Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

( ), high-speed full-text online reading!

Yang Rui rested at home for two days before returning to school with two tins of canned food and a can of pickles on his back.

It happened to be noon when he arrived. As soon as he put down his things, he saw a group of dark people blocking in. Some stood on the window sill, some stood by the door, and some simply stood on the bed. The light in the room suddenly became much dimmer, as if there were dark clouds covering the top.

"What's wrong?" Yang Rui was taken aback, feeling like being blocked by a bad boy.

"Brother Rui is back."

"Hello, Brother Rui."

"Brother Rui has worked hard."

The greetings from the teenagers also made Yang Rui inexplicably recall the movies he watched before...or, it should be called the movies he watched "later"...

Cao Baoming separated the people in front with all his strength, squeezed in front of Yang Rui, and said with a chuckle: "Brother Rui, how are you playing at home? We all miss you to death."

"Your tone..." Yang Rui pointed at him, "Who gave me the nickname?"

"It's not a nickname, it's a respect for you." Cao Baoming smiled and handed over his notebook, and said, "The questions you gave us, everyone finds it useful after finishing it, and it's different from the exercises we did before. It feels good. However, some topics are understood, and some are not understood..."

"Just talk about the topic, there's no need to do that." Yang Rui pushed Cao Baoming away, and said seriously: "I organize this study group mainly to gather a group of like-minded people. If your ideas are the same as mine, I am willing." Help you improve as much as possible, if not, respecting me is also idle."

Everyone nodded and said, "We share the same goals with you."

"Same-mindedness is not just talking about it. I'm looking at you." Yang Rui's expected study group is not a study organization that ends after the college entrance examination. He hopes to extend the group for as long as possible. Therefore, he is not in a hurry to list his classmates and fellow countrymen as full members.

The others didn't know what Yang Rui was thinking at this time, but they still nodded in agreement.

Another pair of thick black arms came in through the slit, and then parted to the two sides, opening a path. This time it was Xu Jing, the burly woman who came in second in the math test.

"Eldest brother, don't stay in the dark room anymore, let's talk outside, the sisters are waiting.

"Xu Jing's voice was so high and bright that the trembling beams seemed to be shaking.

Wang Guohua took off his vest when he returned to his dormitory, so he quickly pulled it up and uploaded it, and said angrily, "Why did you get into the boys' dormitory?"

"Anyway, it's not about your ribs." Xu Jing said a little proudly: "If I don't come in, you will always bully the elder brother. What about the girls?"

"Can't you knock first?"

Xu Jing laughed: "Second senior brother, you are unreasonable. The outside is so blocked, what's the use of me knocking on the door."

"You have such a loud voice, shout out..." Wang Guohua said this, and suddenly realized that he had fallen into a pit, and hurriedly said, "Who is your second senior brother..."

"In our study group, Brother Rui is a well-deserved senior brother. You are an official team member. You are not the second senior brother. Who is the second senior brother?"

When Xu Jing said this, everyone burst into laughter and asked Wang Guohua to be the second senior brother.

After arguing for a while, Yang Rui was still surrounded and left the dormitory, and came under the big pagoda tree closest to the playground. Liu Shan and other girls had already been waiting there, and a set of tables, chairs and benches were also brought in.

Yang Rui looked around, and found that the number of students crowded here was already overcrowded, and it was still increasing.

There are currently 18 people in his study group. If there are more people, it cannot be said that they are onlookers, but they can only be called "believers" who are not pious.

Yang Rui had expected this kind of situation, smiled slightly, and talked about the topic on the spot.

Of course, what I'm talking about now is a topic that the group members don't quite understand.

Yang Rui first classified and underlined their questions, and then answered questions of different difficulty according to each person's different grades and directions.

However, he basically only talked about basic topics. Some difficult problems raised by students, he only picked two representative ones and talked about them, and ignored the rest.

This is the way of tutoring in small classes. Compared with tutoring teachers, the pressure is slightly greater. However, Yang Rui has been a gold medal tutor for several years, and it is more than enough to deal with dozens of students.

At the end of the lunch break, all the topics selected by Yang Rui were wiped out.

"Tell me about the difficult problem." A student shouted out.

