Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui agreed to tutoring, which seemed to others as it should be, but Yang Rui himself was a little fanciful.

At the current level of the college entrance examination, he can guarantee that both mathematics, physics and chemistry and biology are full marks. Because the college entrance examination has no problems, and the deformed and deformed basic questions, for Yang Rui and other tutors who study the exam, it is only a big difference in the score. That's delicious. If English is improved a little bit, politics will not be enhanced to an excellent level, even if the language has not changed at all, the total score of the college entrance examination will be greatly increased.

At the very least, the political increase of more than 60 points to more than 80 points means that Yang Rui's total score may exceed 650 points.

Judging from the scores of the college entrance examination in the past two years, 650 points will not only be the champion in Hedong Province, but also the national champion.

In Yang Rui's view, the provincial champion is indeed glorious, and it is only glorious. There are more than 60 provincial champions born in the country every year. Apart from himself and his classmates, no one else can remember his name. In terms of application intentions in the 1980s, nine out of ten high-scoring students would apply for the four prestigious universities at this time, namely the University of Science and Technology of China, Tsinghua University, Peking University and the National People's University. A school accommodating 4 students is equivalent to seeing dozens of provincial champions on one campus. In Beijing, there is a champion party, and guests can fill an auditorium.

The national champion is different. In the two majors of liberal arts and science, two are born every year. Even if all of them apply to one school, there are a maximum of eight on campus (if there is a principal who can achieve this, you should get an achievement card), although still not The name is remembered, but this honor will attract countless eyeballs.

Yang Rui’s question is: Would it be too high-profile if I did this?

When the carriage arrived home, Yang Rui had an idea: No matter whether it is high-profile or not, it is always wrong to get points or not.

Yang Rui still remembers the last time he took the college entrance examination and the postgraduate entrance examination, the hard work he put in to get one point.

Now, can earn points easily, just give up for the sake of low-key? In Yang Rui's eyes, that is not low-key, it is simply a mistake.

Anyway, he looks so handsome now, even if he wants to be low-key, he can't be low-key.

Yang Rui touched his chin, which was quite complacent.

In the end, Rui's mother didn't put the wine. It is indeed easier to make running water seats in towns than in cities, but it is not as simple as paying for hotels and receiving gifts like later generations. Flowing water banquets are usually made with the help of relatives and friends, and visitors often bring some food or drinks, which is more popular than a separate package. In this respect, the customs of the Chinese and American communities in the 1980s were very similar. However, it is still a bit complicated.

Since Yang Rui insisted, Rui's mother saved the trouble of putting wine and prepared melon seeds, peanuts and apple oranges instead. Everyone sat in the small courtyard of the Yang family, chatting and laughing while eating melon seeds and fruits. The overall atmosphere was like a New Year's Day party.

Yang Rui is of course the protagonist, and grandpa, uncle and cousin are also very popular.

Xizhaizi Township is a small place with close relations between relatives and friends in the neighbourhood. People who go outside to do errands will inevitably have to borrow these relations. Yang Rui's grandfather had a good demeanor. Whether he knew or not, familiar or unfamiliar, he would always help. This is one of the reasons why he can retire as a district-level cadre but makes friends all over the world.

When someone distracted the fire, Yang Rui was happy, and started to think about how to make grandpa's gift work.

It is necessary to leave a few cans and malted milk extract for the tutoring teacher, and it seems good to eat a few by yourself... Yang Rui thought so, slipped into the backyard and started rumbling through a pile of cans.

The current domestic canned food industry is quite developed, and the quality of canned food is also very good. In vertical comparison, it is better than the canned food made 30 years later. It can be said that, in addition to the outer packaging, the canned food of the 1980s outperformed the canned food of 2010 in terms of material selection and processing. For example, the common luncheon meat was mostly made with refined meat in the 1980s. The starch content was strictly in accordance with the specifications, and there were not many types of food additives. After more than ten years, the situation will be reversed. A large amount of starch and food additives have formulated the taste of meat, but the content of meat has dropped again and again.

Therefore, let Yang Rui choose between canned food and malted milk essence, he will definitely choose canned food. The only thing to consider is what kind of canned food to eat.

"Snapped"

Just when he was about to pull out a canned fish to serve with hot steamed buns, Yang Rui's magic claws reaching out to the canned fish were opened.

"Looking at you going out for so long, I guess you came to steal it. With so many people outside, you are eating canned food by yourself, are you sorry?" Rui Ma's voice was stern with her hands behind her back.

Yang Rui blinked, sniffed his nose again, and said, "Hot steamed buns, right? It's so fragrant."

"Where is the steamed bun? Stop thinking about it and go back to greet the guests." Rui's mother tightened her coat and stepped back.

Yang Rui laughed twice, took her arm, and said, "If you bring two steamed buns, let's eat them separately. I'm sure not to expose you."

Seeing that it was seen through, Rui's mother smiled and said, "I'm taking it for you, son, don't be hungry, study hard when you are full."

She really took out two steamed buns from behind.

Yang Rui sighed and said, "You can't do this. How big is the goal of two steamed buns? It's too easy to be discovered."

"How about it?"

"If it's me, I'll get the can first. Which one do you like?"

Rui Ma coughed and said, "You buy a lot of canned fish. Eat canned fish first."

