Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui agrees to tutoring, which seems to be taken for granted by others, but Yang Rui himself is a little imaginative.

As far as the current level of the college entrance examination is concerned, he can guarantee full marks in mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology, because there are no difficult problems in the college entrance examination, and the deformed and deformed basic questions will only widen the gap for tutors like Yang Rui who are studying the exam. It's delicious. If English is improved even more, politics will not be strengthened to an excellent level, even if the language does not change at all, the total score of the college entrance examination will increase significantly.

At the very least, if the political score of more than 60 is raised to more than 80, it means that Yang Rui's total score may break through 650.

Judging from the college entrance examination scores in the past two years, 650 points will not only be the number one in Hedong Province, but it is very likely to be the number one in the country.

In Yang Rui's view, the provincial champion is glorious, but that's all. More than 60 provincial champions are born in the country every year, and no one else can remember his name except himself and his classmates. As far as the application intention in the 1980s is concerned, nine out of ten students with high scores will apply for the four famous universities at that time, namely the University of Science and Technology of China, Tsinghua University, Peking University and Renmin University of China. A school accommodates four grades of students, which means that dozens of provincial champions can be seen on one campus. In Beijing, if there is a champion party, the guests can fill an auditorium.

The national number one scholar is different. There are two subjects of arts and sciences, and two are born every year. Even if they all apply for one school, there will be at most eight on campus (if there is a principal who can achieve this, he should get an achievement card), although it is still not possible. Being remembered by others, but this honor will attract countless eyeballs.

Yang Rui's question is: Will I be too high-profile if I do this?

When the carriage arrived at home, Yang Rui had an idea: no matter if it was high-profile or not, it was wrong not to take any points.

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

Now, you can easily earn points, just give up for the sake of keeping a low profile? In Yang Rui's eyes, that wasn't low-key, it was simply a mistake.

Anyway, now that he is so handsome, he can't keep a low profile if he wants to.

Yang Rui touched his chin, quite proud of it.

In the end, Rui Ma didn't serve wine. It is indeed easier to make a floating mat in a town than in a city, but it is not as simple as paying for a hotel and then receiving a gift as in later generations. Floating seats 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 bag of money. In this respect, the customs of 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 arranging wine, and instead prepared melon seeds, peanuts and apples and oranges. Everyone sat around in the small courtyard of the Yang family, eating melon seeds and fruits while chatting and laughing. The overall atmosphere was like a New Year's Eve party.

Yang Rui is naturally the protagonist, and the grandfather, uncle and cousin are also very popular.

Xizhaizi Township is a small place, with close ties among neighbors, relatives and friends, and when someone goes out to do business, it is inevitable to borrow these ties. Yang Rui's grandfather is quite timely, whether he knows someone or not, or is familiar with someone who is unfamiliar, he will always help if he can help. This is one of the reasons why he can retire as a mere division-level cadre, but has friends all over the world.

Someone scattered the firepower, Yang Rui felt relieved, and began to think about how to make grandpa's gift work.

It is necessary to leave a few cans and malted milk for the tutor, and it seems good to eat a few for yourself... Thinking so, Yang Rui slipped into the backyard and began to rummage through a pile of cans.

The current domestic canned food industry is quite developed, and the quality of the canned food is also very good. If compared vertically, it is better than the canned food made 30 years later. It can be said that, except for the outer packaging, the canned food in the 1980s is better than the canned food in 2010 in terms of material selection and processing. For example, the common luncheon meat was mostly made of refined meat in the 1980s.

The starch content is strictly in accordance with the specifications, and there are not many types of food additives. In more than ten years, the situation will be reversed. A large amount of starch and food additives are formulated to produce the taste of meat, but the content of meat will drop again and again.

So, let Yang Rui choose between canned food and malted milk, he will definitely choose canned food. The only thing to consider is which canned food to eat.

"Snapped"

Just when he was about to pull out a can of fish to serve with hot steamed buns, Yang Rui's claws stretching towards the can of fish were opened.

"Seeing you go out for so long, I knew you came to steal food as soon as I guessed it. There are so many people outside, why don't you eat canned food by yourself?" Rui's mother put her hands behind her back and said in a stern tone.

Yang Rui blinked, sniffed his nose again, and said, "Hot steamed buns? It smells so good."

"Where are the steamed buns? Stop thinking about it, go back and greet the guests." Rui's mother tightened her coat and stepped back.

Yang Rui laughed twice, grabbed her arm, and said, "If you brought two steamed buns, we'll share them. I promise not to expose you."

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

Sure enough, she took out two steamed buns from behind.

Yang Rui sighed, and said: "You can't do this, the target of the two steamed buns is so big, it's too easy to be discovered."

"Or else?"

"If it were me, I'd get the can first, which one do you like?"

Rui Ma coughed and said, "I buy a lot of canned fish, so eat the canned fish first."

