I am reborn and just want to concentrate on my studies

The sports meeting lasted for three days. After the first competition day, it rained in the evening. Compared with Qinghe County, the temperature in Hanning City in autumn and winter is relatively higher. Looking out the window, the whole city is soaked in... There was no desolation in the mist like cow hair.

Zhao Qiang sat back in his chair and watched the rainy night view of Hanning City for a while, and sighed: "It's really nice here."

Before entering the youth training team, he had never been to Hanning.

Like many ordinary people in small counties, they rarely have the opportunity to see the bigger world outside before they reach adulthood.

Yi Yang didn't like drinking from the hotel cup, so he boiled the kettle and boiled a pot of mineral water. He scalded the cup with boiling water and smelled it to make sure it had no smell. Then he poured another cup of boiling water and threw away a pack of black tea bags. Go in.

Yi Yang sat down on the bed with a cup and said: "Big cities are better than small counties... but they are only for rich people. Rich people can live comfortably anywhere."

Zhao Qiang nodded and said: "It's my first time to come to Hanning City. I was actually quite panicked before I came here. I have no experience of taking a ride in such a big city. Fortunately, the High School Affiliated to Normal University is quite famous in Hanning City. I asked others on the way so I didn’t take the wrong bus.”

Yi Yang smiled: "How is our school?"

Zhao Qiang sighed slightly and said: "Brother, to be honest, I am really envious. In fact, I am not afraid of your jokes. I entered your school, and I even feel a little inferior. Let alone getting admitted to this kind of school, I just It’s even difficult to get into our No. 1 Middle School in Qinghe.”

Yi Yang blew, took a sip of black tea, and said: "There is no need to have low self-esteem. People who study well are not common, but people with athletic talent like you are actually even rarer. Things are rare and valuable. In calculation, self-esteem is better than grades. students are still rare.”

Zhao Qiang laughed and shook his head: "It's not as exaggerated as you said."

The black tea was still a bit hot to the mouth. Yi Yang slowly put the cup on the bedside table and said seriously: "If you think about it this way, if you can join the CBA professional team and become the main force, it won't be a big problem to earn half a million yuan a year, right? What if? If you have a good reputation, you can get more, but we will calculate it based on 500,000. By the time you are thirty years old, you will earn five or six million. Even if you graduate from Qingbei, you will earn five or six million before the age of thirty. How many people are there? Not everyone is Zhang Chaoyang or Robin Li."

"Who are Zhang Chaoyang and Robin Li?"

"Uh...the CEO of Sohu and Baidu."

Zhao Qiang was stunned and subconsciously retorted: "How can this be compared like this? Qingbei must be more awesome!"

Yi Yang smiled: "If you compare studies, Qingbei will definitely be better, but why do you want to compare studies with students who are good at studying? Among people who study across the country, there are still tens of thousands of students who can enter Qingbei every year to resume diplomatic relations. , but how many people who play basketball can enter the professional league? If you think about it, you are no worse than them!"

Zhao Qiang's head was buzzing and he felt extremely weird, but he didn't know how to refute it. He just shook his head: "I don't think it can be compared like this...how can it be measured in terms of money?"

"How to compare? Compared to dreams?" Yi Yang shrugged and said: "I don't have any grand ambitions, such as leading the development of science and technology or social progress. That kind of thing is done by great people. I only have one purpose in studying hard. , change your life, change your class, it doesn’t matter what method you use.”

"If I had the potential to be a basketball superstar, I wouldn't necessarily learn this path through hard work."

The black tea had also cooled down a lot. Yi Yang picked up the cup and drank the hot tea.

Zhao Qiang fell into deep thought, and it must be said that Yi Yang's words made his originally confused mood clearer and more determined.

Zhao Qiang took off his clothes and lay on the bed, asking Yi Yang: "By the way, buddy, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Well... study, get into a good university, and then try your hand at doing business while you're in university."

"Do you want to do business in the future?"

"Not necessarily, I can't think clearly about it yet." Yi Yang looked at the ceiling, thinking of some major events that he could still remember in his previous life, as well as the development pulse of the entire era.

The vision and cognitive ability brought about by learning allowed him to gradually see clearly the context of those things, like spider webs spread out in front of his eyes, but he was not enough to really use them now.

To do things, you don’t just need to know some general rules.

