Friday, June 28, 1991, sunny.

After breakfast, Zhang Yang looked at his school uniform in front of the dressing mirror, a white short-sleeved shirt and black slim trousers, and was set off by a slim young man in the mirror. The original ordinary school uniform also looked very fit and decent, with a visual effect comparable to the brand's formal wear.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that the clothes are also determined by who is wearing them."

As a century-old school, although Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School has rules that students do not have school uniforms or are not allowed to enter, the styles of school uniforms give students great autonomy. Not only are there two formal uniforms and two sets of traditional uniforms in four seasons, there is also a school uniform design competition every year, students vote to select the top three men and women styles, and then hand them over to the manufacturer to customize them. They can place them in the school official store for students to purchase their own designs and get a 30% profit commission.

Zhang Yang wore the official summer style, while another traditional school uniform was a cotton and linen mid-sleeved top, paired with loose black trousers that also retained the Hanfu elements.

He was not in a hurry to go to school, so he changed into this traditional school uniform, and then asked Luo Shen in the mirror: "One is tall, handsome, handsome, elegant and elegant, and the other is gentle and gentle. Which one do you think I will choose better?"

"You can wear them all."

I can't communicate with her, after all, the levels of life are different, and maybe there is reproductive isolation.

Considering that there seemed to be poetry lessons today, Zhang Yang finally went out wearing this outfit of "a gentleman gentleman as gentle as jade". But after a while, he pushed open the door with a crutch, went to the room in shame to get his schoolbag, and then went out again.

"You don't know how to remind me?" He complained to Luo Shen with some depression.

Luo Shen said lightly: "I forgot too."

“…”

The weather was very good, and the sun was bright. Zhang Yang took his schoolbag and walked out of the community gate with his backpack. He soon realized that the gentleman was gentle and gentle as jade and calm. He must be the children of nobles. There were servants who followed him everywhere. He didn't have to carry things, and he wouldn't run around with plaster and crutches. Otherwise, he would definitely not be gentle or unrestrained.

Bus No. 21 soon stopped, Zhang Yang got on the bus, swiped the card, and found a seat to sit down. Few people looked at him more because he was leaning on a crutch. Instead, the school uniform of the Second Middle School attracted more attention.

Zhang Yang looked at the street scene all the way and soon heard the station announcement from "Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School". He got off with a cane. In front of him were the golden words "Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School". It was obviously a few years since Xinli.

After walking two steps to the front door, a bluestone statue of a scholar holding a book in his hand and looking into the distance, looking a little old. There are four large lacquered traditional Chinese characters engraved on the stone platform under the statue: "Qingying Academy"!

The predecessor of Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School was the "Qinghe Academy" built by Lu Qingying, a famous scholar in Jiangnan in the late Northern Zhou Dynasty. Lu Qingying devoted his life to enlightening people's wisdom and made great achievements in the cause of education. He was also a loyal supporter of feudal imperial power. He once served as the Minister of Rites.

Seventy years ago, the last feudal emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Zhang Pei, was forced to abdicate and change his reign. The news spread to Qingcheng. The old man over 50 years old left a last word: "In his fifty years, he only deserves one death." He jumped into the water and committed suicide.

I don’t know if this familiar last words have the influence of the “string effect”, but when I looked at Lu Qingying’s statue, I felt a little moved.

Maybe it is a bit stupid and loyal, or maybe it is a bit unwise, but since ancient times, some of the great China has been supported by the backbone of such people.

For some reasons, Qinghe Academy was once banned and later reopened. In order to commemorate Lu Qingying, it was renamed "Qingying Academy". Later, the education reform was changed to "Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School", which is one of the most famous national demonstration high schools in China today. Since the Ministry of Education selected the "Top 100 Middle Schools in China" in 1983, it has been on the list every year.

In the past five years, the online rate of key universities has never fallen below 95%.

In other words, even the worst class in the past five years, there are an average of 50 people in each class, and there will be no more than three who have not been admitted to key universities in the end.

