Tuesday, September 9th, morning.

The half-hour long class break ended, the preparatory bell for eye exercises rang, and Shang Caiwei walked out of the office.

She was wearing a white jacket and jeans, fresh and no makeup, and her long and fine hair covered her small face, giving her a simple and youthful atmosphere.

Although it was time for eye exercises, Class 8, Grade 2, was dancing wildly.

Wu Xiaoqi was in the corridor outside the classroom. The basketball was bouncing around and around his crotch. He picked up the basketball, made a tiger leap, and turned around to shoot.

Wang Longlong in the classroom eats steamed dumplings.

Shan Xiao tossed a coin.

Cui Yu was browsing silicone dolls on the Internet. Because he didn't watch the movie, his former eldest brother Duan Shigang decided to make a living on his own and created Baidu Cloud Disk, which he is currently studying.

During this time, Shang Caiwei walked into the classroom without attracting anyone's attention.

In the whole class, there are very few students who do eye exercises, Bai Yuxia is one of them, and Dong Qingfeng is also one.

After the eye exercises, Gao Heshuai did not enter the class immediately, which made the classmates very happy. The monitor, Xin Youling, could not make up his mind and failed to manage discipline.

Dong Qingfeng turned to chat with Shen Qing'e and Jiang Yanan: "Evergreen Liquid was on TV yesterday."

Jiang Yanan: "Again?"

Dong Qingfeng glanced outside first to prevent any teachers from paying attention. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo: "See hot searches."

Jiang Yanan quickly looked up, and Shen Qing'e also stared at it. The first hot search item was 'iphone6 ​​released.'

The second item is "Eternal Eyes", which is much more popular than the third place, a certain hurdler getting married.

"Eye always green..." Shen Qing'e thought, and she guessed: "It doesn't have something to do with the eyes, right?"

Dong Qingfeng looked excited: "Yes, I heard it can cure myopia!"

"Cure myopia?" Song Sheng next to him cast a look.

He is 70 to 80 degrees myopic. Although he does not need to wear glasses, his eyesight is obviously not as good as before. If Changqing Liquid develops a product to treat myopia, he will be the first to try it.

Song Sheng often watches various martial arts action movies and yearns for them very much. If he puts on his eyes and fights with people in the future, wouldn't it be a huge weakness?

Dong Qingfeng: "I heard that new technology has been adopted. I believe in the level of Changqing Liquid. In the field of hair loss before, they said they could conquer it. It's like a miracle."

Dong Qingfeng had an uncle who was bald. It wasn't until that uncle came to his house for dinner with a head of black hair that completely broke Dong Qingfeng's unique impression of him.

Shen Qing'e: "There must be no problem with technology. Isn't our English teacher Chen Haiyang an example?"

"It's just that the price is probably not cheap, right?" she was curious.

Dong Qingfeng: "There was some gossip on the Internet yesterday. The price of Mu Changqing is estimated to be about the same as that of Changqing Liquid."

Jiang Yanan was surprised: "Ordinary people can't afford it, right? Why do they sell it so expensively?"

Song Sheng said coldly: "They have no intention of selling it to ordinary people."

Jiang Yanan: "Why not sell it cheaper, such as ten yuan a bottle, so that everyone benefits? Just like Coke, you can make a lot of money, right?"

Dong Qingfeng shook his head: "Coke can be drunk by individuals, and they can drink many bottles every month, but Changqing Liquid is different. It targets a specific group, the scope is different, and the number of people is too small."

After hearing this, Jiang Yanan thought for a while: "It seems like this. If you sell it cheaply, you will lose money."

Dong Qingfeng: "For example, the newly released iPhone 6. You know the price of the Redmi phone is 699 yuan, and the iPhone 6plus is ten times that price. If the iPhone 6 sells for 699 yuan, there may be no iPhone 7 in the future."

"99% of the wealth in the world is concentrated in the hands of 1% of the people. If you can take money from them, it will definitely be better than ordinary people." Dong Qingfeng said.

Shen Qing'e concluded: "Evergreen Liquid does not make money for the poor."

After Song Sheng heard this, a look of pride appeared on his face: "Qingfeng, I don't agree with your point of view."

Dong Qingfeng: "Huh?"

Song Sheng said: "In fact, 120% of the wealth in this world is in the hands of 1% of people. The extra 20% of wealth is the liability of 99% of the poor."

Dong Qingfeng was stunned. For a moment, he actually felt that Song Sheng's words were quite reasonable.

