On August 29th, the day when the freshman reported to receive the book. I changed into a clean casual outfit, carried my schoolbag, and walked out of the house leisurely with my cousin Hu Daming.

Without asking his godfather to send him off, the two took Bus 2 and arrived at the entrance of No. 18 Middle School. From a distance, they saw a huge banner hanging on the school gate to welcome new students to the school.

Getting off the bus, Zheng Shaoyang was already waving at us under the shade of the tree next to the school gate: "Brother Hao, here, here!"

Then he turned his head and spoke to a strong man in a white shirt, "My friend is here, you go back."

"Yes," the strong man answered and left quickly.

This man is a trainer. I can only take a look at it casually and I can see it. He walks with great vigor, and it is obvious that he practices the stance to the core, so he also has this characteristic when taking steps.

Seeing my eyes staring at the strong man, Zheng Shaoyang was also a little surprised and came over and whispered: "Brother Hao, you can see so quickly that he is a staff member next to my grandfather and has also practiced Kung Fu."

"Yeah," I nodded, then introduced my cousin and the others to each other, and then the three of them entered the campus together.

There were many students around the newspaper columns on both sides of the main road. When we walked closer, we found that there was a class division of freshmen in the first year of high school.

Zheng Shaoyang and I quickly found their names from above and also found Lin Qingqing. Unfortunately, the three of us belonged to different classes.

On the first day of registration for freshmen, they were just divided into classes and paid the registration fee in the morning. Seeing that the Finance Department was crowded, the three of us did not join in the fun. They directly found a shaded place to sit down and pointed at the school.

It was probably just the beginning of the school year that many people had a look of joy on their faces. Occasionally, one or two beauties could be seen passing by. Zheng Shaoyang's eyes were so vicious that he whispered around our ears from time to time, rating the girls.

Woo! Suddenly, a harsh engine roar came from the school gate, and a blue motorcycle rushed onto the main road.

The motorcycle's speed did not decrease, and the sound of horns and whistles attracted many students who reported to watch, and hurriedly hid on the side of the road.

The motorcycle suddenly stopped not far in front of us, and the young man with sunglasses turned and jumped off, and walked towards the finance department with great strides.

"Wow, so handsome!" The other party's actions naturally attracted a lot of praise from girls.

Then a girl replied, "It's Huo Changtian, who is a second-year high school student, is very handsome. It is said that he is from our school's basketball team..."

"Damn, Huo Changtian is too pretentious, afraid that others won't know that he has a broken motorcycle..." Not far away, someone whispered.

The tone sounded disdainful, but it could be seen from his eyes that there was an unconcealed jealousy.

"There is no choice. He has a good father. His father is the head of Daoshui District. I heard that the school beauties of our school were also taken down by him..." Another sour voice sounded.

"It's just relying on the family's market, otherwise how could such a person stay in school?"

I let go of my spiritual sense slightly, and the noise of noise around me kept coming.

High school seems to be completely different from junior high school.

The mark of measuring a student's status is no longer academic performance, but more of a family background.

The students coming and going have a bit of mercy and hypocrisy on their faces, just like those adults in society. Perhaps this situation cannot be blamed on the students themselves. The young man of seventeen or eighteen years old is the critical moment to form judgment. Unfortunately, the adults used their money and rights to tarnish the ivory tower, which naturally distorted their understanding of society.

The newspapers often lament that the thoughts of us born in the 1980s are too complicated, but we do not know that it is society that drives us like this.

It’s not that I don’t understand, but that this society is changing too quickly. As a monk, I also feel this kind of emotion.

Humanity has become unpredictable now, and I am afraid it is because of this.

"What are you thinking? You're so dedicated, you're like a thinker." Seeing me sitting there motionlessly, Zheng Shaoyang pushed hard.

"It's nothing." I sighed slightly. I have not been obsessed with practicing Taoism in recent times. I can think of anything I see.

Now...it's better to enjoy a wonderful high school life.

No matter how the external environment changes, I just need to focus on my mind and follow my original mind to guide forward.

"Let's go, let's continue walking, and come and pay when there are fewer people." I jumped up and said.

"Okay, let's see how old it is at No. 18 Middle School," my cousin responded later.

My thoughts have changed, and my feelings are naturally different.

The school has indeed not insulted the reputation of key provincial high schools, it is very beautiful.

There are all cement roads with lush leaves and green trees beside the road. Milky white tall buildings are distributed in an orderly manner on the campus, and there is a thriving atmosphere everywhere.

This is where I will live for three years! Haha!

The three of them wandered around the school aimlessly, and the number of students who paid the money gradually decreased until after 11:00 noon.

Although I really wanted to have a romantic encounter with Lin Qingqing on campus, but unfortunately the weather was not going well. I deliberately used my spiritual sense to investigate, but Lin Qingqing did not come in the morning. The report time of No. 18 Middle School was reported for two days, maybe she wanted to wait until tomorrow.

In the afternoon, we arranged the accommodation and discussed with each other to go out for a walk. Zheng Shaoyang planned to buy a pair of sports shoes, but this guy was too picky and didn't like it after walking on the pedestrian street for two hours.

When it was dark, we found a night market stall and planned to go back to school after dinner.

This kind of night market stall is not visible during the day, and it will not be temporarily operated on the roadside after dark.

Each of them ordered a side dish, asked for a few bottles of beer, and then sat at the table to drink. Although Zheng Shaoyang and his cousin didn't know each other before, they quickly found a common language - computer games through a day's contact. The two of them talked endlessly about the game content, completely putting me aside.

The three of us were having fun, and a few young men came next to us. One of them had long hair on his head and dyed yellow, and suddenly looked exactly like Ah Huang's tail. The other was wearing a T-shirt and his arms showed bright tattoos.

But the tattoo is vague. This man is as thin as a pole, and the tiger has become a sick tiger.

There was also a man wearing large black sunglasses, and the perfume on his body felt so scented a few meters away.

In short, none of these people dressed normally, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they were hooligans.

The people ordered a large table of dishes in a mess and started shouting.

After drinking and eating, the yellow-haired leader slapped his mouth and shouted to the boss carelessly: "Master, please write it on the account. Let's settle it together when you come back later."

I let out a slight sigh. These people didn't even ask about the price, and they said what to count together next time, not to mention that they didn't even leave their names, and they were clearly eating a tycoon meal.

Zheng Shaoyang also noticed the abnormality on the other side and immediately put down the beer bottle in his hand and made a sound.

When the yellow-haired saw us, he whistled proudly, obviously not taking us a few of them seriously.

"This...this...this...small business, you always do this...it can't be done," said the middle-aged man who was a chef. The honest woman next to him should be his wife, and he also had begging in his eyes at this moment.

"What, I'm afraid we won't give the money?" the man in sunglasses shouted.

"No, no." The chef's hands were trembling, a trace of blood flashed in his eyes, and he accidentally turned to the kitchen knife next to him.

He wanted to do it! My keen senses sensed it, and the chef wanted to pick up the kitchen knife.

The rabbit bites people even if it is anxious. Even the honest man can't help but be provoked one after another. From his words just now, it can be seen that this is not the first time these people have eaten a tycoon meal.

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