My ears hurt. Before Xiao Qiang could scream, my mother's Wenrong's voice sounded: "Hmph, do you want to skip school if you hide here sneakily? You kid are getting less and less good at studying, and your grades are almost nothing. Now you still learn to lie to deceive adults. If you skip school, you won't be able to piss off!" As he said, his voice choked.

Xiao Qiang was an orphan in his previous life, and he had never been cared for by such relatives. He felt a fever in his heart and kept saying, "Mom, I'm so awkward. My ears are about to be twisted. I'll go to school now."

Xiao Qiang stopped step by step and said helplessly to Wenrong who was following him: "Mom, what do you follow me? I'll just go alone."

"You are alone, and you are gone, and I don't know your thoughts. Xiao Qiang, it's not that my mother is long-winded. You are both 18 years old and a big guy, why are you still ignorant? Who is your parents working so hard for? It's not that you have some prospects for you? Why can't you understand us? You still worry about us every few days?" Wenrong said as he thought of this incompetent son, and he couldn't help but blush his eyes.

Xiao Qiang's heart was filled with heat, he stopped and said softly: "Mom, I know I was wrong. I will correct it. I will not embarrass you and dad. Don't worry, I promise you that I will go to school honestly."

It was obviously not the first time Wenrong heard him as such a promise, and spat: "What does not mean to embarrass us? You can only get into college after studying hard. That is related to your future. Your parents are old, so what else can you ask for? I just hope you can have a good future..."

"Yes, yes, I must study hard. Mom, go back, I'm leaving!" Xiao Qiang said, quickly ran out of the gate of the military logistics department, passed through the street, and disappeared into the alley.

"This kid!" Wenrong saw that he was running fast and was also going to school. He shook his head, looked at the time, and went to work.

Xiao Qiang ran into the alley in one breath, gasping for breath with his waist. It was a good thing for someone to care about it, and it would also bring him unfamiliar warmth. However, his mother's nagging like this still made him unable to stand it.

It’s better to go to school. Anyway, I’m looking for a place to digest my memory. Just stare in class.

The school and the Military Region Logistics Department are two parallel streets. The alleys are the closest passages to connect the two streets. However, they are too narrow and there are no vehicles to enter. Bicycles will be blocked by people coming and going. In addition, the bluestone road has been disrepaired and has uneven potholes, and there are only a few pedestrians.

Xiao Qiang knew from his memory that the No. 15 Middle School he attended was just an ordinary middle school, with junior high school and high school. The teaching quality was average. All students were carried up from nearby primary schools based on the principle of regional nearby enrollment. The truly outstanding students had long been taken away by the Provincial Key No. 1 Middle School.

The school gate was closed, and the small door was still open. A gatekeeper wearing reading glasses was sorting and sorting newspapers and letters on the table.

Xiao Qiang rushed in and looked at the big clock hanging in the mailroom from the side. At 8:30, the first class was halfway through.

After entering the gate, he slowed down and looked as he walked.

In terms of mentality, Xiao Qiang is already an adult. Since he was originally an orphan, he naturally has an attachment to his current parental affection, but it is really difficult to let him go to school honestly. Putting aside the resistance, the already vicissitudes of mind will never return to his innocent student days.

Sitting in the same classroom with a simple student, he will also truly realize that both sides are completely from two worlds!

I will never be so awe of teachers and schools, I will never be ashamed of not being attentive to listen, I will never be troubled by my daily homework, I will never be afraid of exams, I will never be envious of the boast between classmates, and I will never be excited by the look of a female classmate.

"How old were I when I died?" Xiao Qiang laughed in silence and shook his head.

There are two playgrounds at No. 15 Middle School. The front is smaller and used by the junior high school. The left is larger and belongs to the high school. At this time, two classes were in physical education class on the playground. When they saw Xiao Guo swaying across the playground, everyone stopped moving. It was not that the late person had seen it. It was heard occasionally when he was late for so long, but like him, he would not hurry to the classroom and act like an indifferent attitude. That was rare.

In his previous life, the surrounding areas of the school were highly developed and opened into commercial and residential buildings. There was only a little left in the street shops, which was only enough for the students to crowd out to do exercises. There was no such large area, and it was so luxurious that there were two playgrounds. In this regard, the schools of this era had not become so vigilant that they wanted to turn the school into a money printing factory or a place for teaching and educating people.

He looked around and didn't see the physical education teacher in the junior high school who had already walked towards him.

"I'm full and I'm not a student in your class. I'm stopping me and whining, wasting my time. I'm having a problem!" Xiao Qiang walked into the teaching building angrily, without expecting that it was his indifferent attitude that aroused the anger of the physical education teacher, so that he was stopped by the physical education teacher in two classes for a long time to teach him a lesson.

The third class (2) he works in is on the fourth floor. According to the youth's memory, there are three classes in the third year of high school, five classes in the second year of high school, and seven classes in the first year of high school. It is said that there are generally more than seven classes in junior high school, which shows that more and more students of appropriate age, and the teaching pressure in the school is getting greater and greater.

Family planning has been implemented for many years, and it seems that it has been still in its previous lives, but the number of people is still increasing, which can be seen from the number of enrollment in the school.

No wonder the employment pressure in the previous life is so great. Every year when I release it, I am hungry. Graduating from college means unemployment. Seeing that there are so many students now, it is no wonder that colleges will expand their enrollment in the future.

Expand recruitment?

