The Chinese teacher of Class 1 is a young woman named Chi. In this era when the average person is taller, the Chinese teacher is 1.7 meters tall, which is already considered petite. The petite teacher Chi is followed by a robot carrying a bag. It can be seen that
, she is enjoying shopping time.
Zhou Ping stood under the big signboard of the Internet cafe and met the eyes of Teacher Chi who was looking around. She was originally very relaxed and in a state of fun, but when she saw Zhou Ping, her eyes immediately became cold and stern.
"Zhou Ping, what's going on?! What are you doing in the Internet cafe?"
Zhou Pingping didn't change his tone, "Do your homework and check information. It's easier to go online. Is Teacher Chi coming to shop today?"
"Yes, have you finished your homework?"
"Almost." Zhou Ping rubbed the back of his head honestly.
Teacher Chi's expression softened and he chatted for a while, "There are many bad youths in Internet cafes now. Don't imitate them. You don't want to associate with people from other schools either. Do you understand?"
Zhou Ping was moved, "Thank you, teacher, I know, I definitely know."
"Well, okay, it's time for you to go back to school. Don't be late for your evening self-study."
"Goodbye, teacher."
Zhou Ping smiled brightly, and the care between teachers and students made him very warm. This warmth lasted for three stops. After getting off the bus, he looked at the gloomy sky. The weather in Jiangnan was really annoying. At noon
When we were there, the sun was still shining in our eyes, but now it actually looks like it’s going to rain.
He went into a home-cooked restaurant on the roadside. The chef was a real person, which was quite rare. He ordered a bowl of noodles with vegetables and shredded pork, and saw that there were marinated cooked food on the counter.
He ordered a plump chicken leg. The skin of the chicken was wrinkled at the base, and the beautiful muscles were clearly visible. Zhou Ping secretly guessed that this chicken must have been a good chicken when he was alive.
It cost a total of seven yuan. Again, the processing fee is expensive. If the cook was a robot, this bowl of noodles would cost less than three yuan, and the cost is negligible. It is said that the food in the orphanage is also very good, so that’s it
Thanks to the developed productivity of modern society.
Zhou Ping was eating this bowl of shredded pork and vegetables noodles with chicken legs. When it comes to the taste, the food cooked by a real chef is not better than the food cooked by a machine. In other words, his bowl of noodles is not necessarily better than the food in the orphanage.
Go there.
The seven yuan spent on labor is to pursue a homely atmosphere. Knowing that this dish is indeed made by humans, he is in the kitchen and can see it at a glance.
I heard that those rich people can spend thousands of dollars on a meal, all for the cooks. You have to watch them transform the ingredients into food step by step. The whole process is filmed and edited into a beautiful video.
It's just right for eating.
When did eating become a performance?
Zhou Ping didn't know what people in the past paid for food, but the seven yuan he spent today was really just for service. Seeing others busy for you gave you a despicable sense of superiority. He guessed that the cook's social information was only
Level two, or even level one.
In fact, he wanted to add chicken drumsticks to the noodles because he thought of his mother. Although he can make video calls every week, he hasn't seen her in person for a long time, and he hasn't returned to his home. The familiar environment and familiar people are no longer there, only one person.
A chicken drumstick can awaken Zhou Ping's memory of his mother.
Mom said she had to study hard, she worked very hard.
Zhou Ping felt warm in his heart when he thought of this. How great his mother is. He is not studying for the rise of China. He is studying for his family and for them to enjoy happiness in the future. He wants to study and become a master.
This warm mood lasted for a while. After he finished eating the noodles and gnawed the chicken legs clean, he went to the unmanned supermarket nearby and picked out a bottle of orange-flavored sparkling water. He drank most of the bottle and hiccupped.
, raindrops slowly fell from the sky, it was slightly cool, Zhou Ping pulled up his hood, and the rainwater slid down the curved surface of the clothes, without getting the boy under the clothes wet.
Back at school, Zhou Ping went to the classroom to get textbooks and exercises, and then went to the study room. At 6:03, someone was already studying here.
Zhou Ping studied very hard for a while, solving the assignments in each subject in order from easy to difficult. Finally, he fell on the math problem, a conic section, and calculated it for half an hour, but he couldn't figure it out.
The breath was released immediately.
After thinking for a while, he took out his student tablet and started reading some selected extracurricular readings.
He read a few beautiful short articles in the National Youth Magazine, then praised the natural beauty and criticized the rampant anti-intellectualism, but he was still a little dissatisfied. Zhou Ping had an author he liked very much, and he found it in the latest issue.
There are no more articles by him. The pen name of that person is very strange, called Kun Feihai. Zhou Ping knew that Kun is a traditional dried fish in the Jiangnan area, and he had eaten it before. Kun Yin Tong thought, so, Kun Feihai
, actually I want to fly over the sea.
This guy's article is actually not very good-looking. When Zhou Ping read this author's introduction, he saw that he had written some literature, but he didn't have any reputation at all.
Authors these days are indeed in a relatively high-risk profession. It is rare to be as stable as this guy.
Zhou Ping likes Qun Feihai's short stories. This author can describe some very magical and surreal pictures, especially some cyberpunk literature. One of them was particularly impressive to him, about a rich girl falling in love with a poor boy from the slums.
Together they defeated the conspiracy of artificial intelligence. In the end, the rich girl married the rich boy, and the poor boy was convicted of damaging national public property and hanged in prison.
Zhou Ping felt that if he changed the ending of his work, he might be able to sell it better than it is now.
It can be said that people in the world have suffered enough tragedies. It would be even more sad if there was no comedy in literature.
Zhou Ping flipped through past issues and found an article by Qun Feihai. After reading a tragedy, he savored it carefully for a while and suddenly felt tired.
He muddled around until the evening self-study was over. When he returned to the dormitory, his friends asked him how he had fun.
He said it was cool.
Friends also advised him not to go in the past few months because of the heavy publicity.
Zhou Ping agreed, but when it came time for Zhou Ping to belong to him, he was caught red-handed by his class teacher in the Internet cafe.
The class teacher slapped him, and in front of so many people in the Internet cafe, some people used their mobile phones to secretly record it. I believe it won't be long before you can see the animated picture of him being slapped on the forum.
What a shame.
Zhou Ping was suspended from school for a week and was asked to reflect at home.
His father asked him if he still wanted to study. If he didn't want to study, he would go find a job.
If he became a welfare worker, his life would be over. Zhou Ping was frightened. He swore to repent and called his class teacher three times a day.
Finally, he was able to return to school.
Shame forced him to study, but this feeling dissipated quickly in the comfortable campus life.
Even faster, several of his fellow victims found new places to surf the Internet, which were safe and hidden.
In the end, nothing changed.
Until the day when the youth mode patched the vulnerability in the simulation cabin, it was a "Zhou Ping" in the third grade of junior high school.
Zhou Ping was lost.
The strange thing is that during the days when he was addicted to games, he was still in the top class. After the game stopped, he was kicked out. The day he left, the class teacher shook his head at him and sneered.