Get out of my head

Yang Wenbo read "The Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties" once in high school, but the book was too worn out, and the last few pages were missing, so I could make up for it today, and it didn't take long to read the last few pages.

Yang Wenbo returned the books to their original places after finishing them, and picked out a few more to borrow to read, but the person at the library said that the freshmen's campus cards had not yet been activated for borrowing books and accessing the Internet, so they had no choice but to give up.

I looked at the electronic watch I bought for two yuan. It was not yet nine o'clock. I thought that there would be nothing to do when I went back, so I checked the situation of the library. The first floor is the study room, the second floor, the third floor and the fourth floor are all Rows of red-lacquered bookshelves are interspersed with several sets of tables, chairs and sofas. The fifth floor is the Internet area, and the sixth floor is the video area.

There are quite a few computers on each floor for looking up books, but not many people are using them, so Yang Wenbo chose a computer in the corner to practice touch typing.The number of computers in high school is limited, and they are all old-fashioned Founder computers. They can't take computer classes a few times a year, not to mention that they don't learn anything that is useful.Just like English, he can get a good score in the test, but he can't speak a few words.

After practicing for more than an hour, the closing music sounded in the library. Yang Wenbo looked at his watch. It turned out that it was already ten o'clock. He restored the computer to the original interface and went back to the dormitory.

In the dormitory, Cui Hao was chatting cheerfully with his mobile phone, Wang Feng was still playing games, and Tian Fu was lying on the bed with his arms and legs wide open, with earphones plugged into his ears, and he knew he was not listening to music.

Yang Wenbo climbed into bed after washing his face. The weather in S City was too hot, he didn't need a pillow or quilt, and even if he couldn't sit cross-legged when practicing Qigong, he should lie flat.

Cui Hao was tender, affectionate and personable one second ago, but the next second he hung up the phone, he revealed his true colors, "I'm so hot, why doesn't the dormitory even have air conditioning, and let people live." He has a factory at home, although it is not The rich and powerful have never experienced hardships, and the conditions of private schools in high school are not too good.

"The teaching building and the professional building don't have air-conditioning. If you die from the heat earlier, you will suffer less," said Tian Fu, a top student, who obviously inspected the school's teaching conditions in depth.

Wang Feng stared at the screen without raising his head and said, "You'd better hurry to die of heat, we can point at you to benefit the public, one person died of heat in the school next door, and now the dormitory is equipped with air-conditioning." His home is in the local area, The news is absolutely true.

Cui Hao glanced at the two of them angrily, didn't take the escalator, grabbed the railing and jumped onto the bed. Seeing Yang Wenbo lying quietly on the bed, he didn't know if he fell asleep, so he called out softly: " Fourth."

"Is there something wrong?" Yang Wenbo opened his eyes.

"Are you hot?" Cui Hao tempted, "If it's hot, I'll ask the second and third to lend you the fan."

Yang Wenbo pointed to the ceiling fan on the top, "This is enough, in fact, I'm not too hot." One of the benefits of practicing the Emperor's Art is that it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

"Brother, you won't be hot if you don't talk a little bit, and your mind will cool down naturally." Wang Feng touched the hot computer and decided to turn off the computer and play with the phone.

Cui Hao is tall and has long legs. He almost knocked his head on the bed, and there is almost no place to put the small electric fan.

At six o'clock the next morning, Tian Fu, the top student, got up and planned to go to the back mountain to learn English. Yang Wenbo also tiptoed up, and the other two were sleeping like dead pigs.

Yang Wenbo took out his English notebook and followed Tian Fu to the back mountain. The two leaned against the granite parapet on Baoyan Road and read aloud.

Who would have thought that Tian Fu would ruthlessly ridicule Yang Wenbo's reading aloud as soon as he started, and it's unclear whether the pronunciation full of mistakes was taught by Martians.

Tian Fu re-taught Yang Wenbo the phonetic symbols several times. Yang Wenbo knew that his English teacher was limited, not even the amateur teacher Su, so he took Tian Fu's teaching seriously.

The two of them read outside for an hour, and their throats were about to burn. Tian Fu went back to the dormitory, and Yang Wenbo went to the second canteen to buy three breakfasts, each with three buns and a bag of soybean milk, totaling 12 yuan. Wen Bo put the meal card in his wallet distressedly, this favor must be returned.

When he returned to the dormitory, Tian Fu was exhaling, hoping that the boiling water in the cup would cool down quickly.There's nothing worse than a pot of boiling water when you're dying of thirst.

Yang Wenbo handed Tian Fu a breakfast. After receiving the breakfast, Tian Fu's eyes lit up, he unscrewed the plastic cover of the soy milk, and gululu poured it all down.

While Cui Hao and Wang Feng were still sound asleep, Yang Wenbo put breakfast on their table.

When nine o'clock came, the counselor gathered people from several classes into the teaching building, held a meeting, and talked about the precautions of the school. Generally speaking, you need to study hard in the university, and the club chooses one or two to participate It's fine, you can't delay the class because of club affairs, you can find her if you have any difficulties.

After the meeting, he was about to receive freshman books. Yang Wenbo found an opportunity to find a counselor and said that he needed a part-time job. Do a family difficulty survey form in your hometown to apply for bursaries.

Yang Wenbo tilted his head and recalled that there was indeed a questionnaire on family difficulties in the green channel guide he received with the admission notice. He thought it was used to apply for student loans, so he went to the village secretary to stamp it. Think of it as a way to apply for scholarships.

