Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 28
Guo Chun stretched out his hand and said politely.Some of them had very short beards, more like stubble, and they were wearing a gray suit, which made them look somewhat presentable.

There were several friends surrounding him. As soon as Guo Chunyi spoke, those people also looked at Bao Guowei.

"My name is Bao Guowei. This seat is quite good. I can see the scenery outside the window. I will sit here. I am very happy to be your seatmate."

Bao Guowei also stretched out his hand and shook it.

"Okay, brother. Your suit goes well with it. Black jacket and white lining, the most popular colors in Britain. Are you a day student or a boarding student?"

"I am a day student. My family lives in Gusu."

"I'm a day student, too. I also live in Gusu City, but I'm not with my parents. I have a house of my own. I can bring you to my house when I have time."

Guo Chun noticed that Bao Guowei's arm was a bit strong, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Bao Guowei, your arms are a bit thick. You don't exercise enough, right?"

After these days of exercise, Bao Guowei's arms are indeed much thicker than those of his peers.For ordinary people, one month is enough time to squeeze out the effects of the welfare period for fitness novices. During this period, the improvement of the body is obvious to the naked eye.

"Occasionally I exercise on my own, running and boxing. I just practice blindly."

"You are in such good shape, do you want to try playing basketball? I am on the school team and the captain of the Himalaya basketball team. If you play well, I will let you join the team."

"Haha, it depends on the situation. I haven't played much before and I don't know how well I can play. If you play well, then join."

Bao Guowei would not refuse. He had nothing important to do for the time being, and making friends with the children of these dignitaries was considered business.

"Okay, Bao Guowei, you must come and give it a try. Our Himalayan team is short of an agile center. Except for Pang Sil, this group of people don't usually exercise much, and they are too good at playing."

After that, Guo Chun started chatting with his friends again.

Bao Guowei took out everything in his bag: he brought water cups, draft paper, brushes, inks and pencils. As for the books, he still had to take them back. The school would issue new textbooks for new subjects, and these elementary schools The old textbooks are not useful at all.

Of course, you can also leave a few novels for entertainment.

"Guo Chun, I heard that you and Song Jiaxuan..."

"Hey, Gong Deming, don't talk about this in school, but seriously, damn, I spent 500 yuan to get this done. I asked my dad for a long time before I got the money. I got the money. I feel at ease."

The man named Gong Deming was wearing a tan Chinese tunic suit with a white plush scarf wrapped around his neck.

"500 yuan, damn, it seems to be real."

"Gong Deming, if you just talk about Guo Chun, you've done a lot of those things."

"Pangsil, didn't you tell me not to talk about this matter in school?"

"..."

Judging from the familiar appearance of these people, they are obviously repeaters, the kind who can't even advance to the first grade of middle school.

Next to Guo Chun was a man wearing ordinary cotton clothes. He looked ordinary, with nothing outstanding about his eyes, nose, or mouth. His pants were a little worn, and his shoes were old cloth shoes even without looking at them.

He just watched these well-dressed people talking and couldn't get a word in. No one paid attention to him when he occasionally said a few words. It seemed that he wanted to integrate into the upper class circle, but no one was willing to accept him.

As time goes by, the number of people in the classroom gradually increases and it becomes more lively. However, most students have not made friends yet and just sit quietly in their seats and read the books they brought from home.

According to Bao Guowei's visual inspection, there are only about thirty seats in a class, which means that there are only more than 30 people in a class, which is far less terrifying than the six, seventy, or even seven or eighty people in a class in later generations.

Another gentleman wearing glasses came to the classroom and walked to the podium to sort out some documents.He seemed to be less than 1.7 meters tall and looked about 50 to [-] years old, but there was not a single gray hair in sight because his hair was already bald.As soon as he came, Guo Chun and others stopped gathering together and stayed in their seats. Some even turned around and left the classroom. It seemed that they were not from this class.

Bao Guowei is sitting in the northwest corner of the classroom. There is no one on the left, but Guo Chun is on the right. To the right of Guo Chun is the student who is wearing ordinary or even shabby clothes.

After a few more minutes, the seats were almost full. The bald man wearing glasses clapped his hands and then spoke:

"Everyone, please be quiet. My surname is Shen. You can just call me Mr. Shen. From now on, I will be your homeroom teacher and your arithmetic teacher."

No wonder he became bald at a young age. He originally taught arithmetic, Bao Guowei thought to himself.

"As for the people, they are almost here. Girls stay, and boys follow me to the Academic Affairs Office. Move your books and don't complain. It's not that the school doesn't pay people to help you move the books. It's the students of our new school. Everyone has to do it themselves to have enough food and clothing."

This is a tradition, and later schools have always had the practice of asking male students to move books. It seems that this will become an intangible cultural heritage that will be passed down for a long time.

After Mr. Shen finished speaking, he went out, and a group of boys followed him to help move books.

Guo Chun patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder.

"Bao Guowei, are you going to move the books together?"

"Okay, let's go."

Bao Guowei and Guo Chun got up and went out together through the back door.

"Guo Chun, I'll go with you too."

It was the man wearing an ordinary cotton coat and old trousers, and he followed him.

As expected, he was wearing old cloth shoes that were somewhat yellowed and looked a little out of shape.

Guo Chun ignored him and only talked to Bao Guowei.

"Bao Guowei, let me tell you, the man named Shen is very strict. Even though he is easy to talk now, he loses his temper at every turn in class. He likes to pick people to answer questions. If they can't answer, they will be punished by standing. All the students he has taught have been bad. Those who are annoying and afraid of him will be miserable if they meet him as the class teacher this time."

Because Mr. Shen was not far ahead, Guo Chun just whispered, fearing that he would hear him.

"Is it true?"

Bao Guowei didn't care much. What could middle school arithmetic teach?I'm afraid it's just some equations, functions, derivatives, geometry, etc. It shouldn't be a problem.

"Sure enough, how could I not know that I have repeated a grade, and what is taught in this new school is not called arithmetic, it is English, and Yingge is tired. There are no numbers in any question, it is all letters, and what else? Alpha, beta, just like painting.”

"Well, it's a new school after all, so a little bit of Western language is a must."

Bao Guowei seemed to know how bad Guo Chun's arithmetic skills were.

Seeing that Bao Guowei didn't say much, Guo Chun turned to the man in cotton-padded clothes and said:
"Chen Jinhua, you think so."

Chen Jinhua was following Bao Guowei silently. When he saw Guo Chun asking him something, he suddenly seemed very happy:

"Yeah, yeah, yes, that guy surnamed Shen is not a good person. He is too strict. We will be really unlucky if we get into trouble with him."

Chen Jinhua might be a little excited and spoke a little loudly, so that people around him could hear him and look at him.

Only then did he react, and he quickly covered his mouth and secretly glanced at Mr. Shen who was walking in front, for fear that he would hear what he said.

(End of this chapter)