Chapter 13: Going to school with your schoolbag ()

The fields in the suburbs were filled with light golden waves of rice. In autumn, Kyoto was slightly cool. Looking at the somewhat dilapidated city in front of me, but whether it was now or later, I could go to Hongxing Primary School in Yanjing, which was not as rich as possible, Wang Qibu's state of mind, which he thought he had long been honored and disgraced, still caused waves.

"It seems that this bloody thing of fate is really a damn existence." Wang Qibu couldn't help but sigh in the same class as his previous life.

"Are you swearing?" a little fat man sitting next to Wang Qibu asked timidly.

"Yes, fat man." After seeing his close friend again after seven years of separation, Wang Qibu was trying to suppress the excitement of his supervisor.

"My name is Ye Baoshan, not fat man." Xiaopang protested angrily.

"Okay, fat man. My name is Wang Qibu. If you like it, you can call me Xiaoqi or Qibo." Although I always feel a little strange, Wang Qibu still introduced himself again. Whether it is "Xiaoqi" or "Qiboda" are all the names of Wang Qibu's best friends in his previous life.

"Can you stop calling me fat again? Mom said I am still young now and I am just fat now. When I grow up a little, I will definitely lose weight." Wang Qibu didn't remember that the fat man cared so much about his figure at this time. It seems that in my memory, "I am fat and I am proud" and "Brother conquered you with weight" are the catchphrase of this guy, right?

"Wishes are beautiful. But brother advises you to accept the somewhat cruel reality that you are 'just fat'. Well, at least you will be like this before you are thirty years old." Wang Qibu comforted the fat man Ye Baoshan very much.

"Hmph, I believe in my mother." Ye Baoshan persistently held the last straw.

"Well, I also believe that your mother is to comfort you. She is responsible for feeding you so fat." Wang Qibu said, thinking about the situation when he went to Fatty's house for dinner in his previous life, and the fatty mother, who was worried that her son would not be full, tried to pick up food for the fatty.

"..." Because of strict tutoring, Ye Baoshan, who can't curse, no longer knows what he should say.

"Quiet. Quiet." Just when the young students in the class who didn't know anyone five minutes ago were having a hot chat, a middle-aged woman walked to the podium and said, "I am your class teacher Cui Lin. The students who I called the name below will say 'arr'; Fan Bingbing."

"arrive."

"Son Ye-jin."

"arrive."

"Anne Hathaway."

"arrive."

"Wang Di."

"arrive."

"Okay, let's go to the corridor first to queue up according to size, and then we will line up seats. Students with vision problems can now tell the teacher that the teacher will try their best to take care of it." After clicking the name, Cui Lin said.

Because Wang Qibu was almost one head taller than other students, he was naturally assigned to the last table. If he hadn't seen Wang Qibu's admission files and saw such an amazing height, Cui Lin really doubted whether the child was late in school or was just a residing student.

"Okay, I'll do your first exam after admission. This exam score is ranked first in the class, and the second one is the class monitor and study committee member of our class. As for other class cadres, we will take the method of being able to live in. For example, the big student Wang Qibu sitting at the back, there should be no problem to be a sports committee member." Looking at the students who have already divided the seats, Cui Lin said. Compared with other schools, the class cadres are determined by the number of gifts given by parents, the Yanjing Red Star novel, which has a good background, is unique. Of course, because many students' background information here are kept confidential, well, this is also an important reason why the school dares not act rashly.

For Wang Qibu, who was called a big man for the first time and had no low profile in his mind, it was completely unsurprising to get the first place in the class. What surprised Cui Lin the most was that Wang Qibu's skill was no less than her, and the beautiful handwriting of this Chinese teacher who was known as a talented woman at school. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that such stubborn and boned words were from the hands of a freshman who was just seven years old.

"The result has been released, I announce that Wang Qibu is the leader of Class 7 of the year, and Xia Wei is the member of the study committee. Everyone applauds and congratulates them." Cui Lin said, taking the lead in applauding.

Wang Qibu calmly enjoyed some admiring gazes from a bunch of kids, as well as the unanimous look of the study committee member Xia Wei mixed in. So the idea of ​​"it turned out to be a good feeling to go to school" came to mind. You know, this was the first time that Wang Qibu suppressed his academic performance and had been inconsistent with him in his previous life. He entered the Tsinghua Youth Class at the age of twelve, and Xia Wei, the granddaughter of Vice Chairman Xia of the Military Commission. Although it was not glorious to win by rebirth, Wang Qibu, who was intoxicated with the pleasure of turning the tables, wouldn't pay attention to these things. If you don't agree, you will be reborn?

"Student Xia Wei, you must assist me in my work seriously in the future." The person in his previous life often caused trouble for no reason and quarreled with him. The Queen of Ice and Snow was in Wang Qibu's mind for a whole class. So after class, he ran directly to Xia Wei's desk and provoked.

"Hmph. Childish!" This is sarcastic, but Xia Wei did show enough contempt for Wang Qibu. This is normal, even if Xia Wei was the squad leader just because of her previous life.