For example, you know that one day new energy vehicles will gradually replace traditional cars, but how do you make money based on this information gap? The three new major components of new energy vehicles are electronic control, point pool, and motor. Each link will link to a series of opportunities. It is good to seize one of the nodes, but if you want to make full use of it, you cannot do it by rebirth. .

Even if ordinary people have no idea, it is not easy to leverage the current of the times. When the trend is sweeping, it is amazing to catch a wave and jump on it.

Those who can do it, even if they are not reborn, are elites.

And those who cannot do it may not be able to do it even if they are reborn.

Reading is to gradually equip yourself with the ability to do those things.

"Don't we have to play a game the day after tomorrow? Let's rest early." Yi Yang finished the black tea and put down the cup.

"OK."

Lights out.

…

The next day was another lively day.

Using the same method, Yi Yang brought Zhao Qiang into the school, but a different security guard was on duty that day. He caught Zhao Qiang and asked the same question: "Where is your school uniform?"

Zhao Qiang said with ease this time: "It's a two-day sports meeting, and it's not convenient to wear school uniforms..."

"Oh, I remembered you. You are the tall guy in Class 10, sophomore year, right?"

Yi Yang was suddenly startled, and just as he was about to speak, Zhao Qiang had already spoken with a smile: "Uncle, you are right, I am the tall guy in Class 10, Grade 2..."

Yi Yang wished he could slap himself in the face.

Sure enough, the security guard's face suddenly changed: "Fart! There is no Class 10 of the second grade of high school!"

"Uh... this..." Zhao Qiang looked at Yi Yang helplessly.

Yi Yang coughed lightly, "Uncle...he is actually..."

"Okay, okay, no need to explain." The old man snorted and said angrily: "You still don't know what you guys are thinking? Forget it, just go in and don't cause trouble. Go ahead."

The two of them hurried in dejectedly as if they had received an amnesty.

After entering the school, Zhao Qiang laughed loudly: "The security guard at your school is really nice!"

Yi Yang said: "The main reason is that you don't look like a bad person."

"Yes, you are born with a decent face!"

"No, you look like a stupid kid."

"Fuck!"

"ha……"

…

Most of today's events are held indoors, such as table tennis and swimming.

As expected, Wang Sangning followed Yi Yang's instructions and stayed at the podium.

There were several high school students studying broadcasting on the rostrum. They took the newsletters submitted by each class and took turns broadcasting without stopping.

As the competition progresses, the newsletter manuscripts gradually become insufficient. Whenever this happens, Yao Qian and his class will send a few manuscripts. When their class leaves, Wang Sangning will take out a few manuscripts from his schoolbag. Hand it in too.

Because Wang Sangning and Yi Yang won four gold medals in total, their class's total points ranked first among all classes in the school. After all, a total of eighteen classes in the first and second grades of high school participated in the competition. Except for the competition class, every class had For sports students, it is not the case that one class wins many gold medals.

Everyone's strength is relatively even. This is also the school's intention. The senior management does not want the sports meeting to become just a matter of a few classes. There are only more than 30 sports for men and women. It is enough for a class to win a gold medal. Very good.

As for the current situation, other classes could not catch up for the time being. In the end, Class 1 and 1, relying on Yi Yang and Wang Sangning's four gold medals, two silver medals and one bronze, still ranked first in points at the end of the game.

Wang Sangning looked at the time and saw that the sports meeting had reached the last two or three hours. The number of newsletters required for the Spiritual Civilization Award had gradually increased to 120 for Yao Qian's Class 2 and Class 6 of Senior High School. Chasing in second place with 110 points.

Wang Sangning couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, Yi Yang helped. Otherwise, she would have missed the Spiritual Civilization Award just by herself, even if she had two friends from the sports club to write it together.

She flipped around her schoolbag, which was full of more than 300 newsletters. At this time, they also had a name, which was called The Confidence to Win the Spiritual Civilization Award.

For a moment, she couldn't help laughing and started thinking about treating Yi Yang to dinner this weekend.

Call your sister when the time comes.

Just as he was lost in thought, another person came up to the rostrum. After noticing Wang Sangning, his expression changed slightly and he quickly walked over.

"Sang Ning?"

Hearing this greeting, Wang Sangning looked over.

