Chapter 441 (1/2)
Zhuque middle school. The best private middle school in Huacheng. There is no one.
September 10th, it's the jubilant day of the freshman enrollment report.
One by one, the lucky children who received the admission notice of Zhuque middle school came to the school gate accompanied by their parents and families. They looked up with admiration or joy at the four bright gold characters of ”Zhuque middle school” hanging on the school gate. After years of hard study, they finally entered the famous school they dreamed of. My heart is sour, but I won't do anything that I cry with joy. Because they've done it before.
Even the parents of the students can't help but stop walking in a hurry and stand beside their sons or daughters, not without a complacent exclamation, ”it's not easy to enter the Zhuque gate.”.
All the students know that to be admitted to Zhuque high school is equivalent to stepping into the door of the University. As for the other foot, we just need to consider which famous school to go to.
Zhuque middle school has the most powerful teachers, the most advanced hardware facilities and the most open and free learning atmosphere. There are no teachers here who will force you to learn anything. They will only induce you to be actively interested in a certain field.
You can write poetry and paint, you can practice calligraphy. You can master a foreign language. You can study history or chess.
You can do what you want to do as much as you like and show your enthusiasm for learning. Because you will find that when you do the things you like, you need a lot of knowledge preparation. The deeper you love, the more thorough you study, the more you will feel weak and needy. You are like a hungry monster. You open your mouth and hope to swallow all the knowledge into your stomach.
The new headmaster of Zhuque high school once said in the media that every student is a treasure house, and the teacher is the key to open it. If teachers regard themselves as a treasure house and students as a warehouse for property transfer, the wealth of the warehouse will be less and less, and finally it will be miserable.
Senior brothers and sisters in white shirt, blue uniform and black tie are busy wearing arris in the crowd, leading the new students to go through all kinds of formalities and introduce some related supporting settings and community information of the school.
”Our school has a literature club. Liu Xiafan, a famous writer, is the honorary president of our literature club. The current president is Luo Yi, a youth best-selling writer.”
”the level of our school's go club is quite high. This year, we will go to Dongyang on behalf of Huacheng city to participate in the international youth go competition, and bring back the first prize of individual and group - Oh, this is the second prize He won the Grand Slam in
”The tea ceremony club was set up by Qin Yitian Xuejie, you know? What was the legend of our flower city? Do you know sister Yitian? Then I don't need to introduce more. Anyway, if you like tea ceremony, you can sign up to join the club - the beauty in the tea ceremony is the most temperament - ”br >
a man in a black robe stands at the gate of Zhuque middle school, looking at the simple and healthy gate of Zhuque for a long time.
His eyes are crystal clear and easy to be liked. But when you and his eyes look at each other, they find that the pool is deep and boundless, and it is hard to extricate itself from carelessness.
The chin was shaved clean, with only a pale green stubble left. His body stood straight, like a long gun that would never bend, a towering pine and cypress.
This is a very contradictory personality. He has the demeanor of young people and the vicissitudes of adult experience. The combination of these two characteristics makes him unique.
”Hello --”
there was a clear voice behind him.
The robed man turned to look at him. It was a beautiful girl talking to him. The girl is wearing a white sportswear, a pair of white canvas shoes on her feet, a Red duck spoon hat on her head, a red face, a fine sweat on her forehead, and a youthful breath.
Next to her feet is a hellokitty suitcase, which is supposed to be the new student reported by Zhuque today.
”Are you talking to me?” The robed man looked around and asked in doubt.
”Who else can talk to you?” The girl giggled. ”There is no one else in front of me. Are you talking to ghosts?”
”What can I do for you?” The robed man smiled silently and asked aloud.
”You are strange.” Said the girl. ”I've been staring at you. You've been staring at the gate of this school. You've been standing here for a long time, not a word, not a move - what are you thinking? ”
”I stood here three years ago.” Said the robed man.
He was here three years ago, when he was in a good mood and refreshed. Being bullied by a savage and violent woman is a great event.
Three years later, things are different.
”Three years ago? Oh, are you a cinque student, too? That's my senior. Senior, where do you go to university now? It's said that Zhuque high school's college entrance examination results in recent years are very good - another class got 100% entrance examination to a famous school, which shocked the whole education circle at that time -- ”The man in the robe shook his head gently and said with infinite memory, ”I am not a student.”
”Not a student?”
”I'm a teacher at Zhuque high school.” Said the robed man.
”Ah?” The girl's exaggerated big eyes said: ”no? You are a teacher? Why can't you see it at all? ”