Xiao Qiang stopped. By the way, in the youth's memory, on average, the admission rate for high school entrance examinations was only ten percent, which means that only one or two out of ten people could go to college. Therefore, the teacher said on it every day that "thousands of troops cross a single-plank bridge" to let students study hard.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. After integrating the new memories, he then compared the broken original memories. He had confirmed that this era is not so far from the era he came from, and may not exceed thirty years, confirming the memories before and after, and he felt like he was watching history in a dream.

In this era, the admission rate of key middle schools is twice as high as that of ordinary middle schools. It is the hope for students to go to college, so everyone has to try their best to squeeze into key high schools even if they break the head.

College students mean lifelong security. After entering university, long live 60,000, it is enough for college students to graduate smoothly and the country will be assigned to their jobs.

But in the era when he came, he could go to college by himself, and there was only one requirement: you need to be rich!

In college, everyone still shouted inertially that long live the sixty-tenths, but the college students who play in the Internet cafes are abandoned. From the day they get their diplomas, the school indifferently throws them out of the door, and there is no such thing as a state-owned university. Therefore, even students from prestigious universities may not find a job without real materials.

Xiao Qiang looked for his chaotic memories of his past life. It seemed that he was a master of scores before. He didn't seem to study hard, but he just made a rush before the exam and could get into the top few in the class. Perhaps, this era is not necessarily suitable for someone like me. He walked towards the classroom with a smile.

There were wooden floors on the aisle of the teaching building. Over time, the floor had been worn out from its original color. Sometimes there were one or two holes. Xiao Qiang familiarly crossed the damaged place, as if he had been here for a lifetime.

"Report!" He was very energetic, and the sounds from several classrooms next door stopped, and then a commotion of dragging tables and chairs sounded, which spread through the wooden floor to the entire building.

The back doors of several classrooms were opened, and some students looked at this side.

The teacher's lecture at the door stopped and his footsteps thudded. A female teacher in her forties angrily opened the classroom door.

"Xiao Qiang! Very good. You know you're here. I thought you won't come! You're so loud that everyone in the school knows it!"

This is Mathematics Teacher Liu.

"Report, I got up late and overslept." Xiao Qiang found a reason casually.

"Oh? Overslept?" Teacher Liu sneered and looked at him up and down, "I forgot to bring my schoolbag with me when I slept? Or did you not bring my schoolbag back yesterday?"

The students burst into laughter, and desperately depressing laughter came from the back doors of several other classes.

Xiao Qiang was speechless and had been in society for a long time. He didn't care about the sneering of others. After graduation, who still remembered whom he just forgot about his schoolbag. When Teacher Liu mentioned it, he remembered the schoolbag that was inexplicably sucked into the mysterious space, and couldn't help but concentrate on the space.

The blue schoolbag is floating quietly in the space, motionless.

"I...I forgot!" Xiao Qiang scratched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

A burst of laughter rang out in the classroom again.

Teacher Liu was also very upset, and Xiao Qiang smiled foolishly. What else would he say at this time? Pretending to be stupid is his best choice.

Teacher Liu smiled and said, "You still have the face to smile! Why don't you forget yourself too! Stand outside the door and go to the office with me after class!"

"Hey!" Xiao Qiang agreed, with an honest look on his face, and he left obediently and stood at the door.

If you have any mistakes, you must admit that you need to stand at attention when you are beaten. As a student, what's the shame of being punished to stand in the corridor?

He was not interested in listening to mathematics classes. The memory of the new fusion told him that the difficulty of mathematics classes is much simpler than that of his era. Although Xiao Qiang was a fool in the past, for him after his freshman, although he had not reviewed for so many years and had almost forgotten his knowledge. Although the memories of his previous life were messy, he only had to give him a month or two, review it slightly in the textbook, sort out the knowledge line smoothly, and completely integrate the new and old memories. Even if he took the college entrance examination immediately, there would be no problem.

If you have free time to listen to a class, it is still a matter of pursuing your mind. New memories are almost integrated. The past memories are still messy. All things are only remembered in one magnitude. The details are easy to say. The years and the processes are all messy, and they are not systematic at all. They cannot be linked together, nor can they be linked to this era. They cannot confirm how big the gap between the two eras is.

All of these are fine, but it doesn't matter if you can't sort it out, and it won't interfere with your future life. However, the mysterious space closely linked to consciousness really affects him, and the good and bad luck are unknown.

Thinking of the mysterious shock that made him worse than death in the morning, the feeling of powerlessness that seemed to be about to be pulled away, he felt a chill on his back.

I don’t know if the backpack can still be taken out. If it doesn’t work, it will be a big trouble. If you accidentally put other things into the space in the future, what should I do?

In the open classroom door, Teacher Liu was still hoarse in front of the blackboard. He occasionally glanced at Xiao Qiang, seeing him absent-minded, and he didn't even have the kindness to let him listen to the corner. He walked over and closed the door with a loud bang.

Xiao Qiang took out his ears, Damn, being a teacher is amazing. He has the strength to have no place to spend money, which annoys me. He also takes you into space, and imprisons you for a lifetime, and sentences you to life imprisonment!

Thinking of Teacher Liu, who always had a stern face, was locked in the space and was at a loss, he couldn't help laughing in his eyes.

"Xiao Qiang! You are still laughing!"

A loud shout woke Xiao Qiang up from his dream. He turned around and saw that, a more aggressive person came, Teacher Li, the head teacher of Class 2 of Senior High School (2)!
Chapter completed!