Chapter 157: The 17th Middle School

Zhou Peng was wearing a gray cotton shirt, straight pants and Nike sneakers, standing in the sunny way on the main road of Henan Nan Second Ring Road, looking at the vehicles coming and going on the street, holding a cup of soy milk and fried dough sticks wrapped in meal paper in his hand, which was a very simple breakfast.

He still carried a Fisvin SLR camera he bought in Hong Kong. This was not his intentional display. Although the journey from Tonghua County to Yulin City is not far, his parents obviously had a long-cherished taste if they wanted to come. It would be a bit regretful if they didn't take a few photos to memorize. In addition, it was a newly bought SLR, and even if they returned from rebirth, Zhou Peng still couldn't stop having a strong interest in the legendary expensive Fisvin SLR camera.

On the sidewalk were walking one after another with office workers carrying shoulder bags, and middle school students wearing different school uniforms in groups of three or three. When Zhou Peng walked off the taxi, he saw a crowded crowd on a bus not far away. While sighing that he was not frugal, he was still walking on the side of the road, eating in the morning, while holding the camera in one hand, leaving some traces on the streets and alleys of Yulin City.

Some people began to pay attention to the appearance of this boy, his dry temperament and handsome face. He was at the age of youth, which made everyone's eyes a little dazed, and it seemed that he had found his former figure from this boy.

The magnificent buildings of No. 17 Middle School can be seen from a distance.

Zhou Peng walked along the way and felt very moved that Yulin City did not have the compactness and tranquility of Tonghua County. Because even in the early morning, what there was only the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, the open and bright topped his head, and there was no interlaced wires like Tonghua County. What continued to extend in his vision was reinforced concrete with a prosperous atmosphere.

Although Yulin City in her previous life was not as good as Yizhou, the provincial capital of Southeast Province, because it was close to the coast, its future prosperity was also catching up with Yizhou on the days when it was getting farther and farther away.

This place is not like Tonghua County. The circles of all walks of life are so small that they don’t look down. You should know that there are nearly 60 or 70 ordinary middle schools in Yulin City, and the basic number of students is quite large. Compared with the only three high schools in Tonghua County, the prosperity and prosperity of Yulin City can be seen.

Among the several middle schools in Tonghua County, due to the narrow circle and dense information, things like Wang Lingfei, the school beauties of No. 1 Middle School, will be well known in the entire circle of middle school students in Tonghua County. However, in Yulin City, dozens of middle schools are scattered in various regions, and there are countless students. The circles of large and small are mixed together. Relatively speaking, only very outstanding people can stir up a thousand waves in one stone.

Being in this huge student base, the first thing you feel is your own insignificance.

This is how Zhou Peng feels now.

No.17 Middle School is the most famous middle school in Yulin City, and it is also a place where the top students are relatively concentrated. Countless parents are thrust into their heads and bloodshot and want to send their children to this school. If in Tonghua County, stepping into Tonghua No.1 Middle School is like stepping into the threshold of a university, then in Yulin City, stepping into the "first batch of national demonstration middle schools", No.17 Middle School is equivalent to stepping into the key universities in China.

Han Yuqiao studied at this school. This was the information Zhou Peng entrusted Zhao Xianggu to help him find out last night.

There are scattered students around, and this time is almost close to class time, and not many students staying outside the school. Not far away, two rows of boys and girls wearing school uniforms with red sleeves standing at the gate of the campus of No. 17 Middle School, as well as teachers on duty who are dressed rigorously, are checking whether the students entering the school are dressed neatly.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Peng stopped.

Although he knew the location of Han Yuqiao's school, Zhou Peng was very distracted. After all, Zhou Peng was not a student of No. 17 Middle School. If you want to enter No. 17 Middle School to meet Han Yuqiao, let alone whether Han Yuqiao would agree. Looking at the serious teacher on duty at the school gate, Zhou Peng felt that he might not even be able to pass this threshold.

"Zhou Peng?"

Things often go unexpectedly. Zhou Peng turned his head in surprise and saw a boy struggling to ride a bicycle, wearing a melon-covered hairstyle, and wearing a school uniform shouting at him.

Zhou Peng was stunned, then looked at the boy's school uniform and the clothes worn by the students around him. Zhou Peng's face suddenly showed joy, and he hurriedly walked forward, admiring and giving a thumbs up, "Long time no see, Wang Dali, last time I made an appointment to hear that you were in the city, but I didn't expect you to be in No. 17 Middle School, which is so big..."

Wang Dali's figure is much taller than before, and even his weight seems to have lost a lot. This reminded Zhou Peng of the nagging of the driver who had heard in a taxi before coming to No. 17 Middle School, "No. 17 Middle School is the best school for education in our city. However, I heard that the education of the school is too strict. Although many parents want their children to enter No. 17 Middle School, they are extremely reluctant to do so. It is said that the level of practice is too strong, and the daily homework volume is as high as three times that of other schools on average. In the education industry in Yulin City, there is a legend of "cemetery". Especially in recent years, students who have committed suicide due to pressure have occurred from time to time. Although the Ministry of Education has clearly enlightened, No. 17 Middle School has made high contributions. The admission rate of key universities every year is high, and no one cares about the true thoughts of dead students..."

According to the driver's nagging, Zhou Peng compared Wang Dali's appearance in front of him. Although Wang Dali's height reached about 1.78 meters, and his slightly obese figure tended to be healthy, his dark circles seemed to have been smeared with ink, like a sleepy panda. Even when he saw his old classmate Zhou Peng, he couldn't help but yawn.

Seeing the leopard through the pipe, Zhou Peng was also surprised by the competitive atmosphere of No. 17 Middle School.

"Oh, I'm going to die. The school life of No. 17 Middle School is not something that people live..."

Although that's the case, Wang Dali couldn't help but reveal a proud look on his face. He looked at Zhou Peng's casual dress and said, "But Zhou Peng, I've been here so early in the morning. Your family won't be moving to Yulin..."

Zhou Peng waved his hand, "This one doesn't have..."

"Hey, let's not talk now. Class will be held. If the time passes and the school does not allow it to enter the gate, then I will be in great danger. I won't say it for now..."

Looking at the increasingly loose group of students around him, Wang Dali also showed an urgent expression on his face. He greeted Zhou Peng and prepared to ride his bicycle to the school again.

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

It’s hard to meet an acquaintance, but it’s really unreasonable not to act as a microphone.

But when Zhou Peng said this, Wang Dali, who was about to step on the brakes, suddenly stopped. Turning his head, Wang Dali shouted in surprise, "Hey, hey, Han Yuqiao is a precious resource that our school cherishes. Zhou Peng, you didn't harm the school beauties Wang Lingfei when you were at No. 2 Middle School. Why did you want to run to No. 17 Middle School to harm our Miss Han?"

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