Cultivation Shura Field

Auntie: "Eight hundred yuan, right?"

Shop assistant: "Yes, this MP3 has a large capacity of megabytes, and it has the latest STN color screen, which can display colors——"

Halfway through his sales pitch, Xu Zhe couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The clerk frowned and looked at the little boy.

The aunt realized something was wrong and asked, "Is there something wrong with what he recommended?"

Xu Zhe shook his head slightly: "STN's screens dare to charge so much, it's too much."

The clerk immediately argued: "This is a color screen!"

Xu Zhe: "STN color screens are also low-end. Yours is not TFT, not even TFD. It has slow response and poor image quality. Its main advantages are cheapness and reliability. But your product is not cheap. Most products of similar quality on the market cost less than two or three hundred yuan. In comparison, what are the advantages of yours?"

The clerk was stunned for two seconds, then snorted coldly: "Don't compare those fake and inferior products with ours. When buying things, you should look at the quality!"

Xu Zhe smiled slightly: "Do you really want to compare the quality? Then how about opening the official website of Niuman and comparing the configuration and price? Oh no, Niuman may be bullying you too much. Look at Pingguo, their new iPods are probably cheaper than yours, right? To be honest, I understand that you want to make a profit, but for a 500MB capacity and STN screen, you are asking nearly a thousand yuan, which is really too much."

The aunt stared at the clerk and said, "You are bullying us because we don't understand, right?"

The clerk's expression froze a little: "No, you...can't listen to this kid's nonsense."

Aunt: "Is he talking nonsense? Then let me see the Pingguo and Niuman, and see how much their things cost."

The clerk scratched his head, speechless.

Xu Zhe spoke just now because he couldn't help himself. Now that the truth has been revealed, there is no need for him to stay here.

He carried his newly bought notebook and left slowly.

But I hadn’t walked far when the aunt called me again:

"Little boy, wait a minute! We want to buy an MP3 player. Could you help us check it out? Don't worry, we won't ask you to help us in vain."

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The reward for helping others choose MP3s is a fifty-dollar bill.

The bottom line of the merchants in the computer city varies, and it is easy to fall into traps if you are not careful, not to mention consumers who know nothing about electronic products. Fortunately, Xu Zhe has seen the configurations of various electronic products and has heard a lot of tricks of unscrupulous merchants, so it is not difficult for him to avoid these traps.

After much selection, he helped the customer choose a branded product that was reasonably priced and had adequate performance.

The user of this new MP3 player was the girl. But during the selection process, her mother and Xu Zhe were the only ones communicating, and the girl said almost nothing.

Xu Zhe could only sigh secretly. Other people's parents took the initiative to buy electronic products for their children, and they also chose the best ones. It was not like him who had to spend so many days and efforts to get a bank card and write code to exchange money...

But after choosing the MP3 players, as the three of them were walking out, the auntie couldn't help but ask, "Are you here to buy a computer by yourself?"

Xu Zhe nodded.

Auntie sighed: "You know a lot about electronic products, don't you? But your parents are really amazing. They dared to let you buy it alone..."

Xu Zhe smiled and said nothing. After all, he couldn't possibly say that he earned the money himself and bought the computer without telling his parents. There was no need to tell a stranger who he had only met once.

After all, they didn't even know each other's names.

But the short-haired aunt's curiosity was clearly not satisfied. She asked again, "How old are you this year, and what grade are you in?"

Xu Zhe replied in the shortest possible words: "First day of the new year."

Auntie's eyes widened: "You're going to be in the first grade of junior high school in a few days? Are you going to go to the first middle school too?"

Xu Zhe nodded, having realized something.

Sure enough, the aunt then said, "My daughter is in the same grade as you, maybe even in the same class!"

Xu Zhe: “…Haha, yes.”

The girl tugged at her mother's clothes and whispered, "Mom, we should go now."

At this time, the three of them had already walked out of the gate of the computer city, and the mother and daughter stopped in front of a white car.

