This incident happened suddenly and in a blink of an eye. Perhaps there were still several students discussing it privately, but in the context of unanimous silence of the leadership of the first senior high school, no more trends have been set off.

On the contrary, after experiencing this incident, the students of Class 3 were vaguely twisted into one another. When they seized the football field and basketball court after school in the afternoon, they were also very imposing. After all, in the history of the First High School, no class has caused a big show of teachers and students fighting against young people in society like Class 3. I heard that after they made problems, they could not resolve it.

This also makes students in Class 3 feel a little more arrogant when they have different sense of identity with the class.

However, He Yue, one of the most important protagonists in the incident, was not as proud as a child, but instead fell into a tangle.

Because the one who saved his position as a class teacher was Yang Yi, a student he had always disliked. The punishment that he had to remember was changed to an understatement of verbal warning.

Verbal warning? Isn’t this just that nothing is gone? He Yue was a little confused when he heard the result of the treatment. After Sun Shangfang told him in person, "This time you have benefited from your students," he felt even more mixed. When the vice principal said this, he still had a joking expression. Maybe it was a leader’s joke to his young subordinates, but for He Yue, who had already made up his mind to make achievements in teaching, he felt that he was saved from the precarious cliff, and he didn’t know where to start.

So on the morning of the next day after getting the final processing results, He Yue, who came to the school to urge students to study in foreign languages, did not look at him indifferently for the first time when he saw Yang Yi entering the classroom, but looked at the boy with some complexity.

Yang Yi looked at He Yue and seemed to nodded to say hello, but he seemed to have no idea. He could understand the teacher's awkward mood. Yang Yi smiled openly and called out Teacher He, which was considered to be a greeting.

He Yue was obviously a little unprepared and actually stopped at the door. When he secretly scolded him for losing his belongings, Yang Yi had already passed by with a smile and entered the classroom.

...

As November begins, the students who get up in the morning can no longer see the blue sky and the sky is about to be white, but the dark tones of shadows. Every second on the roadside, there will be yellow leaves falling down. In the coldness of the bleakness, the first winter is approaching.

Rogo did not contact him during this period, and it seemed that the progress of the bookstore's investment plan was not going well. However, Yang Yi didn't care. He put his homework aside all the time and was almost trying his best to rush the manuscript.

It is said that when the second volume of "Things in the Song Dynasty" was published, there were no less than five or six thousand readers. The editors in charge of this book always smiled bitterly whenever they saw a few bags of readers piled up in the corner of the office. However, Yang Yi had no interest in these things and could only put them there.

The adaptation of "Shennong Code" is much more difficult than "Song Dynasty" which imitates "Ming Dynasty". After all, the latter two are historical books. The main line of books is the main line of history development. Even if Yang Yi needs to spend a lot of effort to review historical materials, it is just a process of reading and referring to it. However, when Yang Yi changed to "Shennong Code", those strange plots and tortuous stories, when Yang Yi did not want to copy the entire book, he had to rack his brains to conceive and change it.

Therefore, the progress of this book is three points slower than "Song Dynasty".

Yang Yi may not have reflected on whether it is too thankless to do this. He always has a bit of a bitch and wants to set up a archway. Since he has imitated these books, it will be said that it is a work of following the trend in the future. Under the butterfly effect, it is very likely that they will not write at all.

What are you still struggling with under this situation?

Let’s talk about it then. Yang Yi smiled bitterly and comforted himself. If the funds still cannot be in place before the end of the year, he would probably have to completely copy a super hot book such as "Ghost Blows Out the Light".

Because of insufficient time and Yang Yi's longing for the warm bed in the cold weather, he had the idea of ​​dropping out of school again. Now in school, all his tasks seem to only appear in the classroom, but what he did has nothing to do with the identity of a high school student. Is it necessary to stay here in this situation?

"No, you don't have to think about it." Yang Yi knew that this matter was inconsistent with his mother, so he went back to Yupu. If he had the help of the principal, he would have done a lot of work in his mother's place.

only……

Yu Pu's expression and tone when he refused was like using a dragon-slaying knife to chop people's heads. It was so neat and outrageous: "You are a high school person without graduation, but you are a high school graduate... you are a high school graduate. You can do your own things, but you can put away other ideas as soon as possible."

Then without waiting for Yang Yi to explain and distinguish, Yu Pu pondered again: "You can't learn science now, and I don't force you to do this. Let's find someone to give you a separate training during three or four classes every morning. Aren't you focusing on the history of humanities and philosophy? Have you ever heard of Ji Tangdan? The honorary professor of Yuezhou University and the honorary principal of the No. 1 High School, I ask him to give you a lesson."

Yang Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he felt a little distorted: "Is it Mr. Ji? That Mr. Ji, who is called the master of modern Chinese studies?"

Seeing that Yang Yi was so out of control, Yu Pu finally had some pranks of "Scaring you, kid". However, seeing the boy's anxious expression, he stopped making fun of him and nodded affirmatively: "It's Mr. Ji, our Yuezhou cultural circle, and Mr. Shen, who is known as Mr. Shen, both the best in calligraphy and painting, as well as Mr. Shen."

"Will he be the honorary principal of the First High School?" Yang Yi shook his head, feeling incredible. If he could really ask this old man to teach him, then it would be inevitable that he would stay at the First High School.

This is a well-educated person who has the legacy of a master of the Republic of China.

In life, all the beautiful things we encounter in our destiny are calculated in seconds. How can such a good teacher miss it?