"This is really a new evaluation." Xia Wei, in her previous life, once commented on Wang Qibu in person like this; a gangster, a arrogant maniac, a bastard, an idiot... "It's inexplicable!" Xia Wei, who didn't understand what Wang Qibu was talking about at all, said again.

"Two. Students of the study committee member, I will discuss something with you. I won't mention the grudges of the previous life. Will we not be able to break the rivers in this life?" Wang Qibu asked tentatively.

"What's the last life, how could you just say something strange in this life? Forget it, this doesn't matter. What's important is that I don't allow anyone to surpass me in grades, so I will get the first place soon." Xia Wei still had the expression of anger just now.

"Uh, Xia Wei, victory or defeat is common among military strategists. Why are you doing this?" Wang Qibu said with a wry smile.

"Maybe failure is common for you, but not for me." Xia Wei said stubbornly.

"Oh, God's will. He's fucking up again." Wang Qibu muttered, and then returned to his seat with some frustration.

During the lunch break, Wang Qibu was called to the office by Cui Lin on the reason to talk about how to start working in the class in the future. This made him very depressed, who was about to lie on the table and prepare to have a sweet afternoon. Forget it, this is the price to show off.

"Student Wang Qibu, are you really only seven years old?" This was a question that Cui Lin had been holding on for a whole morning.

"Teacher Cui, lying about age has no meaning for me as a man and who doesn't plan to go on a blind date." Wang Qibu said helplessly. Over the years, "Are you really only four years old?" "Are you really only five years old?" "Are you really only six years old?" He has answered such questions too many times.

"Haha, with your answer, it's hard to believe that you are only seven years old. Okay, let's talk about how you plan to open a job in the class and do your duty as the class monitor." Cui Lin, who originally wanted to teach Wang Qibu how to do it, suddenly changed her mind and decided to listen to what this little adult planned first.

"I think as a primary school class monitor, I will do a basic job of telling you a small report. Even if I live up to your trust and the school, I will complete the task well." Wang Qibu said seriously.

"Uh. Although the reality is indeed like this, you should have your own ideas." Cui Lin, who originally thought that Wang Qibu would talk big, was surprised.

"Is my thoughts important to you?" Wang Qibu said impatiently.

"Of course, as the head teacher of Class 7 in the year, communicating with class cadres is part of my job." Cui Lin came up with the panacea "work needs".

"Okay, my idea is to use the identity and rights of the class monitor to help those students in need in the class, and assist teachers and class teachers in various subjects to better complete teaching work, so that every student in Class 7 of the year can have a good grade and a good foundation. It will contribute to the four modernization construction of socialism in the future." Wang Qibu said in one breath.

"This is indeed the most standard answer. I hope you can do what you said." Seeing Wang Qibu, a little too smart squad leader, refused to show his bottom. Although he was a little dissatisfied, Cui Lin stopped asking. After all, what he said was so official and so good.

"Fatty, let's go home together." After school, Wang Qibu said to the fat man Ye Baoshan.

"How do you know that our two homes are in the same direction?" Ye Baoshan, who was too lazy to correct Wang Qibu, asked.

"What does it matter if it's not in the same direction? Just send me home first." Wang Qibu said disapprovingly. In fact, he also knew that the Wang family and the Ye family were not in the same direction. Ye Baoshan's father Ye Hongyuan was transferred to the group leader of Wang Yunshan when he was in the second grade. The deep friendship between Wang Qibu and Ye Baoshan originally started from that time. Before that, they were just ordinary classmates.

"But why should I take you home?" Although Ye Baoshan was honest, he was not stupid.

"Because if you send me home, I will invite you to drink Arctic soda. Well, drink as much as you want." Wang Qibu made an attractive promise.

"Okay." After hesitating for a while, Ye Baoshan, who was not short of these bottles of soda at home, surrendered. Any existence is the truth. It seems that there is definitely a fundamental reason why Ye Baoshan can grow to this tonnage.

Pocket money is not resistant to spending! Wang Qibu sighed more than once. Buying snacks for his wife and himself, and asking fat people to drink soda. These are all for money. I also thought that he had the biggest golden finger of rebirth, and it was a pity that he didn't use to make some extra money. Didn't that person say that? Waste is the biggest crime. So after he returned home and had supper, how could he make money? How could he make money without being singular? How could he make big money without being singular? How could he make big money without being singular? This became the main reason why he couldn't sleep tonight. In addition to him, Ye Baoshan was also singular. He did not have the financial troubles of Wang Qibu. He really stimulated his stomach and intestines even after drinking n bottles of iced soda.

After thinking hard all night, Wang Qibu came up with the luxury of making a lot of money in the current domestic form, even if he is a reborn person, he would not be satisfied; he was calm, reasonable and legal, and did not need capital, etc.

Alas, it would be great if I were a god. Wang Qibu, the rebirth who was enviable and jealous, was also outrageous. Just thinking about it, an idea to start his journey of fame in this life was born.
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