"The hero sees the same thing." Yang Rui said as he pulled out the canned tempeh fish that had been observed for a long time, and asked: "Have you brought a spoon?"

Rui Ma took out a spoon from her pocket and said, "The tempeh and fish are the best in hot steamed buns, do you know why you want to bring steamed buns?

"I know, eat while it's hot." Yang Rui patted his stomach. Even if he made a lot of money, he couldn't buy much at West Castle Middle School. The canned tempeh fish that was once dismissive became a rare delicacy.

Yang Rui and his mother both ate two steamed buns and put away the remaining canned food before leaving the back room slowly. At this time, the guests in the small courtyard changed a lot, and they had to talk about the topic at the beginning.

Also lively is West Castle Middle School.

With the news that Yang Rui got the first place in the pre-examination, more schools have sent people to visit one after another.

Xue Dacheng's own inspection had not yet figured it out, and he became a non-staff receptionist at Xibao Middle School. The first-time visitors had their eyes darkened, and seeing Xue Dacheng was like a fellow villager who saw the People's Liberation Army, with tears in his eyes.

Xue Dacheng has no choice. There are many people he knows. It is naturally convenient to walk around the rivers and lakes, but correspondingly, you have to make it convenient for others to walk around the rivers and lakes.

In a well-known school in Hedong Province, Xue Dacheng will deliberately meet one or two people. Now, even if people who don’t know come to see Xue Dacheng so popular and useful, he will deliberately ask: "Do you know Is the old Huang from Nanpu Middle School? He is tall, has a stomachache, loves to drink, don’t know him? Oh, does the old Wang from Nanpu Middle School know? Married a girl from Nanpu Middle School, she is handsome...also Don't you know? Then does Li Jidong know? Our principal, used to go to Pingjiang No. 1 Middle School for meetings or something..."

The relationship in the 1980s was almost like this. If you don’t know you, you can change to another. Colleagues can’t switch to classmates. Classmates can’t switch to fellow villagers. In an era when there was so little turnover, you might not find a suitable middleman in three minutes to describe people around you , But if you use ten minutes to describe your network, you can always find someone the other party knows.

Xue Dacheng soon felt like knowing each other all over the world. Fortunately, he himself adapted to this environment. After drinking for two days in the cafeteria of West Castle Middle School, he became a brother and brother everywhere.

The representatives from all schools have similar virtues. Those who can drink will grab people and pour into their deaths. Those who can't drink will shout "No" with a big tongue. Those who will probably wander on the edge of waking up and getting drunk. ...

Zhao Dannian has been the principal for more than ten years, and he has never encountered such a lively scene. However, as an old man determined to become a proletariat, there is nothing terrible about drinking.

After going back and forth, Zhao Dannian was also in the crowd, accompanied the delegates around the classroom during the day, and in the afternoon he put his arms around the necks of the delegates and shouted, "Hello, brother. Teaching and research, of course, can only be carried out after drinking and eating.

Otherwise, how can we be worthy of everyone's rushing around.

After being drunk for two or three days, everyone felt that they had almost rested, and then someone curiously asked, "Why didn't you see that Yang Rui who had scored more than 600 points?"

In the past few days, Yu Feng, who was busy working as a small worker, suddenly wanted to laugh. Yang Rui was in such a hurry when he left, and with various arrangements and preparations. I am afraid that people who came to visit and study did not think of him until now. .

"This guy is not omniscient and omnipotent." Yu Feng said silently, suddenly feeling a lot lighter.

In recent days, she has been oppressed by Yang Rui. Being able to withstand huge setbacks doesn't mean that she likes such setbacks~www.readwn.com~ If she doesn't release a little pressure, Yu Feng will soon be unable to stand it.

Lv Zhi was free, and was swimming around in the name of monitoring Yu Feng. Hearing what Yu Feng said, he unconsciously despised, and said: "I don't know who is going to stay with a deadly temper, and now complaining again. Does anyone have enough skills?"

"Where do I complain that Yang Rui is not capable enough? You understand or not..."

"I understand, you don't have enough skills for Yang Rui, you want to stand on your own, and you are planning to steal all his secret books for learning..." The worse Lu Zhi's expression is, the happier he feels and what he said. It's more exciting.

What Yu Feng worries most is Yang Rui's distrust. Lu Zhi's words are in the middle of her acupuncture point. She knows in her heart that if the two of them argue about this, Yang Rui must believe in the reckless Lu Zhi, not the shrewd self.

"I haven't thought of standing on my own, let alone stealing secret books, you'd better not talk nonsense." Yu Feng then changed the conversation and asked, "You have been in Xibao Middle School for a long time. Have you taken time off after leaving school for so long?"

Lu Zhi panicked for a while: "You don't care about me asking for leave."

"I'm the head of the Girls' Department of the Student Union, and attendance is part of my own business." Yu Feng threatened, like a proud peacock, preparing to leave.

"Hello, the Ruixue Secret Book you are talking about, isn't this the Ruixue Secret Book?" A slightly rickety man wearing black-rimmed glasses disturbed the hostility floating in the air.

In his hand he held a half-old and unrenewed secret book of Ruixue, with black and red handwriting in the blank space, which seemed to have been reviewed.

Yu Feng recognized him as the teacher of Pingjiang No. 3 Middle School, and he was inconspicuous among a group of people, but the sharp learning secret scroll in his hand made Yu Feng feel out of control.

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