediately discovered something was wrong. He was either a traitor or a thief when he had nothing to do. He was too enthusiastic and asked for something.

"Auntie, no, I'll eat it at school. I haven't come back for a long time, so it's good to taste it."

"That's not true. Auntie wants to ask you for help..."

"A small thing?"

"Well, it's a very small matter. The roof light bulb is broken..."

"Oh." If nothing happens, you can consider it. Don't just borrow 100,000 or 80,000 yuan. We are not that familiar with each other. "Then are there many people in your family at noon?"

"No one."

"That's OK." Student Zhang thought to himself that there were too many people and I wouldn't go. I was disgusted. This time I went there to see the face of my previous life. After all, I had it in my dream...

Seeing that Zhang Shang agreed, Su Zhen smiled happily and stopped leaving, chatting and getting close to her.

noon.

The back door of No. 1 Middle School raised funds to build a community, and almost all teachers, family members and employees working in the school lived here.

It is said that there are quotas, and the state provides subsidies, and the housing prices are very cheap.

To be honest, this dormitory manager is really not pretty. He used to have a figure and white skin, but this time he saw that it was almost the same, it was attributed to the village woman, and he still tried hard to use beautiful clothes to strengthen his temperament.

"Dingding..."

Seeing Suzhen ringing the doorbell instead of using the key to open the door, Zhang Shang's first reaction was to leave.

I either want to get along alone or feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable with strangers.

As a result, he was quick-witted and grabbed his arm, "I've come here, I'm leaving without saying anything, so how can I do?"
To be continued...