This car is not a luxury brand, but it is clean and shiny, and it looks quite suitable for this exquisite mother and daughter. Of course, in this small town these days, the family that can drive such a private car is undoubtedly above average.

But Xu Zhe doesn't want to have anything to do with them anymore.

The city is small, and many seemingly strangers often have interpersonal connections, such as old classmates, old colleagues, etc. After all, there are only a few primary and secondary schools in the city. What if this aunt knows my parents? If she talks too much, then the fact that I bought a computer will be exposed.

Anyway, the fifty yuan was already in hand. Xu Zhe waved his hand and said "Goodbye, Auntie", without letting the other party ask his name, nor did he ask the other party's name.

But before turning around, he took one more look at the girl.

There is indeed an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

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At midnight, after hearing his parents' bedroom door closed, Xu Zhe returned to the bed, picked up the pillow, and lifted the sheets, revealing the square thing.

Newly bought laptop.

In addition to this, he even got the network cable at home. However, the length of the network cable is limited, so there are some requirements for the specific location where he uses the computer.

He moved the chair to the wall, placed the computer on the chair, and plugged in the network cable. Then, he squatted in front of the chair and turned on the computer.

Looking at the computer's startup screen and listening to the faint sound of the fan, Xu Zhe couldn't help but squint his eyes.

This feels so comfortable...

He had developed a habit in his previous life that if there was no computer where he lived or he could not use a computer freely, he would feel something was wrong.

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Chapter 8 008 Disqualification

2023-09-06

The day to report to school has arrived.

Xu Zhe and Tang Lingfei came to the gate of No. 1 Middle School together. The adults accompanying them were Tang Lingfei's parents, but Xu Zhe's parents did not come.

Uncle Tang commented: "Look how sensible he is. He doesn't even need an adult to follow him."

The girl didn't dare to confront her father, so she could only turn around and complain to her childhood sweetheart: "Can you behave more normally in the future and stop my dad from using you to teach me a lesson?"

Xu Zhe looked innocent: "My parents both have to go to work and have no time to accompany me. Can you blame me for this?"

Tang Lingfei: "Why don't they ask for leave? Look at other people's homes, no one comes alone."

Looking around, it was indeed as she said, almost every child was accompanied by their parents or even grandparents. After all, this was not an ordinary school day, but an important day with certain commemorative significance.

Xu Zhe: "Because my mom's design institute is in a hurry to produce the drawings, she really doesn't have time. My dad would rather slack off in the office than squeeze in such occasions."

Tang Lingfei noticed an unfamiliar word and asked, "What does mooyu mean?"

Xu Zhe: "It means being lazy. Anyway, my dad knew your parents were coming, so he entrusted me to your dad with confidence."

The girl pouted: "You and my dad seem to get along well..."

Xu Zhe and Uncle Tang do have a lot of common topics. For example, right now, he just chatted with Uncle Tang's daughter for a few words, and Uncle Tang came over and raised a question that obviously shouldn't be discussed with a first-year junior high school student:

"What do you think will be the next trend of Changhong?"

"I didn't look at that stock. How's it doing lately?"

“It rebounded, but the magnitude of the rebound was not large and it is still far from my cost line.”

"Then my advice is to find an opportunity to sell. But even if you sell, don't rush to buy other stocks. Take out your chips, keep a steady mind, and don't have the gambler's mentality of rushing to get your money back."

"I think so, but it's easier said than done..."

Xu Zhe and Tang Wanghai were having a great chat, while Tang Lingfei on the side seemed to be hesitant to speak.

In the end, it was Tang's mother who interrupted the two people's discussion of the stock market:

"A notice has been posted over there, and the list of classes is out. Go and take a look!"

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"We are not in the same class..."

In front of the notice board, Tang Lingfei squeezed in between the group of freshmen. When she saw the class list clearly, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Xu Zhe also saw that he was in Class 7 and Tang Lingfei was in Class 2.

