() In a secluded alley in the summer afternoon, the sun shines through the leaves of the sycamore tree and dapples on a car on the roadside.
For ordinary people in Chongshan in 1995, these four-wheeled iron wagons often represented power, wealth, and power, which no one could afford to mess with.
As time went by, some local residents began to go to work and school. Passing by this car that I couldn't name and just felt like it was very high-end, I took advantage of the situation and looked into the car as if it were strange. I could see a person with a frown in the car.
A young woman was holding a few pages in her hand and reading through them. On her shoulder was a young boy, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and was sleeping soundly.
The difference between Lu Yang's article and the original English work is actually very obvious. The original work is similar to prose, while his article is more of a novel, and of course does not have such a rigorous plot structure.
The article uses the perspective of a little boy to outline a world that can be realized "because of digitalization".
The pages in Yin Zijing's hand describe how the little boy came into contact with computers and a textbook on the principles of microcomputers at his Chinese teacher's home. He had basic knowledge of computers. Later, because he knew that computers could also be connected to the Internet, the little boy began to
I fantasize about communicating with my favorite Chinese teacher remotely through the computer, playing game consoles with my good friends who went to the main factory, and watching idol concerts through the computer network together...
An article of just a few thousand words outlines a vivid future digital world.
In this era where there are only newspapers and television and limited information circulation channels, it is difficult to imagine describing so many details, not to mention there are many details in the article that people can't understand at all.
Naturally, Yin Zijing didn't know that these were all experiences for Lu Yang, so why he didn't use the terminology of later generations to write it in a simple and understandable way was the problem.
At this moment, Yin Zijing held these pages in her hands and read them over and over again, as if she was watching a whole new world. She also admired the little head leaning on her shoulder more and more.
"What time is it?"
Lu Yang suddenly asked, then he opened his sleepy eyes and looked up at the delicate profile that was so close at hand.
"Um?"
Yin Zijing subconsciously turned her head and turned around. Her cheek brushed against two pieces of flesh. When she realized what they were, her skin immediately started to tremble.
Lu Yang was also stunned for a moment, sobering up a lot, and then he saw a hint of shame flash across the pair of eyes so close to him.
Yin Zijing glared at Lu Yang, who looked innocent, and looked back at his watch pretending to be useless.
"Yeah, it's already two o'clock!"
Seeing that Lu Yang was about to be late, Yin Zijing had no time to think about the intimate contact just now. She started the car in a hurry and said apologetically: "I'm sorry I forgot the time. I'll take you back to school right away. When will you start class?"
"Get ready at 2:20, start class at 2:30."
Only then did Lu Yang react to the touch. His lips were slightly numb. It didn't matter that he was thick-skinned. He picked up the Bingdian water and wanted to take a sip, but thought about it and put it down.
"Fortunately, I made it in time."
Yin Zijing didn't pay attention to Lu Yang's little move. She drove the car to Xinjiang Children's Middle School at an unprecedented speed and stopped.
"Then I'm going to school."
Lu Yang carried his schoolbag and smiled at Yin Zijing, with a faint fragrance still on his lips.
"etc!"
Yin Zijing found the MD player, took out the disc, and handed it over with the note. Seeing the surprise on Lu Yang's face, she said coldly: "I'm just lending this to you, I will take it back at any time."
"Easy to say!"
Lu Yang was so happy that he quickly stuffed the MD machine and the note into his schoolbag. He was about to get off the car when he suddenly remembered and turned around and said, "By the way, beautiful sister, your English is very good, right?"
Yin Zijing was watching Lu Yang get out of the car with a smile, but when he turned around and quickly regained his cold expression, he asked, "Not bad, what's wrong?"
This is of course a modest statement. Yin Zijing studied for a master's degree in English teaching in the United States and only returned to China a few years ago. Otherwise, he would not have become the director at such a young age.
"Do you have time on the weekend?"
Lu Yang looked at Yin Zijing with a smile, feeling that the deal was a success.
It’s not just ordinary people who can understand the original English book. Where can I find such a good English teacher?
"what?"
Yin Zijing frowned slightly, feeling that something bad was about to happen.
"My English foundation is not good," Lu Yang smiled, stared at Yin Zijing, and said, "I want to find an English teacher to make up lessons. Do you have time?"
Lu Yang did not ask Yin Zijing if he was interested. It seemed that he was sure of the proposal. The only difficulty was whether the busy man in front of him had time.
Yin Zijing glared at Lu Yang with a determined expression angrily. After struggling for a while, he could only say unwillingly: "I don't have time every week."
"It doesn't matter. I'll call you on Friday night and make an appointment when I have time!"
Lu Yang got out of the car, turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "Beautiful sister, teacher, see you on the weekend!"
Watching Akode go away, Lu Yang knew that it was only a few minutes away, so he turned around and entered the school gate.
"Dayang, wait!"
Yue Zichuan shouted, and he ran over panting and with fluffy hair. Because his home was so close, it was inevitable for him to take a nap for a few minutes.
"Zichuan," Lu Yang was in a good mood. He grabbed the other person, smiled and joked about a good friend, and said: "Your hair style is very Michael Jackson-esque!"