So Zhou Qihang said that Zhou Fan "will be in a key university" is really not a compliment.

The campus of No. 2 Middle School, covering an area of ​​more than 2,000 acres, is large and quiet, with a high greening area. Zhang Yang walked along the school road through the "Cunjin Lake" named by Lu Qingying, and walked into the teaching building.

Third floor, Class 202.

The morning reading has not started, but there are already many students in the classroom. When Zhang Yang walked over with a cane, he heard someone in the distance reading loudly: "Ah, it's so dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Road is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky..."

The classroom is very spacious, with five rows of double desks placed separately. At this time, there were only more than a dozen students, some were studying loudly, some were memorizing words, some were doing questions, some were listening to music with headphones, and some were lying on the table to make up for sleep.

The door was the origin before, and the coordinate of the position of the Changyang was 31, which is the third row of desks against the wall. At this time, someone was sitting upright in the seats near the aisle reading a book.

The morning sun shines in from the corridor and spreads on the girl through the clean and bright windows. She is wearing a college-style school uniform with cheongsam, light blue striped cotton, slanted collar mid sleeves, hem and knee-length, and the badge of Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School is embroidered on her chest, looking fresh and simple.

As the designer of this school uniform, she is also the best spokesperson.

The black and soft hair was not tied up, and it naturally scattered on the shoulders. The sitting posture was upright and graceful. Because of reading, I lowered my head slightly and my neck was slender. Under the sunlight, my white skin seemed transparent. A pencil was sandwiched between my slender and white fingers. I turned it a few times at will, fell on the book, and then picked it up and continued to rotate it casually.

"With this technique, I'm so embarrassed to turn the pen?"

Zhang Yang complained in his heart, walked to the table under the cover of "The Road to Shu Difficult", and reached out to knock on the table with a light tap.

The girl who was reading a book raised her head, her bright eyes slightly widened, and a little surprised appeared on her face that looked very vulgar and elegant. She quickly stood up and let him in, and asked softly, "Are you discharged from the hospital?"

The voice is soft and pleasant, and it sounds nice, but the problem is a bit stupid.

The spaces on the front and back tables were not crowded, and Zhang Yang didn't have to get up even if he was in and out of behind her on weekdays, but this time he was wearing plaster and crutches, so it was hard to get through like that.

Zhang Yang sat in his position with some difficulty, put his crutches on the wall, put his schoolbag on the table, and replied casually: "No, I ran out secretly. I have to rush back after class, otherwise I will be found and I may not be able to leave the yard in the future."

Lin Yiran sat down again, looking at him with clear and bright eyes, and did not respond for a long time.

Zhang Yang spread his hands innocently, "You know, even if I can't sneak out, I must have been discharged from the hospital."

Lin Yiran withdrew his gaze and sat upright and continued reading, without turning his pen any more, looking very serious and focused.

The most beautiful girl is because she is extremely beautiful, with her side profile impeccable. Under the sunlight, her skin looks like jade, her thin fluff is clearly visible, her long eyelashes, bright eyes, and a straight nose bridge...

Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze and took out a copy of "Modern and Contemporary History of China" from the hole in the table and opened it. After reading it, he seemed to like her.

But to be fair, although this girl is not old, she still looks immature. Whether she is standing, raising her eyes, or lowering her head and lowering her eyelashes, her temperament and charming look, she can't find a way to match her with her knowledge of seeing thousands of sails on the Internet.

Of course, this has a direct relationship with her right in front of her. After all, what is shot is not as vivid as what you see with your own eyes. Most of his previous lives were staying at home, and seeing beauty can only be seen through the screen.

"No wonder you lived in another world for thirty years, only had one girlfriend, and married someone else..."

Luo Shen said lightly, "I deserve it."

Zhang Yang ignored her and read the book seriously.

The origin of cheongsam has always been controversial. Many scholars believe that although it was popular in the Republic of China, its origin can be traced back to the "deep clothes" in the Qin and Han Dynasties. Here we should regard it as the evolution of deep clothes.
Chapter completed!