…

The atmosphere among several people chatting was generally pleasant, until Gao Heshuai stepped into the class, and the whole classroom was silent for him.

Gao Heshuai went straight to the point: "Ahem, let's go to class."

Following his voice, the students calmed down and began to concentrate on the course.

Compared with other teachers, Gao Heshuai is the teacher who likes to ask questions the most. When he talks about new question types, he will look at the entire classroom with his cow-like eyes.

At this time, the students who were pretending to raise their heads to listen to the lecture suddenly had evasive eyes and a contemplative expression on their faces. In short, they hoped that Gao Heshuai would not ask him questions.

Gao Heshuai glanced across the class. The students' backs were all numb, as if they were being executed.

Gao Heshuai shouted: "Cui Yu."

The other students felt relieved and felt lucky to have escaped disaster.

When Cui Yu heard this, he cursed in his heart. He didn't want to be asked questions. Once he asked questions, he would stand in the back.

In the blink of an eye, he figured out a way to escape. He covered his chest, a look of pain appeared on his face, his facial features tightened, it was so uncomfortable!

"Cui Yu, why don't you get up and answer the question?"

Cui Yu pretended to be sick and was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Meng Gui covered for him: "Teacher, last night Cui Yu took a bath with cold water at home and accidentally caught a fever. Look at how uncomfortable he is."

Wang Longlong in the back row sang: "Cui Yu's spirit of attending classes despite being sick not only inspired us students, but also planted the spirit of hard work, seriousness and love in our hearts. As the saying goes..."

Gao Heshuai had veins popping on his forehead: "Shut up!"

Wang Longlong: "Okay!"

Gao Heshuai glanced at Cui Yu again: "Well, if you have a fever, take some medicine. You don't have to answer."

Meng Gui gave Cui Yu a look that meant, 'Brother, please do your best, right?'

Cui Yu, 'As expected, my brother Meng is so awesome.'

When the two of them were secretly happy, Gao Heshuai stood on the podium and shouted with a loud voice: "Since Cui Yu is sick, let Meng Gui answer the question."

Meng Gui: "?"

After Cui Yu heard this, he naturally would not sit back and watch his good brother behind bars. He struggled to hold on to the desk, propped up his body, and rescued him:

"Teacher Gao, Meng Gui ate half a large leftover watermelon last night and fell ill too."

Gao Heshuai looked ugly, and he said in a calm tone: "I think his face is quite normal."

Cui Yu gave Meng Gui a look, hinting that he was about to pretend to be sick.

But Meng Gui had his own plan. He knew it was too late to pretend to be sick, so he did the opposite and spoke righteously:

"Illness will not defeat me, but will make me stronger!"

…

After class, Meng Gui's career as a guard was over. He rubbed his legs and returned to his seat.

Wang Longlong sang from behind: "Later, Xiao Guizi finally learned how to quibble, and Fatty Gao had already disappeared into the sea of ​​people."

Meng Ziyun looked at them and thought to herself: "Are there too many weirdos in the new class?"

South side of the classroom.

At normal times, Shang Caiwei would never leave the classroom if nothing happened. Her deskmate went out. When Chen Siyu saw it, he ran to her and sat down next to her.

"Caiwei." Chen Siyu took the initiative to say hello.

"Ah?" Shang Caiwei felt very sudden.

Bai Yuxia looked at the two women. Although they had been seated separately for almost 10 days, she and Shang Caiwei had not had a single conversation.

Chen Siyu asked: "I went to the office today and saw you typing in front of the computer. You typed so fast. It seemed like you were still typing by touch. How did you practice?"

For high school students, touch typing with a keyboard is a relatively cool skill. Not to mention high school students, even many college students find it difficult to do it.

Only by entering society and working in an office can you master this skill.

Shang Caiwei held her hands together and twisted unnaturally. She said, "Just practice more and it will be fine."

Chen Siyu: "Are there any practice techniques?"

"I type a lot." Shang Caiwei's voice was very low.

Bai Yuxia at the back table said: "I remembered an interesting thing about typing."

Chen Siyu: "You say it, you say it."

"My grandpa retired some time ago. My dad was afraid that he would be bored, so he bought him an iPad and installed chess software. Grandpa rarely chatted with people online before. This weekend, my parents and I went to eat with him, and we saw

My grandpa typed very fast."

Chen Siyu: "Why did the old man suddenly learn to type?"

Bai Yuxia's pretty face was slightly weird: "Grandpa said that when playing chess, the opponent often scolds him, and he has to scold him back."

Chen Siyu: "Ah?"
To be continued...