Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School, computer room.

The management teacher looked at Zhang Qing who came to the computer with his card and said amusedly: "There are only forty hours in one semester. You come right after school starts?"

It was officially reported on September 1st. Today we mainly did general cleaning and distributed textbooks. After finishing, Zhang Qing came to the computer room with the computer card.

Zhang Qing didn't explain anything. After the management teacher opened his phone number, he turned on the computer and began to search the Internet for the information he wanted to verify...

In that long, long dream, he learned too many things, but whether they were true or false needed to be verified one by one.

It's strange that the historical process of that world is almost exactly the same as this world.

The same thing happened in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties and the Republic, but the difference was that the characters were completely different.

But the development of natural science is almost exactly the same.

Nowadays, there are not so many bells and whistles on the Internet, and it is mainly PPS and various text versions of news.

Search engines don’t have Baidu or Tencent, but they already have Yahoo.

But upon further investigation, the founder of Yahoo was not named Jerry Yang.

The most influential figure in the Internet right now is Li Nian, who just returned from the United States, and proposed to build China's Yahoo and Sohu.

The characters are different, but it does not prevent the science from being the same.

but……

Beethoven, really doesn't have one, and neither does "Moonlight".

Jin Yong is not here, and there are no stories about flying over eaves and walking over walls.

Teresa Teng doesn’t have it, Jacky Cheung doesn’t have it, Eason Chan and the others don’t have it.

Zhang Qing searched and verified expressionlessly, but his heart was so excited that even his hands couldn't help but tremble.

How could something so bizarre and absurd happen...

Is that bizarre world real or fake?

Or is it a half-truth?

After sitting blankly for half an hour, Zhang Qing stood up, left the computer room on the fourth floor, and walked to the reading room on the third floor.

I picked up the latest edition of "Legendary Martial Arts Collection of Modern and Ancient Times" subscribed by the school. After sitting and reading for half an hour, I took a note with me and wrote down the editing address, and then went out again.

…

"Students, this is a year that changes your destiny, this is a year that leads to a different life trajectory!"

"Students, maybe you still can't understand what this year means in your long life, but the teacher can tell you that after five, ten, fifteen, twenty or even more years,

When you look back on the past, this year is what makes you most proud, and this year is what makes you regret the most. What makes you most proud is this year, and what makes you most disappointed is this year!"

"It's just that there is no do-over in life! What the future will be like and what will happen in the future are all in your own hands!"

"Students, it's hard to express my feelings with words. The teacher wishes he could pour knowledge into your brains, but he can't do anything. He can only try his best to teach you knowledge. It depends on whether you have the confidence, determination and perseverance.

Until the last minute!”

In Grade 9, Class 9, mathematics teacher and head teacher Yang Fengmei was passionately mobilizing for the new school year. Under the leadership of the class cadres headed by Qi Juan, fifty-six students roared deafeningly: "Have confidence! Have determination! Persistence."

Until the last minute!”

It's a pity that after yelling, the whole crowd burst into laughter.

Yang Fengmei also laughed and said: "Okay, it's good to have it! Now open the exercise book. In fact, the content of the third year of high school has been covered in the second year of high school. There is nothing else this year, just do the questions! Whether it is a mountain of questions or a sea of ​​questions, there is a mountain of books.

Diligence is the path, and the sea of ​​learning is boundless and the boat is made by hard work. We just want to fight our way through the mountain of books and the sea of ​​inscriptions! Zhang Qing!"

As soon as the voice changed, Yang Fengmei named him.

Zhang Qing was startled, stood up and looked at Yang Fengmei in confusion.

Yang Fengmei said: "Open page 65, question 2, and tell me your thoughts on disintegration."

The students in the class did not expect that the teacher would be so serious when he came up and even named Zhang Qing. While they were thankful, they couldn't help but sweat for him.

This is a solid geometry.

For most students, solid geometry is too unreal, and they have to rely on imagination and composition to solve the problem, haha...

