"Uncle Ding must want us to get the game console."
Chujiu danced excitedly and quickened his pace. He must tell Zhang Feng and the others about this good news. By the way, he asked Zhiyong if his computer could be connected to the game console.
Just as he approached the dormitory building, Chujiu suddenly stopped: "Guo Guo, I feel like businessmen are rich. The business that Uncle Ding introduced to us makes much more money than the department's allowance."
"Of course businessmen are rich. Do you think all businessmen are like Uncle Ding and others?"
I have to admit that I often cannot keep up with the brain circuits of the ninth grade, and the topic jumping is too active.
You never know where he will jump to the next topic while chatting with you.
Chujiu tilted his head and smiled stupidly. As he walked up the stairs, he muttered about the businessmen he knew, the proprietress of the cafeteria, the owner of the sacrificial supplies store in the wholesale market, the owner of the Internet cafe outside the school...
"It seems that there are really few bosses as rich as Uncle Ding and Deng Deyou."
The basis for the ninth day of the Lunar New Year turned out to be that Uncle Ding and Deng Deyou’s luxury cars were rarely seen on the street.
The bosses he knew either didn't have a car, or they only had a dilapidated van.
I returned to my normal student life, getting up early, doing morning exercises, eating breakfast and then going to class with my books.
In such a large classroom, students and teachers seem to make no difference at all whether there is an extra person in the last row or not.
The biggest advantage of college is that even if you haven't attended classes for a while, you can connect the courses you missed by just flipping through the previous books.
It's not like in high school, if you don't go to class for a week, opening the textbook is like reading a bible.
Zhiyong’s notes record the key points of each class. As long as you find the corresponding content in the textbook according to his notes, you can quickly connect the previous and later content.
Chujiu, who has never been absent from classes, has been feeling depressed recently and has had the idea of skipping classes.
In his words, he finally understood why celebrities in entertainment magazines were surrounded by bodyguards on three levels when they appeared on stage.
"People who are too famous also have troubles."
Almost all the students in the school know that the geek who started the Chinglish trend is back in class in the ninth grade of junior high school.
For two days in a row, wherever he appeared on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, many classmates would always surround him and ask him all kinds of strange questions.
From the college entrance examination English score to what color shorts I usually wear.
Even while eating noodles in the cafeteria at noon, some senior students came over and asked how much it would cost to personally make a certain annoying teacher so angry that he vomited blood. It would be best to suspend classes for a whole semester.
I collapsed in the ninth grade of junior high school and suspected that I had gone to a fake university.
It was obvious that my English scores were so poor that I made a joke in class, but my classmates were proud of it.
In the end, I overcame the fear in my heart and went to every class on time. Even the English class was on time and I took every note in class.
When a young English teacher saw Chujiu, who had only been sleeping in class, suddenly began to study seriously, he always felt a sense of unsteadiness, as if the monster who was writing so hard was holding back some big trick for himself.
In a certain class, when the English teacher's eyes met with Chujiu's, Chujiu just smiled apologetically.
The teacher felt a chill in his heart, sprained his ankle due to excitement, and the computer major once again stopped English classes for a week.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, we inexplicably obtained a week of benefits for everyone.
The term "eyes kill" is once again spread on campus.
A fashion-leading student majoring in computer science scared her English teacher into the hospital with just one look.
"Guo Guo, if I go to English class again, don't let me eat for three days!"
Chu Jiu was lying on the bed in my dormitory angrily. He rolled his eyes but could not stop Zhang Feng and the other three from laughing.
The dean found Chujiu, and with a pleasant tone that was almost pleading, he discussed with Chujiu to ensure that he would pass the English test, and only asked him not to take English classes anymore.
The other teachers heard the news somewhere and became more and more curious about Chujiu. In every class, they would specifically name Chujiu to answer questions.
In the ninth grade, my English is ridiculously poor, but in other courses I am almost a genius.
No matter how difficult the questions the teacher asked, Chujiu could always answer them calmly and perfectly in the silent classroom.
"Among all the students, my favorite is this classmate from the ninth grade."
This is the evaluation of the ninth grade of junior high school by all the teachers in the computer major except the English teacher.
And I may only be loved by the old Marxist-Leninist teacher of "Career Planning".
The "Career Planning" class turned into a symposium between me and the old Marxist-Leninist.
The old Marxist-Leninist man casually threw the lesson preparation materials onto the podium, then randomly found a seat near the window and pulled me to sit down, and we chatted for the entire class.
Among all the courses, the class taught by Marxist-Leninist is the least stressful for me.
Throughout the whole process, we were exchanging ideas about Taoism, which we are most interested in. For questions that I couldn’t explain, I would also write them down with pen and paper, and prepare to ask Chujiu for advice again.
I once asked the old Marxist-Leninist if he was not going to explain the key points in the textbook to me, the only student coming to class?
The answer of the old Marxist-Leninist shocked me from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time I felt sorry.
Why did the school arrange this course for such a knowledgeable and wise old professor?
The old Marxist-Leninist man told me with a very serious expression: This is a changing world!
What we have to do is to strive to follow the pace of social progress and not be limited to what is in books.
Our country is in a stage of rapid development. According to statistics, it takes two years for the amount of knowledge to be updated.
In other words, at least half of the knowledge we learned in our freshman year will be outdated and replaced by our junior year.
“Do you know how much reading an average person in the 18th century read in a lifetime?”
The old Marxist-Leninist man estimated the time for the end of get out of class and closed the notebook in which he recorded his thoughts.
Seeing me shaking my head, the old Marxist-Leninist man smiled and told me that it was just what the New York Times published every week.
Einstein, the world's top scientist, read approximately 30,000 books in his lifetime.
However, the books of the past cannot be compared with those of today. There is a big difference in the number of words. The old Marxist-Leninist said that the number of words in one of the four great classics is enough to equal a hundred of the previous books.
"It took thirty-eight years for radio to have 50 million users. It took thirteen years for television to have 50 million users. As for computers, from the 486 model I first came into contact with to now
Tremendous changes have taken place in just a few years.”
The old Marxist-Leninist man kept talking about examples of the progress of the times. The more I listened, the more shocked and uneasy I became.
"For my students, I don't expect them to be able to learn the content in the books and pass the exam. I hope that they will not fall behind in the development of the times, that's all."
Before leaving the classroom, the old Marxist-Leninist reopened his notebook and wrote a sentence on the blank page: Seeing things that others cannot see, that is the vision.