Colorful years

Chapter 85 Lesson 1 of Life

The journey from Zhang's home to the school is only a short kilometer. Even a leisurely stroll would only take about ten minutes to reach that temple of knowledge.

Along the way, a gentle breeze caressed Congcong's face, carrying the fresh scent of grass, which was refreshing and invigorating.

When Congcong finally stepped into that spacious, bright, and book-filled classroom, he was greeted by faces that were both unfamiliar and familiar. There were kind and patient teachers, as well as energetic and hopeful classmates.

They come from all corners of the country, with different family backgrounds, personalities, and dreams. But at this moment, they have all gathered here to embark on a brand new learning journey and a new chapter in their lives.

In the passionate and hopeful 1960s, the first page of the first-grade Chinese textbook was filled with the words that conveyed the deep affection of the people of the whole country: "Long live Chairman Mao!"

These five large characters seem to possess boundless power, carrying people's highest respect and deepest love for the great leader.

The Chinese teacher who taught the class was named Hu Tingsen. He was a very charming, witty and humorous person!

At the beginning of the class, he vividly and concisely told the bewildered students about Chairman Mao's magnificent life and his countless great achievements.

As Teacher Hu vividly described the story, one after another, vivid stories unfolded before their eyes like scenes from a movie, and the students felt a deep respect for this great leader.

Immediately afterwards, Teacher Hu began to meticulously guide everyone in reading and writing this meaningful phrase. He stood tall on the platform, using the chalk in his hand to write the five powerful characters on the blackboard, while clearly pronouncing each character.

The students straightened their backs, stared intently at the blackboard, and recited "Long live Chairman Mao!" with the teacher.

When Teacher Hu passionately led the whole class in shouting "Long live Chairman Mao!", the shouts resounded through the sky, like a torrent that transcended time and space, surging and surging in every corner of the classroom.

At that moment, everyone's face was filled with excitement and pride, and every word was like a blazing flame, burning with the boundless admiration and deep love for the great man deep in everyone's hearts.

This intertwining of emotions stirs the heart, ignites passion, and lingers for a long time.

Meanwhile, a unique math class was taking place in the next classroom.

Teacher Chen Yueying is patiently and meticulously teaching everyone how to recognize and write those ten seemingly simple but actually crucial numbers.

She likened these numbers to lively musical notes, skillfully employing various teaching methods to make them leap joyfully on the blackboard. The children stared intently at those vibrant and adorable numbers, following Teacher Chen's rhythm, gradually stepping into the world of numbers, bravely exploring that mysterious and fun-filled hall of wisdom.

For Congcong, these contents were no longer unfamiliar or novel, but rather memories and experiences that were deeply imprinted in his mind from his previous life.

These simple and easy-to-understand pieces of knowledge are as familiar and natural to him as the toys in his hands, and he can easily master them without much instruction.

His brain, which is like a supercomputer, still retains the amazing ability to remember everything he sees.

No matter how complex or lengthy the text or image, once it catches his eye, it can be instantly and accurately stored deep in his memory, like a hard drive that never wears out.

Congcong demonstrated an extraordinary ability to comprehend the knowledge taught by his teacher.

It was as if every piece of knowledge could directly penetrate his thinking, quickly forming a clear framework and system in his mind. With just a little explanation from the teacher, he could instantly grasp the concepts and apply them to other situations.

Therefore, Congcong always demonstrates an amazing level of efficiency in class.

He is like a high-speed learning machine, able to understand and digest the content taught by the teacher at an extremely fast pace.

When the task of memorizing a text was assigned, he was always the first to raise his hand, reciting the entire text in a clear and accurate voice. His fluent speech and perfect pronunciation sounded as if he had practiced countless times.

In short, Congcong's academic performance still easily surpasses all his classmates, and he always holds the top spot.

Before school ended, he was the first to hand in his neat and tidy Chinese and math homework to the teacher. His earnestness and focus drew admiring glances from the other students.

After school, Congcong would carefully hang his schoolbag in the same spot in the living room, his movements gentle and solemn, as if he were placing a precious treasure.

At this time, he didn't need to rush to open his schoolbag to review his lessons like other students, nor did he need to spend a lot of time and energy at home to do the homework that he didn't finish in class.

He knew that his brain had firmly memorized everything he had learned in class. That knowledge was like a seed deeply rooted in his heart, ready to grow strong with just the right amount of sunlight and water.

Originally, Congcong thought that after the sudden and severe blow to his brain, his IQ and EQ would inevitably decline. He was filled with worry and fear, afraid that once he started school, his academic performance would fall far behind his classmates.

However, reality gave him a big surprise. From the first day he stepped into the school, he found that he could still easily handle the learning of various subjects, and it seemed that no problem could trouble him.

Despite the severe brain injury, Congcong's learning ability has not been greatly affected.

Instead, he stood out among his classmates and consistently ranked among the top in academic performance.

Now, Congcong finally felt relieved, and a confident and radiant smile spread across his face.

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