"Okay, go and do your business. There is no special situation in the future. I will still have to go to school. Also, remember to visit the old man with me this weekend." After this incident, Yu Pu seemed to relax his control over Yang Yi, and no longer used various channels to scold him like before. The principal probably also realized that the trick used for ordinary students may not be correct for Yang Yi.

...

If you don’t have special circumstances, you have to go to school? Why do you have special circumstances?

For example, now, this is Friday. Rogo, who disappeared for almost two weeks, suddenly appeared outside Class 3.

"Yang Yi, there is a fat man looking for you. Damn, it's so fat." A group of little girls chattered and laughed at Rogo outside the classroom. However, Mr. Fat is now thinking about waving to Yang Yi in a hurry, but he didn't realize that he has become the object of girls' laughter.

"Can you take a leave?" Apart from the classroom door, Yang Yicai discovered that Rogo's face was not happy, but instead he was a bit hideous.

"Well, is there anything wrong?" Rogo admired Yang Yi's unrest, but now he was anxious, but he felt it was very hateful, so he dragged Yang Yiyi: "Go to the bookstore."

Reading a bookstore?

Yang Yi, who was a little confused, was stuffed into the co-pilot by Rogo. He walked through the streets of Yuezhou with less and less Jiangnan and a heavier modern atmosphere for more than half an hour and came to a factory in the old city.

Guomian Factory? Yang Yi's heart lit up and couldn't help but look at Rogo with a burning look. Fat President was a little proud when he saw Yang Yi's happy eyes, and he didn't realize how funny it was to show such an expression in front of a boy.

The two got out of the car and walked in. The machine inside had stopped roaring. The old guard at the door glanced at the two and was still basking in the sun.

"I just got news from my friend in the city that this factory was incorporated into a private enterprise in Jiangning, but the land was still in the hands of the municipal government. What do you think if it is the address of the book city?" Rogo pointed at the deserted half-person high-handed grass in the distance, with a proud look in his eyes: "Because it was built as a Hongqi enterprise back then, the construction life of the factory reached the public building level standard. Now if the structure is reinforced, it is a good model for the book city hall."

Then he pointed to the open area in the factory: "Does such a large area be developed as a cultural square complement each other?"

Following Rogo's guidance, Yang Yi's heart was also dazed for a moment. The factory in front of him was located at the junction of the new and old city of Yuezhou. Outside was the prosperous secular life. Behind a wall, it was desolate as if it was forgotten by the world.

In later generations, it seemed that it had been built into a prosperous urban business district? Yang Yi's memory was also a little uncertain. The wall blocked his sight, but it was difficult to block the sound. The whistle of the car, the accelerator of the motorcycle, the bicycle bells under the wall, mixed with the unique murmurings of Wu and Yue, which made Yang Yi feel like he was withdrawing from this world.

The red brick factory with vines does not have a complete window; the iron window lattices are so far away that you can still see the rust on it; on the bumpy basketball court in the distance, the wooden rebounds cannot see the original color, revealing the black and decayed interior... Is this place that is so desolate that it is a bit unreal, and will soon become the foundation of the Empire State Building?

"Brother Luo, I'm afraid this piece of land is not easy to get, right?" Although I was really satisfied, the more I did this, the less Yang Yi dared to take it over, just because he wanted to be the one who laughed to the end.

"The city has not yet been released, I got the news from internal news." Rogo was smoking all the time. Seeing Yang Yi's cautious expression, he suddenly let out a heavy breath of smoke: "Now wait for Siyue Culture's mortgage loan to be approved, this land is ours."

Siyue Culture? Mortgage?

Yang Yi's pupils instantly dilated, he slowly turned his head and looked at Rogo in surprise.

"In the past half a month, I have also run a lot of relationships and made a lot of efforts." Rogo squatted down. The fat man was always a little tired and funny, but Yang Yi didn't find it funny at all. There was only a desperate silhouette in his eyes: "But sometimes, your efforts are like a fart, and nothing is released."

"Before I met you, I thought Siyue culture was very good and had a very successful company. I have always been proud of it. But after this plan hit a wall everywhere, I realized that the reason I was successful was because I played in the frame set by others." Rogo gestured with his hand and smiled mockingly: "When I want to play outside the frame, everyone will treat you as an alternative. So I figured it out, I have to make the rules myself this time."

"But, Brother Luo, you..." Yang Yipin made some clues. I don't know whether he should comfort him or be proud of his ambitions and passions with him at this moment.

"Don't worry, I'm just thirty, I can afford to lose." Rogo smiled and said, "Besides, aren't you very confident when you advise me to enter the market? Why are you hesitating now? After working hard over the years, the most important thing I have learned is not to look back and not regret what I have done. How can people not pay the price when moving forward? You will get something you want, and you will also lose something you don't want to lose. This is how everyone."

"So this time you heard the news of the land auction of the Guomian Factory, you mortgaged Siyue without hesitation?" Yang Yiran muttered. It turned out that the boundaries between ambitious and idealists in this world were so blurred, but no matter what, Rogo's actions were enough to make him respect him.

Just like a classic work I saw in my previous life, the arrogant figure in "The Legend of Wukong", facing the thunder above the sky alone: ​​"Come on"

Rogo may be a long way from that untouched figure, but this cannot be a reason to deny the courage of this young fat man.

"Don't worry, Brother Luo." Yang Yi walked forward and stood beside Rogo.
Chapter completed!