Zhang Qing's math skills were pretty good and he was above average in the class, but he couldn't solve the big solid geometry question in the final exam last semester.

The students around me opened their exercise books and couldn't help but take a breath when they saw the question Yang Fengmei clicked. It was so difficult.

Zhang Qing looked at it for a moment. After a moment of daze, he raised his head and said: "Take the midpoint G of PC and connect FG and GD.F. G is the midpoint of PG and PC respectively. Quadrilateral ABCD is a parallelogram, so..."

Before he could finish, Yang Fengmei interrupted and said with a smile: "So it can be proved that EF is parallel to the plane PCD, which is good. It seems that I worked hard during the summer vacation and my thinking is very clear. But don't be proud, let alone slack off. I listen.

You said you went to the computer room when you first arrived and went to the reading room to read martial arts novels?"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Zhang Qing looked at Yang Fengmei in shock, and Yang Fengmei smiled proudly and said: "Of all the things you have done, which one can you hide from me?"

Zhang Qing explained: "Teacher, I went to the computer room to check some information, not to play games or watch movies."

Yang Fengmei smiled and said: "If I didn't know that you didn't play games or watch movies, do you think we were just talking in the classroom? I would have told you to go to the office and make you stand. Okay, sit down. I just want to tell you that no matter how old you are,

Put everything aside this year and focus on your studies. This is also what I say to you..."

After Zhang Qing sat down, his deskmate Sun Xiang stared straight away, moved his lips slightly, and whispered: "Don't you know that the old class specially transferred the computer room and reading room teacher's office to the senior high school office?"

Zhang Qing: "..."

…

"Wanyan Honglie stepped out of the room and saw a middle-aged scholar in the corridor, dragging his shoes and kicking his shoes, yawning all the way. The scholar seemed to be smiling but not smiling, winking and looking lazy.

He was arrogant, his whole body was greasy, his clothes were disheveled, and his face was covered with dirt. It seemed that he had not taken a shower for more than ten days at least. He was holding a tattered black fan with oil paper and shaking it while walking. Wanyan Honglie saw that this man was clearly dressed as a gentleman,

But it was so dirty that I couldn’t help but frown and speed up my steps, just for fear of getting the dirt on that person..."

In the evening study room, Zhang Qing was hunched over his desk, writing furiously.

Since less than half of the class is a dormitory student, each student has a desk, and the teacher on duty for evening self-study is always on duty. No one dares to wander around and talk, so Zhang Qing is happy to be quiet.

He wrote very quickly, and he remembered every bit of that dream clearly.

The complaints I once felt towards God have turned into endless gratitude at this moment.

Zhang Qing didn't know if the Nine Stars Lianzhu gave him such a bizarre encounter that day, and he didn't bother to delve into it.

The most important thing right now is that he must find a way to make money as soon as possible to support his family.

Really, my family can't even afford fifty yuan.

But my parents still need money to take medicine, and my sister Zhang Lan also needs money to pay tuition...

Even if he has to pay for this bizarre encounter with his life in the end, he is willing!

One page, two pages, three pages...

Zhang Qing is tireless and writes stories he has read in his dreams.

When the bell rang for the end of the two-hour evening self-study get out of class, Zhang Qing had just finished writing the epilogue of the second chapter:

Ke Zhen'e was blind and his ears were particularly sensitive. When he heard her shouting, he knew it was a woman and sighed: "Monk Jiaomu, we have all been killed by you. There really is a woman hiding in your temple!" Jiaomu!

He was startled, and then he suddenly realized. He thought that he was not paying attention for a moment, exhausted himself to death by this beast, and unintentionally betrayed his good friend. He was angry and anxious, raised his body with both hands on the ground, spread his arms, and rushed towards Duan Tiande.

Duan Tiande saw that he was coming with a fierce force and was frightened to avoid it. His body was sluggish after being seriously injured by the burnt wood, and he hit his head against the pillar of the main hall. His brains burst and he died immediately.
Chapter completed!