"ah?"
Yue Zichuan was stunned, and he immediately smoothed his hair dissatisfied. He was not interested in those rock and roll guys, he loved the handsome Andy Lau.
"Stop hurting me!"
Yue Zichuan pulled Lu Yang towards the classroom and came to the first floor. There were not many students there at this time. He lowered his voice and asked quietly: "What's going on with you and the princess?"
"It's nothing, don't worry about it, you're going to be late!"
Lu Yang couldn't find the answer to this question himself. He quickly pulled Yue Zichuan, and the two of them climbed up the stairs and ran into the classroom before Deng Tianshan recorded it.
The curriculum arrangement of Xinjiang Children's Middle School in these years can be said to be very loose. There are five days a week, six periods a day, four periods in the morning and two periods in the afternoon. If there are no class meetings or extracurricular activities in the third period, school will be dismissed, and there are also weekends.
Tuition classes have not become popular yet, which is also an important reason why the test scores of children in middle schools are far lower than those of famous schools such as Chongxian Middle School.
The teaching plan is not stressful, and naturally it is impossible to attend classes on the first day of school. In the afternoon, the arrangements are for themed class meetings and school-wide cleaning.
The first theme class meeting was hosted by Jiang Ling and Zou Mengyuan. Both of them were obviously very experienced and well organized. Zhao Guohui looked on with a smile and seemed to be quite relaxed.
The theme was "My Goals in the Third Grade of Junior High School". Since there were many freshmen, we did not adopt too fancy a format. First, the whole class was organized to sing "Tomorrow Will Be Better" by Luo Dayou. Then the two hosts selected student representatives to speak on stage.
Explain your goals for the third grade of junior high school.
The first few people came on stage and talked about their goals in a high-pitched manner. Although they didn't have any manuscripts, everyone knew the trick and must have prepared for a summer vacation.
"under!"
Zou Mengyuan suddenly scanned the audience, smiled and said: "We have invited the new student representative, Lu Yang, to come to the stage to talk about his goals for the third grade of junior high school. Please give him a warm welcome!"
Looking at Lu Yang, whose expression was still calm, Zou Mengyuan felt disdainful and wanted to see what this person was capable of.
Originally, the atmosphere in the classroom was not warm. After all, school had just started and everyone was quite tired. Besides, these clichés were not interesting to the students.
However, Zou Mengyuan's suggestion suddenly made the classroom boil. The whole class looked at Lu Yang in the back row and applauded enthusiastically in order to prevent chaos in the world.
Jiang Ling glanced at Zou Mengyuan beside him, his face was slightly stunned, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.
Although I didn't say that I couldn't speak to my classmates, but those who spoke before were notified in advance and prepared.
Zou Mengyuan's unexpected behavior made Jiang Ling a little worried about Lu Yang at first, but looking at the boy's gentle eyes, she didn't know why she wasn't so nervous.
Zhao Guohui had been leaning at the door of the classroom with a smile. At this time, she stood up straight, looked at Zou Mengyuan, then looked at Lu Yang, and vaguely felt that the two were not dealing with each other.
Lu Yang smiled slightly. The small scene in front of him with dozens of classmates reminded him of the scene in his previous life when he graduated from college and received marketing training at an insurance company. At that time, there were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him.
His eyes swept across the classroom. Among the students who were applauding enthusiastically, the surprised princess and worried Yue Zichuan all looked at him with concern. Lu Yang stood up and walked onto the podium. Perhaps his expression was too calm. The applause in the classroom
Extinguishes quickly.
When several classmates gave lectures before, there was a lot of whispering below, but now the classroom can be considered completely silent.
"What the classmates just said was very good. Compared with them, my goal is very simple."
Lu Yang started to speak with a smile on his face, and his crisp Mandarin could be heard in every corner of the classroom.
"Class 1 will not be ranked last in the sports meeting."
hiss!
The sound of breathing from many classmates, including Zhao Guohui, could be heard in the classroom.
Class 1, as the No. 1 seed in the third grade of Xinjiang Children's Middle School, has always been proud of its academic performance. No other class can compare with it.
But compared to the sports results, forget it. It is very difficult to find people to participate in all the sports events, let alone not to be ranked last.
Lu Yang glanced at the stunned people below, smiled slightly, and then said something else.
"My personal academic performance ranks first in my grade."
Compared with the absurdity of the previous goal, this goal is easier to understand. Which top student in the class doesn't want to be the first in grades?
When the time comes, you can take the test based on your ability. Anyway, you won’t be taxed if you brag!
Lu Yang nodded to Zhao Guohui, passed by Jiang Ling, whose eyes were shining, and Zou Mengyuan, who looked unwilling, and walked back to his seat.
At this time, most of the classmates, including Yue Zichuan, had dull eyes and had not yet come to their senses. However, Li Dongyu's small eyes hidden behind his glasses in the front row showed disdain, and the princess by the window had stars in her eyes with excitement.
Then the theme class meeting ended hastily, and Zhao Guohui announced that the labor committee organized everyone to participate in general cleaning.
