Chapter Seven Classmates Continue to Guide

  In the morning, Wang Zhen attended four classes in addition to her early reading class. She was very serious and time passed quickly. At noon, Wang Zhen had to go home for lunch, with only one hour of rest time. She basically ran home and then ran back to school.

  Because of saving money, she didn't eat at school. At that time, the school's meal was to bring rice to school in exchange for food stamps, and vegetables needed to be bought with money, so Wang Zhen always went home for lunch.

  After eating well, Wang Zhen arrived at the classroom and had just sat down for a few minutes when the bell rang, signaling the start of physical education class. Wang Zhen loved this class because of the teacher's habit of having them run around the playground first before dismissing them to free play.

  Wang Zhen walked towards the playground and lined up. The physical education teacher only said: "We won't run today, you're all in third grade now. From now on, we'll have two physical education classes every week. We'll first train for 10 minutes on the projects that will be tested during the middle school entrance examination. After that, you can freely do whatever you want, review if you need to, or do whatever you want."

  It turned out that Wang Zhen remembered that there were still a few points for the middle school entrance exam, so he seriously followed the training of long jump and other events.

  Specifically how many points, Wang Yan couldn't remember at all, only remembering that in her previous life she had scored twenty points in physical education.

  About fifteen minutes later, classmates in the class followed one after another into the classroom.

  Wang Zhen sat in her seat, took out her high school English book, and went through it once. She felt pretty good about herself, able to recall all the vocabulary.

  Wang Zhen thought for a moment, it should be related to her self-study of business English in the previous life. After Ma Cheng's success, he occasionally took her abroad and, for the sake of face, spent money to let her receive specialized English training. At least after a year and a half of training, she was able to communicate freely with foreigners.

  If you can remember words, then recite texts.

  Liu Wenbo also went to the position, took out the language book and flipped through it randomly, messed around for a while, didn't look at it, sat on the chair in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking about.

  "Wen Ge, look at how happy you are! All of us guys have been seated with only boys since the beginning of junior high school. But you're different, you even got a female deskmate! How does it feel?" The speaker was Zhang Zhong, his tone carried a hint of malice.

  The name is quite impressive, but the character is simply like a hoodlum. The appearance isn't bad either, less than 1.7 meters tall, which is not bad for a late-developing boy. His hair was styled in the most popular Guo Fu Cheng hairstyle at that time, with a 3:7 ratio, and it looked like he had just gotten it styled at a barber shop.

  Wang Zhen stroked her earlobe and recited the book, but she didn't hear it at all, nor did she want to hear it. What do these people have to do with her? The task of this world is arduous indeed.

  Liu Wenbo narrowed his eyes and chuckled: "Why don't I talk to your class teacher about it, you come sit here?"

  Zhang Zhong knew that since Liu Wenbo said so, he would be able to do it. He had heard his dad say that this kid was brought by the principal, and it's better not to mess with him.

  Besides, he didn't want to sit at the same table as that dead girl. Don't look at her being quiet and unassuming all the time, her temper isn't soft. He remembered clearly that on the first day of school, Wang Zhen had slapped a male classmate, and in the second year, because a male classmate wanted to copy her homework, she threw his backpack out through the window.

  Afterwards, the teacher also criticized the classmates who were beaten and had their schoolbags thrown away. Zhang Zhong wasn't afraid of Wang Zhen, but thought she was weird and tried to avoid her as much as possible. Today, he just came over to make fun of Liu Wenbo: "No!" He refused very bluntly.

  Liu Wenbo had only been there for half a year, so he didn't know about these past events. He found Zhang Zhong's behavior quite intriguing and wondered how someone who dared to steal dogs from farmers' homes to roast and eat, and who dared to fight with his classmates, could be afraid of this little girl. Although curious, he didn't ask anything.

  "Don't be like that, just go memorize your lessons and write characters, or else when the time comes, your parents will bring gifts to visit your teacher, and then you'll get a beating with a bamboo stick!"

  Every time Zhang Zhong made a mistake or failed an exam, his dad would take a big bag of things to the head teacher's office to apologize, and after being scolded, he would beat him severely when he got home.

  At the thought of this, Zhang Zhong shuddered twice and decided to study some more. The old man had said that if he couldn't get into high school, he wouldn't beat him anymore, but would send him directly to work on a construction site as a laborer.

  Working as a laborer on the construction site, what kind of international joke is that? Isn't it just moving bricks, cement and sand every day? No way, absolutely not. Even if I take a slightly worse high school entrance exam, I must get in, or else I'll definitely be assigned to this job.

  Zhang Zhong reluctantly returned to his seat, unwillingly flipping through the book, and didn't know if he could even focus on the book that was being flipped back and forth in his hands.

  Liu Wenbo glanced at his deskmate, who was stroking her ear, closing her eyes, and muttering words with her mouth, completely ignoring the conversation between the two. Looking again at the English book in her hand, her gaze flashed, that's not even a junior high school textbook, looking more closely, it's a high school English book, Liu Wenbo was surprised.

  This girl has been memorizing books all the way up to high school textbooks, and she looks quite serious about it. What does she want to do?

  Liu Wenbo had been in this small town for more than half a year and it was the first time he felt curious about someone.

  What can be said about this Liu classmate, his curiosity is too heavy, it's destined that he will become more and more curious, because of the things Wang Zhen classmate wants to do, not all of which are suitable for someone of his age.

  Wang Zhen still gets up early every day, goes to school, finishes school, helps with household chores, and before she knows it, Thursday has arrived. After finishing the household chores and cooking dinner, Wang Zhen and Zheng Shuirong eat together: "Mom, when will we harvest that more than one mu of wheat at our home?"

  Zheng Shui Rong didn't even lift her head, feeling that this kid's cooking skills were getting better and better. The dishes were really delicious, not only in terms of taste but also in presentation: "There are still five minutes left to cook, it's still a bit raw, wait a few more days."

  "Mom, there's something I want to talk to you about," Wang Zhen said softly.

  Zheng Shuirong looked up and gazed at her own daughter, unsure of what she was thinking, so she asked directly: "What do you think?"

  "Mom, you're selling vegetables now and can earn around 10-20 yuan a day. Sometimes it's even 30-40 yuan. Have you ever thought of contracting the wheat to someone else? I heard from my classmate today that some villages with abundant labor contract wheat for 35 yuan per mu." Wang Jian said while eating.

  "Thirty-five yuan, I'd rather collect it myself." Zheng Shuirong was very frugal with money, earning twenty yuan a day wasn't worth having someone else collect.