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Lanying High School, in the classroom of Grade 3 (8) Class!

Although Chen Ze left, all the students in the class were still thinking about his words.

"Do you think what Chen Ze said makes sense? He really has a way to let us sprint to Peking University. There are only less than five months left." A student said.

"I don't think it's possible. Although I think what he said makes sense, we shouldn't pay too much attention to other people's ridicule, but sprinting to Peking University is impossible at our level."

"It's simply impossible. Even if we follow him, it's just a waste of time. Especially since he wasn't a famous teacher in the past. Even if we follow him for five months, will it really be useful?"

"Yeah, although Peking University is very good, it's really great to be admitted, but how could we be admitted!"

A group of students said that they all shook their heads, feeling that it was still impossible for them to be admitted to Peking University.

"So tomorrow at six o'clock in the morning, are you going to the playground?" At this time, another student asked.

"No, I won't go, sprint to Peking University, if I say this, I'm afraid I'll be laughed to death."

"I'm not going either. I'm still sleeping at six o'clock in the morning. I've never woken up so early in high school."

"No, no, no, I'm sure I won't get up at six o'clock in the morning."

Many students answered one after another, and they all shook their heads. The answers were surprisingly unanimous, and they were all, not going to the playground. Soon, the classroom was full of non-going voices.

Ding ding ding! ! !

Soon, the school bell rang, and it was time for school to end.

Although they are in their third year of high school and the college entrance examination is five months away, Lanying High School's rule is that school ends at five o'clock in the afternoon.

This is simply an incredible thing in key high schools. But at Lanying High School, this is normal.

After hearing this sound, the students in the third (eighth) class of high school packed their schoolbags and prepared to go home.

"Hey, isn't this a sprint student for Peking University? Why do you leave school so early? Do you think you can still be admitted to Peking University even if you leave school so early?"

After packing their schoolbags, the students in Class 8 (Grade 3) walked out of the class. As soon as they came out, such a sound came from the class next to them.

The students in the class next to them laughed and said sarcastically after seeing them.

"Don't talk about it. After all, they are all elites who want to sprint for Peking University. Even if they are like us, they leave school so early, there must be no problem at all. Their head teacher is Chen Ze."

The other person also laughed, and looked at the people in the third (eighth) class of high school and said sarcastically.

"you!"

Hearing their sarcasm and jokes, the faces of these people who had just walked out of the class changed. A hot-tempered one was about to rush up, but was stopped immediately.

And the other person said: "You guys understand, we never said that we want to take the Peking University exam."

"Really? Then why did I hear that Chen Ze, your class teacher today, told you to gather at the playground at six o'clock tomorrow morning for the Peking University exam? I heard it right." The man who spoke first said humanely.

"You heard me right, but none of us will go, and none of us will do such a stupid thing." A person from Class 8 (Grade 3) said.

"Haha, I knew it. You guys won't go to Peking University? Only that Chen Ze can think of such a stupid thing. How can you have such ability? Tomorrow I'm going to see that Chen Ze see the playground How embarrassing it will be when there are no people."

"That's right, you guys in class three (eighth) of senior high school are considered wise, knowing how much you are worth. To be honest, students like Peking University are not what you should think about at all."

The people from these other classes spoke again, and they all bet that no one will go to the playground tomorrow, so now after hearing the words of these senior three (eight) classes, they are all very happy, so they laughed and praised A few words from the students in Class 8 (Grade 3). .

But they didn't notice,

Their compliments made the faces of those in Class 3 (8) even more ugly. They didn't care about these people at all, and immediately walked out of the school one by one.

Yang Jian, one of the students in the third (eighth) class of high school, also walked out of the school, said goodbye to his classmates, and walked towards his home.

His home is not far from the school, and his father is a bricklayer, that is, a person who usually repairs houses. Although it is not a designer, it can be regarded as a craft, so the income is not bad.

But because Yang Jian's grades were not very good since he was a child, he could only go to Lanying High School to study in high school.

"I'm back."

Soon, Yang Jian returned home, opened the door and shouted.

The sound of the TV came from the house, but there was no response. Yang Jian walked in and saw that his father was sitting at home watching TV.

"Dad, I'm back." Yang Jian spoke again, and said to his father.

"Yeah." His dad nodded.

Yang Jian didn't say much, and walked towards his room. He had a bad relationship with his father from a very early age, the reason is very simple, it was because of his poor grades.

"By the way, how did you think about what I told you before?" At this moment, Yang Jian's father asked.

Hearing his father's words, Yang Jian paused, then turned around and said, "Dad, I told you, I don't want to go to work with you, to repair the house, I don't like to do this."

"You don't like to do this? Then what can you do? You will definitely not pass the college entrance examination. With a diploma from Lanying High School, do you think you can find a good job?" Hearing Yang Jian's words, his father said loudly.

It turned out that Yang Jian's father had told Yang Jian a month or two ago that after Yang Jian graduated from high school, he would let Yang Jian follow him to learn how to build a house. Although it was hard work, at least he could learn how to cook.

But Yang Jian refused, he was not willing to learn this craft at all.

"Who said I won't be able to pass the college entrance examination? Maybe I will pass the entrance examination." Hearing what his father said, Yang Jian said.

"Admitted to university? Just based on your current grades? Haha!! Are you dreaming?" Yang Jian's father said, "Especially I heard that your class has recently transferred a new head teacher named Chen Ze. He actually said that he wants people from your class to go to Peking University? This kind of person is either crazy or a fool. Under the guidance of this kind of person, what kind of university can you get into? It doesn’t mean you really want to go to Peking University.”

Hearing what his father said, Yang Jian was a little speechless. In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to study hard and have a good relationship with his father. But he just couldn't learn it, so the relationship with his father became more and more tense.

Although he also knew that his father's proposal was for his own good, but he really didn't want to be a bricklayer. And facing his father's words now, he was also a little angry.

But the events of these years made him not know how to refute.

"In short, in short, I will be admitted to a university."

Finally, Yang Jian opened his mouth, walked into his room, and closed the door with a bang.

"Okay, I'll see how you get into college under the leadership of that lunatic!" His father's words came from outside the door.

"It's really difficult to ignore the ridicule around me." Standing in the room, Yang Jian muttered to himself.

He thought of what Chen Ze said in the morning, and he thought it was very reasonable, but now he realized that it is really too difficult to do it, and one must have a very strong heart.

"If you really follow Chen Ze and sprint for five months? Can you really do what he said?"

Yang Jian spoke again, he really wanted to prove it to his father, to see if he was what he said.

But he knew that it would be too difficult to rely on his own words. Therefore, he immediately thought of what Chen Ze said earlier.

It wasn't just Yang Jian, many people in Class 8 (Grade 3) also recalled Chen Ze's words during the day after returning home. Some, like Yang Jian, were hit by their parents or neighbors. Others, they thought of Chen Ze's words.

In short, they all recalled what Chen Ze said!

They all had such an idea in their hearts: "If I really follow Chen Ze, can I really do what Chen Ze said? If it is true, then myself, should I choose to believe him?"