"Heroes see the same thing." Yang Rui said, pulling out the canned fish with black bean sauce that had been observed for a long time, and asked, "Did you bring a spoon?"

Rui's mother took out a spoon from her pocket, and said, "Douche and fish are best served in hot steamed buns, do you know why you bring steamed buns?

"Yes, eat it while it's hot." Yang Rui patted his stomach. Even if he made a lot of money, he couldn't buy much in Xibao Middle School. The canned fish with black bean sauce that he once dismissed became a rare delicacy.

Yang Rui and his mother ate the two steamed buns in a hurry, put away the remaining canned food, and then slowly left the back room. At this time, the guests in the small courtyard changed, and they had to start talking from the beginning again.

There is also Xibao Middle School that is lively.

Following the news that Yang Rui ranked first in the preliminary examination, more and more schools sent people to visit one after another.

Before Xue Dacheng figured it out through his own investigation, he became a non-staff receptionist of West Fort Middle School. The eyes of the first-time visitors were darkened, and when they saw Xue Dacheng, they were like fellow villagers seeing the People's Liberation Army, with tears in their eyes.

Xue Dacheng can't help it, he knows a lot of people, so it's natural to be convenient when walking in the rivers and lakes, but correspondingly, you have to give convenience to others when they come to the rivers and lakes.

At some well-known schools in Hedong Province, Xue Dacheng would go out of his way to get to know one or two people. Now, even if the people who come here are strangers, seeing how popular and useful Xue Dacheng is, he will ask specifically: "Do you know?" Is Lao Huang from Nanpu Middle School? Tall, with a big belly, he likes to drink, don’t you know him? Oh, do you know Lao Wang from Nanpu Middle School? He married a girl from Nanjing, she’s very handsome... also Don't know? Does Li Jidong know? Our principal used to go to Pingjiang No. 1 Middle School for meetings..."

Relationships in the 1980s were roughly like this. If you don’t know someone, you can change them. Colleagues can’t be exchanged for classmates, classmates can’t be exchanged for fellow villagers. In an era when there is so little turnover of people, it may take three minutes to describe the people around you, and you may not be able to find a suitable middleman. , but if you spend ten minutes describing your network, you can always find someone the other party knows.

Xue Dacheng soon felt like he knew everyone in the world. Fortunately, he himself has adapted to this environment. After two days of drinking in the cafeteria of West Fort Middle School, he has become a brother everywhere.

The representatives from each school also have similar virtues. Those who can drink will grab people and pour them to death, those who can't drink will shout "no" with their tongues, and those who can't drink will wander on the edge of sober and 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 who aspires to become a proletarian, what is so terrible about drinking.

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

Otherwise, how can we stand up to everyone's rush.

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

In recent days, Yu Feng, who has been busy working as a small worker, suddenly wanted to laugh. Yang Rui was in such a hurry before leaving, and there were all kinds of arrangements and preparations. I am afraid he never thought that people who came to visit and study would only think of him now. .

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

In the past few days, she has been oppressed by Yang Rui. Being able to withstand huge setbacks does not mean that she likes such setbacks. If she does not release a little pressure, Yu Feng will soon be unable to bear it.

Lu Zhi had nothing to do, and was wandering around in the name of monitoring Yu Feng. Hearing Yu Feng's words, he unconsciously despised him, and said, "I don't know who wants to stay here for nothing, and now complains about it." People are not capable enough?"

"Where did I complain that Yang Rui is not capable enough? Do you understand..."

"I understand, you are idle, Yang Rui is not good enough, you want to start your own business, and you are going to steal all his secret books on sharp learning..." Lu Zhi saw the worse Yu Feng's expression, the happier he was, and what he said More exciting.

What Yu Feng was most worried about was Yang Rui's distrust. Lu Zhi's nonsense hit her acupuncture points. She knew in her heart that if the two argued about this matter, Yang Rui would definitely trust the reckless Lu Zhi, not the shrewd herself.

"I haven't thought about setting up my own family, let alone stealing the secret volume of sharp learning. You'd better not talk nonsense." Yu Feng then changed the subject and asked, "You've been in Xibao Middle School for a long time. Have you been away from school for so long, have you asked for leave?"

Lu Zhi panicked for a while: "You don't care if I ask for leave or not."

"I'm the head of the girls' department of the college's student union. It's my job to take care of attendance." Yu Feng threatened, like a proud peacock, and was about to leave.

"Hello, the secret volume of sharp learning you are talking about is this secret volume of sharp learning?" A slightly stooped man wearing black-rimmed glasses disturbed the hostility floating in the air.

In his hand, he held a half-old and not new Ruixue secret volume, with black and red handwriting on the blank space, which seemed to have been reviewed.

Yu Feng recognized him as a teacher of Pingjiang No. 3 Middle School, and he was not very eye-catching among a group of people, but the secret volume of sharp learning in his hand made Yu Feng feel out of control.

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