Yang Rui shook his head, and said: "If you do the simple questions well and reach the passing mark, you can pass the college entrance examination. There is no need to talk about difficult problems now."

"I can't pass every subject." Many students nodded because of this. The foundation is a very mysterious thing.

Yang Rui insisted on his own way, but he couldn't force it.

He thought for a while and said, "Well, I'll copy a few basic training papers, and everyone will try to do it. If you want to pass the test, it's useless to do difficult problems. Doing more simple questions is the most efficient."

Hearing that there are more questions to do, everyone just nodded and stopped shaking their heads.

Liu Shan looked at Yang Rui with a strange expression: "Of course it's good to do more questions, but do you have so many papers?"

Yang Rui suddenly felt a little funny, not because of Liu Shan, but because of her words.

Twenty years later, when students see mountain-like exercise books, most of them want to cry. The students in this era are different again. Everyone is looking for questions everywhere, but they are depressed because they can't find the questions.

"As long as you are willing to do the questions, there are plenty of papers. I will copy the questions first, and I will print them out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow for everyone." Yang Rui stretched his waist and said with a smile: "Now let me go out."

Liu Shan hurriedly backed away to give up her position, and when Yang Rui passed by, she thought unhappily: Everyone formed a circle, why did they have to pass by me...

afternoon.

Yang Rui took the time to silently write several sets of math study booklets and hand them over to Wang Guohua and Cao Baoming, asking them to organize backup team members to print them out and distribute them.

Workbooks are in the form of unit-categorized exercises, just right for basic review.

Wang Guohua held the notebook that Yang Rui handed over to him in both hands, wishing he could put it in his arms, and at the same time said hesitantly: "If you're not from our team, give it to me too?"

"Ah, they are all classmates, what are you doing secretly?" Yang Rui's generosity was beyond their expectations.

Cao Baoming recalled his oath of joining the group, and couldn't help saying: "Since everyone is given questions and talks about questions whether they are added to the group or not, what is the use of our group?"

"Copying and giving lectures doesn't take a lot of effort, and it costs nothing to share with classmates, and it's not time to treat them differently."

"Copying and lecturing may not cost money, but mimeographing costs money. Paper costs money, ink also costs money, and you have to ask the teacher to borrow things." Wang Guohua said with a headache: "I printed papers for everyone for nothing, where did I get the money?" .

Yang Rui was stunned.

To be honest, he really couldn't afford the money to buy paper and ink.

Wang Guohua sighed, put away his notebook, and said: "Well, let me ask my classmates, if you want mimeographed papers, you can pay a few cents, and let's pool the money to print them together. If you don't want to pay, you can copy them yourself, okay?" ?”

Yang Rui nodded quickly and said "OK".

Wang Guohua got his instruction, and like a happy butler, he rushed to the whole school to urge this matter.

In China in the 1980s, there were no copiers and printers everywhere. Even after the new year, copiers and printers are also precious machines. However, the absence of modern copiers does not mean that copying can only be done with a pen. As early as the revolutionary base period, mimeograph was a magic weapon for written propaganda.

However, mimeographs are complicated to use. It requires a person to use a stylus to copy out the words and pictures to be printed on the wax paper. The stylus is heavy and hard, and the characters should be written smaller than the normal font. It is much more difficult to operate than a fountain pen, and the writing speed is much slower. For unskilled people, copying a page in twenty or thirty minutes is not too slow.

Wang Guohua called six people together, and it took a long time to copy the exercise book that Yang Ruimo had left on the wax paper, and then called for people to start brushing.

This is also a tiring job. Due to the backwardness of the economy, Xibao Middle School can't afford the legendary high-level mimeograph machine, not to mention the hand-cranked mimeograph machine. There is only a simple mimeograph roller, which requires mimeographs one by one, not to mention that it is easy to dirty hands. easily broken.

What's more troublesome is that the roller does not mean that it can be used immediately. It is an important asset of the school and must be borrowed from the principal.

There was no other way, Wang Guohua dragged Cao Baoming to find the principal Zhao Dannian.

