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Volume 3 The World They Live in Chapter 157 Seventeenth Middle School

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    Chapter 157 Seventeenth Middle School

    Zhou Peng was wearing a gray cotton shirt, crisp trousers and Nike sneakers. He was standing on the main road of the South Second Ring Road in Yulin City in the sun. He was looking at the cars passing by on the street, holding a glass of soy milk and food in his hand.  Paper-wrapped fried dough sticks, a very simple breakfast.

    He still has the Faithwin SLR camera he bought in Hong Kong on his body. This is not something he deliberately showed off. Although the distance from Tonghua County to Yulin City is not far, his parents' desire to come there clearly feels like a long-cherished wish.  , it would be a pity not to take a few photos as a souvenir.  In addition, it was a newly purchased SLR. Even after returning from rebirth, Zhou Peng could not help but have a strong interest in the legendary and expensive Faithwin SLR camera.

    Office workers carrying shoulder bags and middle school students wearing different school uniforms were walking on the sidewalk one after another.  When Zhou Peng got out of the taxi, he saw the crowds of people getting off a bus not far away. While lamenting that he was not frugal, he still walked on the roadside like a maverick, eating his morning meal.  While holding the camera in one hand, he clicked and left some traces on the streets and alleys of Yulin City.

    Some people in the crowd began to pay attention to the appearance of this young man. His dry temperament and delicate face made everyone's eyes slightly dazed at the age of youth. It felt as if they had found their former self in this young man.  figure.

    The magnificent buildings of No. 17 Middle School can be seen in the distance.

    Zhou Peng was deeply moved along the way. Yulin City was not as compact and quiet as Tonghua County.  Because even in the early morning, there is only the hustle and bustle of the metropolis. The sky is open and clear overhead. There are not criss-crossing wires like Tonghua County. What extends in the field of vision is the reinforced concrete with a prosperous atmosphere.

    Although Yulin City in the previous life was not as good as Yizhou, the provincial capital of Southeast Province, because it is close to the coast, its future prosperity will catch up with Yizhou in the future.

    ?This is not like Tonghua County, where the circles of all walks of life are so small that you can¡¯t see them when you look up.  You know, there are nearly sixty or seventy ordinary middle schools in Yulin City, and the base number of students is also quite large.  Compared with the only three high schools in Tonghua County, the prosperity and richness of Yulin City can already be seen.

    Among the several middle schools in Tonghua County, due to the narrow circle and dense information, things like the school beauty Wang Lingfei of No. 1 Middle School will be known throughout the middle school student circles in Tonghua County.  But in Yulin City, dozens of middle schools are scattered in various areas, and there are countless students. Large and small circles are mixed together. Relatively speaking, only very outstanding people can make waves with one stone.  .

    Being among this huge student base, the first thing you feel must be your own insignificance.

    Zhou Peng feels like this now.

    No. 17 Middle School is the most famous middle school in Yulin City, and it is also a relatively densely populated area with top students.  Countless parents are desperate to send their children to this school.  If in Tonghua County, stepping into the gate of Tonghua No. 1 Middle School is like stepping into the threshold of university, then in Yulin City, stepping into the "first batch of national model middle schools" No. 17 Middle School is equivalent to stepping into the university.  Entered a key domestic university.

    And Han Yuqiao studied in this school. This is the information Zhou Peng asked Zhao Xianggu to find out for him last night.

    There are scattered students around. It is almost close to class time at this time, and there are not many students staying outside the school.  Not far away, at the gate of No. 17 Middle School, two rows of boys and girls wearing red sleeves and school uniforms, as well as teachers on duty in strict attire, were checking whether the students entering the school were neatly dressed one by one.

    Seeing this scene, Zhou Peng paused.

    Although he knew the location of Han Yuqiao's school, the situation in front of him made Zhou Peng hesitate.  After all, Zhou Peng was not a student of No.17 Middle School. He wanted to enter No.17 Middle School to see Han Yuqiao. Not to mention whether Han Yuqiao would agree. Looking at the serious-faced teacher on duty at the school gate, Zhou Peng felt that he might not even  This threshold cannot be passed.

    "Zhou Peng?"

    Things often develop unexpectedly. Zhou Peng turned his head in surprise and saw a boy riding a bicycle not far away, with a melon hair style and a school uniform shouting to him.

    Zhou Peng was stunned, then he looked at the boys' school uniforms, and then at the clothes worn by the students around him. Zhou Peng's face suddenly showed joy, and he quickly stepped forward, giving a thumbs up in admiration, "Long time no see."  , Wang Dali, I accidentally heard that you were studying in the city last time, but I didn¡¯t expect that you were actually in No. 17 Middle School. It¡¯s so exciting"

    Wang Dali's figure was much taller and straighter than before, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. This reminded Zhou Peng of the nagging of the taxi driver he heard in the taxi before coming to No. 17 Middle School.  "No. 17 Middle School, the best school in our city."??.  However, I heard that the school's education is too strict. Although many parents want their children to enter No. 17 Middle School, as far as students are concerned, they are extremely reluctant.  It is said that the training level is too strong, and the daily workload is three times higher than that of other schools on average. In the education circles of Yulin City, there is a legend of "cemetery".  Especially in recent years, students who cannot bear the pressure and commit suicide often happen. Although the Ministry of Education has given clear guidance, the contribution of No. 17 Middle School is very high. The admission rate of key universities is very high every year. No one cares about the students who died.  My true thoughts"

    According to the driver's chatter, Zhou Peng compared the appearance of Wang Dali in front of him. Although Wang Dali's height reached about 1.78 meters, and his previously slightly obese body tended to be healthier, the dark circles around his eyes seemed to have been touched by someone.  A heavy stroke of ink was applied, like a snoozing panda. Even when he saw his old classmate Zhou Peng, he couldn't help but yawn again and again.

    Having a glimpse of the leopard, Zhou Peng was also surprised by the competitive atmosphere of No. 17 Middle School.

    "Oh, I'm going to die. School life in No. 17 Middle School is not a human life"

    Although he said this, Wang Dali couldn't help but show a proud look on his face. He looked at Zhou Peng's casual clothes and said, "But Zhou Peng, you are here to hang out so early in the morning. Your home  You won¡¯t be moving to Yulin, right¡­¡±

    Zhou Peng waved his hand, "That's not true"

    "Hey, let's not talk about it for now. Class is about to start now. If the school doesn't let you enter the gate after the time, then I will be in serious trouble. I won't say goodbye for now"

    Looking at the increasingly sparse group of students around him, Wang Dali showed an anxious look on his face. He said hello to Zhou Peng and prepared to ride his bicycle to the school again.

    "Wait a minute, do you know Han Yuqiao from your school?" Seeing this, Zhou Peng quickly grabbed Wang Dali's back seat.

    It¡¯s not easy to meet an acquaintance, so it¡¯s unreasonable not to act as a microphone.

    But when Zhou Peng said these words, Wang Dali's foot, which was about to slam on the brakes, suddenly stopped. Turning his head, Wang Dali shouted in surprise, "Hey, hey, hey, Han Yuqiao is a precious treasure that our school cherishes."  Resources, Zhou Peng, you didn¡¯t harm the school beauty Wang Lingfei when you were in No. 2 Middle School. What¡¯s wrong, you want to go to No. 17 Middle School and harm our Miss Han?¡±

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