Yang Rui rested at home for two days before carrying two cans of canned food and a can of pickles back to school.

It was noon when he arrived. As soon as he put down his things, he saw a group of people blocking in. Some stood on the windowsill, some stood by the door, and some stood on the bed. The light in the room suddenly became much darker, as if there were dark clouds pressing down on the top.

"What's wrong?" Yang Rui was startled, feeling like he was blocked by a bad boy.

"Brother Rui is back."

"Hello Brother Rui."

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Rui."

The greetings of the teenagers also made Yang Rui inexplicably recall the movies he had watched before...or, it should be called movies he had watched "in the future"...

Cao Baoming separated the people in front of him and squeezed into Yang Rui. He laughed and said, "Brother Rui is having fun at home? We all miss you so much."

"Your tone..." Yang Rui pointed to him: "Who gave me the nickname?"

"This is not a nickname, it's respect for you." Cao Baoming smiled and handed over his notebook and said, "Everyone has finished the questions you gave us, they all find it useful. They are not the same as the exercises we did before, but they feel good. However, everyone understands some questions, but some don't understand them..."

"Just talk about the questions, there is no need to do this." Yang Rui pushed Cao Baoming a little apart and said seriously: "I organized this study group mainly to gather a group of like-minded people. If your ideas are the same as mine, I am willing to help you improve as much as possible. If it is different, respecting me is also idle."

Everyone nodded and said, "We are like-minded with you."

"Like-minded people are not what I say, I'm watching you." Yang Rui's expected study group is not a study organization that ends when the college entrance examination is over. He hopes to continue the group for longer and as long as possible. Therefore, he is not in a hurry to list his classmates and fellow villagers as formal members.

The others didn't know what Yang Rui was thinking at this time, but they still nodded in cooperation and said yes.

Another pair of thick and black arms were inserted into the crack of the human being, and then they split into two sides, breaking out a path. This time, the one who came in was Xu Jing, the strong woman who ranked second in the mathematics exam.

"Senior Brother, don't stay in the dark house. Let's talk outside. Sisters are waiting." Xu Jing's voice was high and bright, and the beams seemed to be shaking.

Wang Guohua returned to his dormitory and even took off his vest. He quickly pulled it over and passed it on, and said angrily: "Why did you get into the boys' dormitory?"

"Anyway, it's not about your ribs." Xu Jing said proudly: "If I don't come in, you will always dominate the senior brother. What should the girls do?"

"You can't knock on the door first?"

Xu Jinglei said: "Second Brother, you are unreasonable. The blockage outside is so tight. What's the use of knocking on the door?"

"You have such a loud voice, shout..." Wang Guohua suddenly found himself in a pit and hurriedly said, "Who is your second senior brother..."

"In our study group, Brother Rui is a well-deserved senior brother. You are a formal member of the group. You are not the second senior brother. Who is the second senior brother?"

After Xu Jing said this, everyone burst into laughter and asked Wang Guohua to be the second senior brother.

After a while, Yang Rui was surrounded by a group of people and came to the big locust tree closest to the playground. Liu Shan and other girls had already been waiting there, and also brought a set of tables, chairs and benches.

Yang Rui looked around and found that there were more than 40 students crowding here, and the number of them was still increasing.

There are currently 18 people in his study group, and this is not something that can be said to be a crowd of onlookers, but only an ungodly "believers".

Yang Rui had expected this situation, so he smiled slightly and started the question on the spot.

Of course, what we are talking about now is a topic that the group members don’t quite understand.

Yang Rui first classified and mapped their questions, and then answered questions of different difficulty levels according to each person's different grades and directions.

However, he basically only talked about basic questions. He only picked out two representative questions from some students, and ignored the rest.

This is the way to tutoring in small classes, which is a little stressful compared to the tutoring teachers. However, Yang Rui has been a gold medal tutoring teacher for several years, and it is more than enough to deal with dozens of students.

When the lunch break was about to end, the questions selected by Yang Rui were wiped out.

"Tell me about the difficult problems." A student shouted out.

Yang Rui shook his head and said, "If you do the simple questions and reach the passing line, you can pass the college entrance examination. There is no need to explain difficult questions now."

"You can't reach the passing line in every subject." Many students nodded because of this. The basics are a very mysterious thing. If there is no, there is no. There are countless students who are biased towards subjects.

Yang Rui insisted on his own approach, but he couldn't force himself.

He thought for a while and said, "Let me do this, I will copy a few basic training papers, and everyone will try to do it. To reach the passing line, it is useless to do difficult questions. Doing more simple questions is the most efficient."

I heard that there are more questions to do, so everyone just nodded and didn’t shake their heads anymore.

Liu Shan looked at Yang Rui with a weird expression: "It is of course good to do more questions, but do you have so many papers?"

Yang Rui suddenly felt a little funny, not because of Liu Shan, but because of her words.

Twenty years later, students saw as many exercise books as they looked at, and most of them wanted to cry. The students in the 1980s were different. Everyone looked for questions everywhere, but they were depressed because they could not find them.

"As long as you are willing to do the test, there are some test papers. I will copy the test first, print it out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and send it to everyone." Yang Rui said, stretching his waist and laughed, "It's time to let me out now."