Yao Qian walked to her with a stack of manuscripts in his hand.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sang Ning. I see you doing things all the time. Among the volunteers, I think you are the most practical." Yao Qian said with a smile as if he was a leader commenting.

Wang Sangning had no opinion of Yao Qian before, but last time it was said that he had tampered with Yi Yang during his performance. Although he did not admit it in the end, Wang Sangning had some small opinions about him, and at this time Yao Qian was the biggest competitor for the Spiritual Civilization Award, so she just smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing, it should be."

The president of the high school student union is really not a leader in the eyes of students.

Yao Qian walked to the edge of the rostrum and looked at the book that recorded the number of communication manuscripts. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He turned back to Wang Sangning and said, "Ah, I didn't expect that your class turned in so many communication manuscripts! "

Wang Sangning smiled: "They were all written by classmates."

Yao Qian commented: "It's very good. Hey, if it were last year, with 110 manuscripts, you could easily win the Spiritual Civilization Award."

Wang Sangning thought to herself that she could get it this year too.

Yao Qian smiled again: "But this year, unfortunately, our class won this award..." He shook off the manuscripts in his hand, there were about fifty or sixty, and said regretfully: "If it is an individual award, In our situation, I am very willing to give this award to you, but after all, it is a collective award and this is the joint efforts of our class, so I am sorry."

The anchor next to him, Su Zihan, couldn't stand listening anymore and coldly interrupted, "Didn't you suggest to your class teacher in the office yesterday that everyone must write two more articles?"

Yao Qian's expression changed. When he secretly went to the class teacher yesterday to talk about this matter, he happened to be bumped into by a girl who came in, but that person was not Su Zihan.

Su Zihan had long disliked Yao Qian. Because of the school radio station, she often dealt with this "student union president". She had a bad impression of Yao Qian because Yao Qian always spoke and acted with a sense of ignorance. Where does the official airs and the rotten smell of middle-aged people come from, asking others to do this or that?

And the person who gave their class teacher advice before bumping into Yao yesterday happened to be Su Zihan's roommate.

Seeing that he was exposed, Yao Qian snorted coldly: "So what if I suggested it? But what I'm talking about is the efforts of everyone in our class. What's the problem?"

Su Zihan sneered unceremoniously: "I didn't say there was a problem with this, but you obviously wanted to win this award, but you also acted like oh, I don't want it, I want to give it to you, but the situation doesn't allow it. , it’s really too hypocritical.”

Yao Qian's face turned green and red. He glanced at Wang Sangning. She stood there with no expression or movement.

Yao Qian put down the manuscript and said: "Class 6, Grade 2, 50 copies!"

"I'll count." Su Zihan clicked through the manuscripts before adding 50 copies to the record book for Class 6, Grade 2.

Seeing this, Yao Qian's face became even worse, but he was helpless. But now that his goal was achieved, he said nothing more and was about to leave.

At this moment, Wang Sangning came over and looked at the number of 170 manuscripts in Class 6, Grade 2, and asked Yao Qian seriously: "There are 170 manuscripts in your class?"

At this time, Yao Qianhui misunderstood what Wang Sangning meant. He thought that the number was too much, which made her helpless and desperate. He thought, too.

It can be felt that she is a hard-working girl who is both an athlete and a volunteer, and is always busy with manuscripts. But after all, she is just an ordinary high school student with poor coordination skills and does not know how to use some external resources. Resources, commonly known as "taking advantage of the situation", must have suffered a lot from classmates in the class, and I also wrote a lot of manuscripts.

It's really distressing.

Yao Qian felt better again and said with a smile: "Haha, that's it. I suggest you find a way to mobilize everyone in the class to do this together, so that you can write more manuscripts."

Wang Sangning nodded casually.

After Yao Qian left, Su Zihan said depressedly: "That guy has a problem with his head, ignore him." Then he sighed: "But there is no way, everyone doesn't like writing newsletters, although I really don't want to. His class won this award, but the number of manuscripts they submitted was really large..."

Su Zihan flipped through the manuscript he had just handed in and sighed: "I turned in so much in one go. I'm so impressed."

Wang Sangning smiled nonchalantly: "Hehe, I think his words are quite interesting, just like acting in a drama."

As she spoke, she slowly took out a manuscript that was five or six times thicker than the one Yao had submitted...

Su Zihan's eyes slowly widened.