How many children going to school are not short of money? Even if they are already in their third year of high school, children from small families in urban villages do not have much extra money except for buying materials and stationery. Take Lin Yue from this world for example, where does the money for a ten-yuan deposit and renting books come from? It’s all saved by skipping breakfast every day.
There is no welfare lottery these days, so the money comes slowly. Originally, he wanted to take ten yuan to find a vegetable farmer in the suburbs and buy some beans, tomatoes, eggplants, etc. that are currently grown in the field. Through [Double Harvest LV2] Get a bonus and sell it at a street stall. You can make at least double the profit once you do it, but you changed your mind temporarily.
"Boss, how did you sell these two magazines?"
The boss glanced at where he pointed: ""Grudge" is 6 yuan, and "Legend of Modern and Ancient Times" is 9 yuan."
Lin Yue walked over and took down the copy of "Sprouting" and flipped through "Legends of Modern and Ancient Times". He found that one was the first half of March and the other was the second issue of the bimonthly. They were both old items from the past.
"One from March and one from April. These are all old magazines. Can you sell them together for ten yuan?"
Under the influence of the [Bargaining] skill, the boss nodded: "For the sake of you always renting books in the store, okay, ten yuan is ten yuan."
Lin Yue handed over the ten yuan he just got back, turned around and took down two books, left the bookstore, and returned to school along the same route.
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The last class is self-study.
Dachun was also punished by standing at the back of the classroom because the dean's punishment was to stand for a day as a warning to others.
Meng Te had already returned to his seat, looking for the earrings he had sprayed all over the world.
Lin Yue walked in from outside as the class bell rang, holding two magazines in his hand.
"Hey, Lin Yue, have you changed your hobbies?" Zhang Yang bared his buck teeth and winked like a gangster from all angles: "What magazine? Give me a look."
"Stay there."
Lin Yue's deskmate Chang Mingxia, a girl with glasses, tilted her head and muttered: ""Legends of Modern and Ancient Times", that is..."Grudge"..."
Anyway, just don’t read serious books.
The classmates around me didn’t have much idea, because there was no difference between martial arts and magazines in the eyes of teachers. They were both mental opiates that delayed learning.
At this moment, Lin Yue seemed to realize something. He looked towards the middle of the first row and saw Yuan Hua looking at him with a hostile look.
Lin Yue glared: "Get lost."
"I'm telling you Lin Yue, give me..."
Before he could finish his words, the history textbook hit him hard on the head with a whine.
Ah~
Aha~
Yuan Hua covered his sore and numb nose, his expression twisted in pain and his whole body trembled.
"If you don't want to have your front teeth knocked out like Charlotte, just settle down for me."
Lin Yue glanced at Qiu Ya next to him, and was so frightened that the female classmate quickly turned around, tensed up her whole body, and lowered her head.
"I'll let you go during class time. I'll take revenge after class is over."
Yuan Hua's voice was very low. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or Qiu Ya.
Lin Yue was too lazy to pay attention to him and did not pick up the history textbook that fell on the ground. He looked back at Xiao Hei in the back seat and said, "Do you still have the letter paper you used to write a love letter to He Xiaomeng last week?"
"Lin Yue, you...don't talk nonsense, who...who wrote a love letter."
Xiao Hei quickly denied it, but the twinkling light in his eyes seemed a bit false.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
He slapped his hand on the table, making the black boy tremble in fright, and hurriedly gave him the unused letter paper in the drawer.
When Gu got the letter paper, he stopped paying attention to the gazes of the students around him and began to concentrate on writing the content.
The girl with glasses was very curious and wanted to see what he was writing. At this moment, a figure flashed at the door. Wang Yu walked in from the outside. Compared with before, there was a red cross between his eyebrows. I don’t know if it was squeezed with his hands or where it was. Touched.
The students quickly sat upright, except for Xia Luo, who looked at Qiu Ya's back with an infatuated expression.
Wang Yu took two steps forward and was about to get on the podium when he suddenly found a book on the ground.