Liu Shan hurriedly walked back and gave up her seat. When Yang Rui passed through, she thought indignantly: Everyone formed a circle, why did they have to go over from me?

afternoon.

Yang Rui took the time to write a few sets of digital study questions and handed them over to Wang Guohua and Cao Baoming, and asked them to organize the backup team members to print and distribute them.

Exercise books are a form of unit classification exercises, which are just suitable for basic review.

Wang Guohua held the notebook that Yang Rui gave him in his hands, wishing he could put it in his arms, and at the same time he hesitated: "Isn't it from our group? Can you send it too?"

"Hait, they are all classmates, and they are still hiding and doing something." Yang Rui's generosity was beyond the expectations of both of them.

Cao Baoming remembered his oath of joining the group and couldn't help but say, "Since we give questions and talk about them if we add or not, what's the use of our group?"

"It doesn't take much effort to copy and explain the questions. It costs zero to share with classmates, and it's not time to treat them differently now."

"It may cost no money to copy and explain the topic, but mimeographing requires money. Paper requires money, and ink requires money, and you have to borrow something from the teacher." Wang Guohua said with a headache: "I can print the papers for you for free, where can I get the money?

Yang Rui was stunned.

He said that, he really couldn't afford to buy paper and ink.

Wang Guohua sighed, put his notebook in his hand and said, "This is how much money will be paid for those who want to mimeograph the papers. Let's raise the money to print together. If you don't want to pay, just copy it yourself. Can you?"

Yang Rui nodded quickly and said "Okay".

Wang Guohua was instructed by him and ran across the school like a happy housekeeper, urging this matter.

In the 1980s, there were no copiers and printers everywhere. Even in 10 years, copiers and printers were precious machines. However, without modern copiers, it did not mean that they could only copy with pens. Mimicking was a magic weapon for text propaganda as early as the revolutionary base period.

However, mimeographing is very complicated to use. It requires people to use a stylus to copy out the words and pictures they want to print on wax paper. The stylus is heavy and hard, and the characters need to be written smaller than normal fonts. It is much more difficult to operate than a fountain pen, and the writing speed is much slower. For unskilled people, copying a page of paper in twenty or thirty minutes is not slow.

Wang Guohua called out six people together, and it took most of the day to copy the exercise book that Yang Ruimo had dropped on wax paper, and then called someone to start brushing.

This is also a very tiring job. Due to the backward economy, Xibao Middle School cannot afford even a hand-crank mimeograph. It only has a simple mimeograph cylinder. If you need mimeographs one by one, it will easily get dirty. Not only will the wax paper be easily broken.

What’s even more troublesome is that the roller is not something that can be used just by using it. It is an important asset of the school and must be borrowed from the principal.

There was no way, Wang Guohua pulled Cao Baoming and went to the principal Zhao Dannian with the help of his teeth.

Cao Baoming is better, Wang Guohua is from Xibao Town, and is a student who grew up listening to the horrifying legend of Old Man Zhao. After several occasional contacts, he was so nervous that he dared not speak.

Looking for him to mimeograph the cylinder and ink? If the topic Yang Rui had given them was too tempting, Wang Guohua would rather die than go to the principal's office.

In the final analysis, the charm of the college entrance examination is too great and the temptation is too strong.

Zhao Dannian's home is in the town, but he eats and lives in the school all year round. Therefore, the principal's office is set up in the teacher's dormitory area, with two connected rooms. The front office and the back are more preferential than ordinary teachers.

Wang Guohua stood at the door, knocked on the door twice nervously, and then shouted: "Report!"

After a long time, the sound of footsteps came from inside.

Wang Guohua's feet were closed together and he didn't dare to move for a moment.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Dannian always greeted the students with a smile. However, his smile had long since changed due to various horrifying legends.

"We... want to borrow a mimeograph cylinder." Wang Guohua's tone hesitated a lot.

Cao Baoming was careless and saw Zhao Dannian smiling on his face, he simply added: "There is also ink."

"Miophant printing cylinder, and ink?" Zhao Dannian repeated with a smile.

Cao Baoming looked back at Wang Guohua and said temporarily: "It would be better if there was a little more paper."

Wang Guohua's originally nervous face wrinkled. It would be fine if he used ink, but he also needed paper. Isn't he a little bit more aggressive?

He looked forward nervously.

The principal laughed: "What do you want to print? Show me what you want to print."

Wang Guohua could only take it out and said, "It's just some papers."

"Where did it come from?" The principal looked as he expanded.

"It's... Yang Rui brought it."

"Yang Rui?"

"It's a student in our class." Until the college entrance examination, Yang Rui showed a lack of presence, and the principal would not know him.

Zhao Dannian said "um" and his eyes fell on the paper, without even looking at Wang Guohua.

This made Wang Guohua feel relieved.

"Where did Yang Rui get the test paper?" Zhao Dannian suddenly asked. He has been the principal of the middle school for twenty years and has a good vision. He feels it is fresh when he sees the test paper. Although there are exercises for classification exercises, the classification method is different.

Wang Guohua whispered: "It should be bought from the county."

"There are only a few sets of math test papers in Xinhua Bookstore in the county. Why have I never seen it before?"

"That might be the Xinhua Bookstore in the provincial capital."
To be continued...