Cao Baoming is better. Wang Guohua is from Xibao Town, a student who grew up listening to old man Zhao's horror legends, and in the few occasional contacts, he is afraid to speak.

Ask him for mimeograph rollers and inks? If Yang Rui hadn't given them such a tempting topic, Wang Guohua would rather die than enter the principal's office.

In the final analysis, the charm of the college entrance examination is too great, and the temptation is too strong.

Zhao Dannian's home is in the town, but he eats and lives in the school all year round. Therefore, the principal's office is also located in the teacher's dormitory area. There are two connected rooms in total. People live in the front office and the back, which is considered to be a bit more favorable than ordinary teachers.

Wang Guohua stood at the door, knocked on the door twice anxiously, and then shouted: "Report!"

After a long time, footsteps were heard from inside.

Wang Guohua put his feet together and didn't dare to move.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Dannian always greeted students with a smile. However, his smile has long been soured by various horror legends.

"We... want to borrow the mimeograph roller." Wang Guohua said with much hesitation.

Cao Baoming was careless, and seeing Zhao Dannian's smile on his face, he simply added: "There is still ink."

"The mimeograph roller, and the ink?" Zhao Dannian repeated with a smile.

Cao Baoming looked back at Wang Guohua, and said temporarily: "It would be better if there is more paper."

Wang Guohua's originally tense face was wrinkled. It's fine to use ink, and paper is needed, isn't it a bit overkill?

He looked forward nervously.

The principal smiled: "Show me what you want to print."

Wang Guohua could only take it out and said, "It's just some papers."

"Where did it come from?" The headmaster opened it and looked at it.

"It's...Yang Rui brought it."

"Yang Rui?"

"It's a student in our class." Until the college entrance examination, Yang Rui showed no sense of presence, and the principal would not know him.

Zhao Dannian let out a "huh", his eyes fell on the paper, and he didn't even look at Wang Guohua.

This made Wang Guohua heave a sigh of relief.

"Where did Yang Rui get the paper?" Zhao Dannian asked suddenly. He has been the principal of a middle school for twenty years. He has a good eye and feels fresh when he sees the papers. Although there are exercises for classifying exercises, the way of classifying them is different.

Wang Guohua whispered: "It should be bought from the county."

"The Xinhua Bookstore in the county only has a few sets of math papers. Why have I never seen them before?"

"That might be the Xinhua Bookstore in the provincial capital."

"Impossible." Zhao Dannian said decisively, "I only went to the Hedong Education Department last month."

Wang Guohua was speechless.

Zhao Dannian scanned all the test papers, groaning silently.

People in the era believed in authority. They believed that the central government was right, that the government was good, that books told the truth, and that those who wrote textbooks were educated scholars. In Zhao Dannian's view, this paper was said to be obtained by Yang Rui. It was obviously very fresh and high-end. Experts in Hedong Province, he couldn't be more familiar with it. After thinking about it, there is no such person.

You can't take it lightly, don't tell me where the school got the internal textbooks from?

There is no enemy, but you will suffer.

Could it be related to Yang Rui's exaggerated grades?

Thinking of this, Zhao Dannian immediately asked, "What about the rest?"

"That's all." Wang Guohua said softly.

Could it be that it is not finished?

Zhao Dannian returned the paper to Wang Guohua calmly, and said, "Give me another copy of the printed paper."

He was going to use his relationship to find someone to ask. Now that there is mathematics, there must be other subjects such as Chinese and physics. It is a big job to do a new classification of all knowledge points, no matter what, it needs a special office to complete it, and hiding it is not easy.

Wang Guohua breathed a sigh of relief: "You mean, we can use mimeograph rollers?"

"Well, I'll give you the keys, and put them in the window when they're used up."

"Can ink be used too?" Cao Baoming was unwilling to spend money if he could do it.

Zhao Dannian said "Yes", and said, "It can also be used."

"The paper can also be used?" Cao Baoming asked again, Wang Guohua couldn't stop it, and jumped anxiously.

Zhao Dannian didn't expect such a thick-skinned student in his school, so he smiled and said, "I'll give you two knives."

Wang Guohua was really afraid of what Cao Baoming would say, so he dragged Cao Baoming away while thanking him.

...