In the history of the first year of high school (Part 1), the blank space in the middle is the name of the person------Lin Yue.
He picked up the book, glanced sideways, and walked over angrily: "You want to rebel!"
Wang Yu is the head teacher of the second class of the third grade. In the last history class, Liu Dazhi was embarrassed in public, and he was very angry. When he got to the office, he was shameless and scolded him. He was confused. As a junior, he couldn't talk back. Those who retorted could only shrink their necks and laugh. When Liu Dazhi subdued his anger and asked carefully, he found out that it was Lin Yue who had offended the old man from No. 7 Middle School who was not easy to reprimand even when the principal met.
Originally, the boy beat up Charlotte for him, and he was very happy, but now he is not happy anymore, because there is always a premonition that Class 2, Grade 3, will have another thorn in his head. Now in the self-study class, he is going to come and see Qiu Ya. If the mentality is good, do nothing. If the mentality is not good, just ask outside to take care of you. As a teacher, students' mental health is as important as their physical health.
As soon as the result came, I saw the kid throwing the history textbook on the ground, and I couldn't suppress my anger anymore.
"Throw the book, what's your attitude? If you don't want to study, go home to me!"
Most of the classmates remained silent, except for Lin Yue, who seemed not to have heard Wang Yu's rebuke and was still writing furiously on the paper, concentrating to the point of almost forgetfulness.
"I'm talking to you. Didn't you bring your ears?" Wang Yu tapped the table with her fan.
Lin Yue said calmly: "I didn't bring it."
"you……"
He was about to have an attack when he suddenly discovered an interesting situation: "Hey, your writing... has made great progress."
Great progress.
Not only has it made great progress, it has simply been transformed.
As the Chinese teacher and head teacher of the class, Wang Yu has the most say in whose handwriting is good-looking and whose handwriting is ugly. When it comes to beautiful handwriting, it is naturally Qiu Ya. When it comes to correctness, Wang Tong counts as one, and Yuan Hua counts as one. , when it comes to scrawling, Huang Huaming said the first, no one dares to say the second, the key is that this guy is still a stubborn donkey, how many times have I told him to write well, write well, and if he continues to write like this, the composition will be 0 points, what did he say in the end? of? His father is a doctor, and doctors all write like this. I can’t tell that it’s because you are not good at it. In the end, you say ugly words. Zhang Yang writes like a dog plow, Xia Luo is disabled, and Ma Dongmei writes like throwing a shot put. As for Mr. Lin, compared to The dog-shaped body is a little better, let’s count the pig-shaped body, which is barely enough for people to read, but now, look at this regular script, which is written in regular script, horizontally and vertically, lower and higher, with a moderate structure and strong bones. Everyone's style.
Can this person's handwriting be changed just by changing it?
As if to respond to what he was thinking, Lin Yue's writing changed from regular script to running cursive, with the dragon and snake winding and unrestrained. It was completely different from the previous fonts. It can be said that the style was completely different and varied.
He thought he was dazzled, so he blinked and rubbed, and finally had to accept the fact that the guy in front of him was a different kind of person.
"It's getting more and more outrageous to say you're fat and you're out of breath. If you dare to write that during the college entrance examination, believe it or not, you'll be deducted from the paper."
Lin Yue smiled evilly at him: "He doesn't dare."
Wang Yu said: "Why don't you dare?"
"you guess."
"I won't guess."
Wang Yu was very angry with him, which reminded him of what happened to Liu Dazhizi.
You must take the initiative and work hard in the areas you are good at. You must not be led by others: "Don't change the subject. I asked you what you are doing. Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
Lin Yue said: "I'm writing."
He is writing...
Wang Yu saw him writing, but he didn't expect that he answered quickly and neatly. Normal students, even if they write, would hide it in most cases, and would avoid talking about it loudly in crowded places. , he was very happy, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was not doing his job properly.
"Have you heard that classmate Lin Yue is writing? I used to look at others, but now I write by myself. What the hell, do you want to be Jin Yong's second best? Do you think you are Yuan Hua, and you still write so confidently? .”