The first grade of junior high school in our school is divided into ten classes, all of which are parallel classes, and there is no elite class. After all, in the past two years, everyone in society has said that the burden should be reduced when it comes to education. However, Xu Zhe knows that it is actually difficult to reduce the burden. When he was in the third grade of junior high school, the school quietly re-arranged the experimental class.

At this moment, Xu Zhe felt someone patting him on the back twice, and a boy's voice rang in his ears:

"Hey, you're in the same class with me!"

Turning his head, he saw a familiar face. But the relevant memory had been forgotten for too long, so Xu Zhe was stunned for several seconds before he realized who it was.

"Wenhao?"

This is a slightly chubby boy with a pretty decent appearance, but his expression is a bit silly.His name is Wen Hao. He was in the same class with Xu Zhe in elementary school and they had a good relationship.

In his previous life, Xu Zhe was also a classmate of his in junior high school, but they had almost completely lost contact. Because of the mishap in the tour group, Xu Zhe was completely different, and junior high school was the most autistic period.

But Xu Zhe's reaction was very natural: "Oh, so you are also in Class 7, that's great."

Wenhao smiled and said, "Yes, you can copy my homework from now on."

Xu Zhe: "Is this necessary?"

Wenhao said as if it was a matter of course: "Of course, my grades in grade 6 were better than yours. It can't be that I copied you, right?"

Tang Lingfei suddenly said, "Okay, you're already thinking about copying homework before the class starts?"

This girl seemed to have grasped some small handle and looked very smug.

Xu Zhe looked at her calmly.

Tang Lingfei gradually became dispirited.

Xu Zhe: "Who do you think has more influence over your dad?"

Tang Lingfei retreated in frustration.

Wen Hao put his arm around Xu Zhe's neck and asked in a low voice, "Who is that woman?"

Xu Zhe: "A friend of mine."

Wenhao looked doubtful: "Just friends? Not girlfriend?"

Xu Zhe was silent.

He felt that he was probably too naive back then. At least before he entered the first grade of junior high school, he never suspected any abnormal relationship between male and female classmates. Of course, when it comes to precocity now, none of the tall, short, fat and thin kids around him can compare to him.

Xu Zhe explained calmly, "Her father and my father are friends, so the two families have known each other for a long time, it's that simple."

Seeing his boring reaction, Wenhao stopped teasing him about his relationship with the girl. At this time, the head teachers of each class also showed up, so Xu Zhe and Wenhao gathered with the students of Class 7. Tang Lingfei had to separate from him and go to the group of people in Class 2.

Led by their class teachers, the students walked into the teaching building and entered the classroom.

"My last name is Sun. I'm your homeroom teacher for the next three years and also your Chinese teacher. Now I'm going to assign seats according to the list. Let me tell you first, this is only a temporary seating arrangement. After the first monthly exam, we will rearrange the seats based on everyone's grades."

Teacher Sun is a mature and steady middle-aged female teacher.She put on lipstick and wore her hair long and shawl. The makeup on her face was not light, but the wrinkles were still visible at a glance.

This not-so-young teacher seems more dignified in the eyes of the children.

Teacher Sun read out the students' names, and when he called a name, he pointed to an empty seat and asked the student to sit down.

Xu Zhe was the tenth one to be called. Teacher Sun assigned him a seat in the middle of the classroom, next to the wall. He thought this position was not bad. Compared to sitting in the middle of the crowd, he was more used to sitting on the side.

His deskmate was a girl named Tao Ying - she wore glasses, had an average-looking appearance, and looked pretty and quiet.

But not long after, a girl who was far ahead in the "pretty and quiet" category appeared.

"Song Xingye."

When Teacher Sun read out this name, he paused, and the other students around him, especially the boys, stared blankly.

After all, she is really beautiful.

Xu Zhe was stunned for even longer, because he had just seen this girl in the computer mall a few days ago.

Wait, her name is... Song Xingye?

The name and appearance matched in Xu Zhe's mind, instantly bringing back more memories. He immediately understood why this girl made him feel familiar - because Song Xingye was the first and only person he had met in reality who had attempted to end her life.

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