Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 33 Becoming a Campus Celebrity Again

As we all know, authors are unable to distill their central ideas.

Zhou Shuren certainly didn't think so much back then.

There is another jujube tree next to the jujube tree. I wrote about the first one and forgot the second one. Is it strange that I added a sentence?

That’s why it’s best to use articles by dead authors as textbooks.

Because there is no evidence of death.

So Zhai Da, who was unprepared, was forced to start an excessive interpretation without any preparation.

"It shows the author's disdain for worldly standards and his warm and powerful core."

"This is a hint of the topic, which shows that the author has a heart of a tiger and can smell the rose."

"This is a parallelism with double pressure, it's a show of skill, don't try to learn it, you can't learn it."

After about seven or eight minutes, Zhai Da finally completed the task assigned by Ding Rong.

He let out a long breath and looked down, only to find total silence.
I'm so embarrassed
Then thunderous applause broke out in the classroom.

Everyone was a little bit unbelievable.
They may be really surprised at the quality of the essay, but more importantly, they seem to be surprised that their peers can express themselves so fluently and confidently on the podium.

It's like a speech.
Yes, that's the word.

There is a special "advantage dimension" among high school students. Since few of them can speak in public without being nervous, they believe that "public speaking" is an extremely shining advantage.

Yang Fan clapped his hands, but his eyes looked a little dull.

Chu Xiang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fan Junwei clapped the loudest, even though he didn't understand a word.

Lin Shuyao's eyes moved with a complicated expression.

Even Wu Yue opened the door a little, poked his head out and grinned foolishly, as if he was the one to be in the limelight.

"Wu Yue! Are you born in the year of the hamster? Get out!"

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Zhai Da's Chinese test score was 130, which is actually nothing compared to the entire Woolen Textile Middle School. There are many students with this level in the key classes.

But the essay that scored 68 points was really a bit explosive.

In addition, Ding Rong was unsure about the article, so she asked other Chinese teachers in the teaching and research group to judge it. After being praised by teachers of the same level, the article started.
Circulated among the entire grade.

Not to mention learning and imitating, letting your students feel the wonderful writing style may inspire some inspiration and let them know that high school students can also write good texts.

In Class 11, Lu Siwen sat upright with shining eyes, like a Teletubbies who had received a signal.

"I hide the rose behind me, the wind blows and the flower falls, from now on I give the flower to myself and ride towards freedom."

On the podium, the Chinese teacher of the key class was full of praise for this passage, saying that it had been a long time since such a pleasing text was produced in a cultural depression like the Woolen Textile Middle School.

Of course, he wouldn't say the name, he just said it was written by students from other classes.

Lu Siwen immediately posed like Ultraman and raised his hands high.

"Lu Siwen, what's the problem?"

She is probably the teacher's favorite student. She has good grades, is cute and has a good personality.

My family is very powerful. Drivers will come to our house with gifts during the holidays.

Lu Siwen's eyes lit up: "Teacher, is this written by Zhai Da from Class 8?"

In the key class, many people had a question in their minds: Class 8? Ordinary class?

The middle-aged male teacher asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

I didn't say it on purpose, but there's no need to make up someone else.

Lu Siwen said proudly: "We are pen pals, he is teaching me how to write!" The middle-aged male teacher had never met Zhai Da in person, so he just smiled and said: "That's good, your composition still has room for improvement."

In just one day, Zhai Da became a little celebrity on campus.

Again.

Ever since the second model fainted, it seemed like he would be in the spotlight every few days, and before the "Lin Shuyao confessed her love to him" incident was determined, a new legend emerged again.

Even those students who focused on their studies and never participated in gossip had heard the name "Zhai Da" again and again.

He was very popular for a while.

Zhai Da ignored the noise and focused on copying except for the Chinese class where Ding Rong was flirting with him and he had to listen carefully.

More than 200 words, two compulsory modern Chinese texts and the corresponding test points are all memorized by heart.

One day. This efficiency is terrifying.
Moreover, he was keenly aware that if the [girl] and the [old man] joined forces to fight each other, the situation would probably be even more exaggerated.

I'm afraid within a month, I'll be able to take off from where I am.
Sure enough, no matter how much effort it takes, it is worth it to get Lu Siwen's pen.

Although it is only "temporary possession" at present.
But I didn't say when.
On the way home from school, Zhai Da did not meet Lu Siwen again. He was a little afraid that the other party would block him on the overpass again.

This made Zhai Da feel relieved. He started with the excuse that "I need a pen to find inspiration when writing a novella", and he would have to give the other party an explanation after all. Lu Siwen also agreed because she wanted to read what he wrote.

I have to think of a way to write something for her to delay time. Now that my learning efficiency is so high, I can squeeze out some time.

Just consider it as paying your dues.

When he returned home, Zhai Da saw Ms. Yu busy in the kitchen.

Although I already knew through text messages that I would be going home for dinner today, I still asked out of curiosity: "You're leaving get off work so early today?"

In the kitchen, Yu Xiaoli was chopping pork ribs. The chopping board seemed to jump up with every move of the knife.

"Don't mention it. The factory had received a large foreign trade order from Japan and had been preparing for a long time. But two days ago, for some reason, the order fell through."

Zhai Da paused in taking off his shoes.

Yu Xiaoli complained to herself: "The factory has been preparing for this order for a long time, and now all the work is in vain. There will be no orders in the next half month. I guess I can only come back to cook every day."

Although the salary is just that, there is still performance-based money after all. The factory has more orders, so Ms. Yu gets more.

If there are no orders, the salary will be more than 1,000 yuan.

If there are no orders for a long time, the factory may go bankrupt. After all, the woolen mill has been struggling for several years and is at the level where it will go bankrupt as soon as the catheter is pulled out.

Japan's foreign trade orders?

Although he couldn't be 100% sure, why did Zhai Da feel that they were the two Japanese who were sent in after he reported the gambling den?
"Well, in this case, there should be liquidated damages, right?"

"This is what the factory leaders need to consider, but I guess not much. Salespeople now kneel down to talk business with people when they go out."

Yu Xiuli began to comfort herself: "Forget it. People have their own fates, and the factory has its own fate. The wool spinning factory has been around for so many years, and there have been so many bad things. It shouldn't be a big problem."

Zhai Da smiled stiffly.

I had been mocking the woolen mill, saying that it would go bankrupt sooner or later.

Is this guy asking me to fuck him?
However, no matter how difficult the situation was at the factory, Yu Xiaoli did not save on food for her family. Although she called Zhai Dapan, she was never vague when cooking.

There were three dishes for two people, braised pork ribs, stir-fried spring vegetables with oil residue, and stir-fried bean residue, all of which were Zhai Da's favorites.

Especially the fried bean dregs, which are only available in bulk in the north and northern Anhui Province. They are full of salty and fragrant taste.

In terms of cooking skills, Ms. Yu is not as good as the chefs in the restaurant, and she is not necessarily one of the best when compared with all mothers.

But it tastes like home.

Not a spoonful of salt, a pinch of sugar, a few chopped green onions.
In fact, it is only at the mother's fingertips.

　It's the end of the month, everyone, please check if you have a monthly ticket, otherwise it will be wasted if it expires~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)