My 1999

The winter sunshine passes through the bright glass windows and casts mottled and changeable reflections on the ground.

The thin and bright dust is like a leaping spirit, dancing in the sunshine.

Except for the sound of pages turning and pen scratching paper, the classroom was quiet.

Behind the piles of textbooks and test papers, there are young figures who are working hard.

Ring ring ring…!

The crisp ringing of the bell echoed in the classroom, and young faces suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​books and questions, with eager eyes, like dogs looking forward to being fed.

"get out of class is over."

The atmosphere in the classroom instantly became noisy.

As soon as the teacher left, several strong men rushed out from the back row of the classroom.

The leader was holding a basketball in his hand, and his anxious shouts shook the whole classroom.

"Go and occupy the space quickly, don't let the bastards from Class 5 take over."

Looking at this lively scene, Xu Liang, who had been reborn for seven days, still felt a deep sense of alienation in his heart.

He didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. He came back from visiting the graves of his grandparents during the Qingming Festival, drank and slept with his father, who was already over 70 years old, and returned to twenty-four years ago.

1999.

He is currently a sophomore in Yidu No. 6 Middle School.

A seventeen-year-old green boy.

boom.

There was a heavy tap on the shoulder.

"Brother Liang, why are you dazed? Are you going to eat?"

Subconsciously turning his head, a long face with a short cut and pimples on his face came into view.

Zhang Dahai, his back desk.

A classmate who played better in high school.

"Xu Liang, are you sick?"

Liu Haiyun, a little girl with a ponytail and a bare face, was also his deskmate.

In the high school of the 1990s, when romance was strictly guarded against, everyone has always maintained a pure relationship as classmates.

"fine."

"Let's go eat."

He greeted Zhang Dahai and left the classroom.

Come down from the second floor and join the dense flow of people walking towards the dormitory.

After going down a slope, two five-story dormitory buildings appeared on the left.

In front of the dormitory building, a tall walnut tree swayed in the cold wind.

There was a lot of excitement under the tree.

More than twenty large basins filled with fried vegetables were placed in a row on the table.

The male and female students lined up in a queue to prepare meals from large rice bowls.

There was laughter and joking in the middle, showing off the vitality of young people.

There is no canteen in the Sixth Middle School now. After the students finish their meals, they take them directly back to their dormitories to eat.

Although the big pot dishes are not delicious, they are really cheap.

Thirty cents for a dish and ten cents for a steamed bun.

For ordinary students, two yuan a day is enough.

Xu Liang's living expenses of 100 yuan a month would leave him 30 to 40 yuan at the end of each month.

However, when he was reborn this time, his mind was still brighter, and his body was several times stronger than before.

So I ate more.

After a simple dinner, I went back to the classroom. There was still evening self-study at seven o'clock.

Time passed little by little, and the class was about to begin. The English class representative brought in the tape recorder.

"No, it's about to be on vacation. Why don't you study in the evening and listen to listening?"

"Zhou Bapi is indeed worthy of the name of Bapi, and he is not willing to let go of it even for a moment."...

Although he complained, he still sat down and sat down.

Quietness also returned to the classroom.

Now Xu Liang has long forgotten all English.

To him, English listening is almost like a bible.

Don't bother to listen anymore.

Rather than studying, he wanted to think about his future.

but.

Xu Liang is not surprised that when anyone who has been poor comes back, his first thought is to make money.

And with a look ahead to the next twenty-four years, there are so many opportunities to make money.

I can't help it as a person.

But although there are many opportunities, it is not easy to make your first pot of gold.

In this era, with semi-military management, only one day off a month, and a high school where you can't leave the school gates, it is simply too difficult to do business and make money.

"Others have systems for rebirth, or have hundreds of songs memorized in their heads. Why am I so miserable?"

boom.

The bench was kicked from behind.

This is the most familiar code from my student days.

Xu Liang turned his head helplessly.

"what?"

Zhang Dahai winked and handed over a thick roll of paper.

"Brother Liang, good stuff."

Xu Liang curiously took it and discovered that it was a stack of about twenty pages torn from other books.

When I read novels in high school, they were generally like this.

He tore a novel into a dozen pieces and the boys in the whole class took turns reading it.

Xu Liang looked at the upper left corner. Usually there is the name of the novel here.

"'Nine Yins and Nine Yangs'?!"

A long memory came to mind.

During this period at the beginning of the new century, a magical author - Jin Yongxin - was active in the land of China.

When countless people pick up and read "Jin Yong's new works" as "Jin Yong's new works", they can no longer refuse.

In general, all Jin Yong's new novels describe the same story.

A story about a man and many women, and there are all kinds of things in it that are indescribable.

In any era, there are a lot of pornographic articles, but not many can write them brilliantly.

Jin Yongxin is undoubtedly the best.

But now Xu Liang's mind is full of how to make money, so how can he think about this.

He threw it casually to Zhang Dahai.

"I'm not interested. You can see for yourself."