Hearing Yang Wenbo's description, the counselor nodded: "It's that thing. You give it to me this afternoon. It will take some time for the school to evaluate the bursary. It's about two or three thousand, but it won't be available until the end of next semester."

Yang Wenbo nodded obediently: "Thank you teacher."

The counselor saw that Yang Wenbo was really happy, and said a few more words of concern: "In fact, it is not very difficult to go to college. Those with top grades can get a first-class scholarship of 2000 yuan every year, the National Encouragement Scholarship has [-] yuan, and the National Scholarship has [-] yuan. , Those who work hard will have opportunities. So you have to study hard, even if you look for a job in the future, you will also depend on your grades."

"Well, I will," Yang Wenbo's eyes brightened. He didn't want to be expelled from school because he couldn't pay the tuition like Li Hai in the next-door village.

Donghuang Ze snorted and said: "In my Eastern Emperor Country, if you are admitted to the top student, you don't have to worry about tuition fees. The government will provide money and food. Your country treats scholars so poorly that sooner or later there will be problems."

Yang Wenbo couldn't think of a rebuttal, so he just said: "There are too many scholars in our country, and the government can't afford to support them, but do you mean the same thing as talents and talents?"

"You don't care if he means the same thing," Dong Huangze raised his voice. Naturally, talent and scholar don't mean the same thing. Talent is the top few in the scientific examination. Otherwise, how could there be poor scholars?

The two argued with each other in their minds, and soon arrived at the place where the books were collected. Cui Hao and the other three came early, and there were four stacks of half-person-high books in front of them, and Yang Wenbo knew that one of them belonged to him.

The three of them were discussing how to transport the books back, should they borrow the bicycles of the seniors and sisters, or carry them back in batches?Seeing Yang Wenbo come over, let him pick a stack at will, of course, there is nothing to pick if they are exactly the same.

Yang Wenbo immediately picked up the half-human tall book. The book was too high, and he had to tilt his head to see the road ahead.

What to do with the other three, fight hard, they can't even beat the fourth child.But they are still too young to read books, Cui Hao is better, a handsome guy with a strong physique, Wang Feng and Tian Fu are not good, one is puffy and weak, the other has thin arms and thin legs, his hands tremble halfway, so he just sits on the flower bed Playing dead on the side.

Yang Wenbo turned his head to see why they were so slow, his face was not red, his breath was not panting, his arms were not trembling, his little eyes were so innocent.

Cui Hao bared his teeth and said, "The two of them are tired, I will accompany them to rest."

Wang Feng and Tian Fu rolled their eyes together.

Yang Wenbo snorted, and said, "Then I'll take the books back first, and I'll help you move them later."

While the three of them were stunned, Yang Wenbo speeded up and went back like the wind.

"I see what is so heavy." Wang Feng flipped through the book bitterly, "Speaking of foreign affairs, history and geography, my God, why do you still need to learn these things when you go to university?"

Cui Hao took out the thickest tome, and said in disbelief, "A summary of laws is so thick, and it's not the complete works of laws, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign."

Tian Fuzheng flipped through a book of algebra and read it with gusto, but ordinary people in the world of a top student couldn't understand it.

Yang Wenbo came back very quickly, picked up Tian Fu's stack of books from the edge of the flower bed, threw down a sentence and came back later, and left quickly, without any sign of fatigue.

The three of them looked at each other, they were ashamed to wait for Yang Wenbo to come back, they could barely move the two piles of books back.

After receiving the books, the four hurriedly went to the gymnasium to get the military training clothes, lined up to report their height and weight, took photos, and then got the six-piece military training clothes.

Yang Wenbo got the smallest size, which was just right.

After the meeting, receiving the books and military training uniforms, the military training has officially begun. The training lasts for 20 days without a break.

The military training on the first day made everyone suffer. The sun is too harsh, the skin hurts from the sun, and the eyes are soaked in sweat. The content of the military training has not changed since junior high school. It is nothing more than standing in a military posture and walking forward. walk, walk together, etc.

The next day, in the anticipation of countless people, it rained lightly, but to their disappointment, the military training continued.

On the third day, the music hall held a welcome party for freshmen, and the military training in the afternoon ended early.As soon as the four hosts of the welcome party, two men and two women, came out, Yang Wenbo recognized one of them as Senior Sister Zhanyan, with loose waist-length hair and an off-the-shoulder golden chip-embellished gown that mopped the floor, looking so beautiful under the light.

"Immorality," Dong Huangze said in his mouth, but he did not forget to tell Yang Wenbo, "Don't forget to get her, and just leave the rest to me."

Yang Wenbo knew that he couldn't refuse straight away, otherwise Donghuangze would cause trouble for him, so he said politely: "I can't even eat enough now, how can I have money to have a girlfriend?"

Donghuangze has never worried about money since he was so old, but according to Yang Wenbo's current situation, let alone three wives and four concubines, even a bed warmer probably can't afford it.

For his own lifelong happiness, Donghuangze said, "I'll find a way for you to earn money, and went to seclusion. Hey, I think that his majestic little prince of the Donghuang Kingdom has fallen to such a point.

Yang Wenbo breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally able to finish reading "Records of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty" in peace.

The first show at the opening was a passionate Latin dance, hot and passionate, eye-catching, and the most important thing was that the beautiful seniors wore very little clothes.If Donghuangze sees it, I don't know how long it will take.

The author has something to say: Slogan: Our goal is to earn millions