The latter was very fast, stuffing the novel into the table like a thief, and then lowered his voice.

"Brother Liang, this is Nine Yin and Nine Yang. You have asked me for it several times..."

Before he finished speaking, the classroom door opened, and a middle-aged woman wearing a black down jacket with eyes and a serious appearance walked in.

English teacher Zhou Tong.

In Xu Liang's impression, she was the one who punished students the most among all her high school teachers.

Everyone is more afraid of her.

He was also used to procrastinating and occupying classes, so he was nicknamed "Zhou Bapi".

"Li Nan, hand out these papers."

The English class representative quickly stood up and went over.

Everyone couldn't help but complain.

After-school dragging, occupied physical education classes, and homework during the winter and summer vacations are among the three most hated things among middle school students.

Bang bang.

Zhou Tong slapped the table hard, his voice stern.

"Why are you arguing? The winter vacation is so long, and it's just a few papers. Can't you guys finish it?"

After seeing that the students' arrogance was suppressed.

"I don't care about other teachers. If you can't finish your English homework, don't blame me for being rude to you when you come back from winter vacation."

After scanning everyone with cold eyes, he turned and walked towards the door.

Different from the dissatisfaction and silence of others, Xu Liang looked at the Spring Festival couplets given to teachers by the school every winter vacation in the hands of his English teacher, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Why did you forget it?"

My heart suddenly became excited.

Memories of the previous life emerged from the depths of my mind.

In 2009, he quit his job and returned to his hometown from the capital. It happened to be the Chinese New Year, so he was not in a hurry to find a new job.

It happened that my aunt and my third aunt were selling Spring Festival couplets, so I called him who was free at home.

He didn't expect this thing to be so hot, and he was too busy to do it, so he grabbed his father.

In just half a month, he and his father made a small profit of 20,000 yuan, and the cost was less than 2,000 yuan, a real huge profit (the author's real experience).

He still remembered that when he was drinking at his grandma's house on the second day of junior high school, his uncle said that the business of selling Spring Festival couplets would get harder and harder as time went by.

One is that there are more competitors; the other is that everyone is getting busier and busier, the spirit of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker, and no one is too lazy to post Spring Festival couplets.

When my uncle entered the industry in 2002, he and his wife could earn between 30,000 and 40,000 yuan a month.

It's ninety-nine now.

Moreover, my winter vacation time is also suitable for starting this business.

The more I think about it, the more appropriate it becomes.

I was secretly excited.

"That's it."

After thinking about how to make the first pot of gold, his anxious heart calmed down.

Looking at the papers placed on the table, he couldn't help but frown.

In more than twenty years, all the knowledge I learned in high school has been forgotten.

When I came back from rebirth, my head didn't look any brighter, nor did I have a photographic memory.

Even if I study hard from now on, I won't be able to do well in the college entrance examination in a year and a half. It's too difficult to get into a good university through normal channels.

But it’s definitely not possible without going to college.

A college degree is a life cushion. It may not allow you to fly high, but it can guarantee a certain lower limit.

And if you start a business in the future, the school is also a great resource.

After thinking about this clearly, Xu Liang wrote two words on the notebook with a pen.

art.

According to the rules of No. 6 Middle School, all twenty to forty students in the liberal arts class will be transferred to the art class during the new year.

Students who use art to enter college are commonly known as art students.

The important thing is that in this era, art is not required to be tested in the college entrance examination, and mathematics is not required in the college entrance examination.

If you don’t know math, you just don’t know it. Even if you scratch your scalp, you can only write a ‘solution’.

As for the remaining Chinese, English, geography, history and politics, even if you don't know how to do it, you can still get a few points as long as you write a lot of nonsense.

In the remaining year and a half, Xu Liang doesn't need to work too hard. It's relatively easy to get 350 points in the exam.

For art students, three hundred and fifty points is enough.

Even many schools do not require such high cultural scores.

Finally, there is the art major, drawing, gouache and sketching.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

In a previous life, my ex-wife was an art teacher who graduated from the United States. In order to pursue others, he also systematically learned sketching and gouache, but he didn't do much sketching.

Later, his ex-wife opened an art tutoring class, and he often served as a teacher. No matter how high his level was, he would definitely be good enough for the exam.

In addition, the most important benefit of studying art is that you can go out to study.

This way, he doesn't have to be stuck here for a year and a half like he's in jail.

After thinking about the way to go next, Xu Liangliang felt much calmer.

I took out the history textbook.

Although I have forgotten many contents over the years, my understanding is stronger than when I was a student.

I was immersed in it before I knew it.

By nine o'clock, the evening self-study is over.

He took the history textbook and went back to the dormitory with Zhang Dahai.

The dusty, dirty-looking cement corridor, white upper and brown walls, yellow chandeliers, and a strong high school dormitory smell.

Pushing open the khaki door of 303, the smell of feet mixed with the smell of sweat hits your nostrils.

Although Xu Liang had adapted to it for seven days, he still found it a bit unbearable.