Chen Ming tidied up his clothes, came to the altar, took out three incense sticks and lit them, bowed three times, and then inserted them into the incense burner.

"Father, mother, I'm out! Today is my first year of high school..." He clasped his hands together and said slowly to a photo on the altar. Starting from being sensible, this is his habit.

It was almost seven o'clock, and he was not panicked. Today he had already gotten up at five o'clock and exercised in the playground for more than an hour. He had persisted in this habit for three years, or to be precise, it should be two years and three months.

Around six o'clock, he had breakfast, came back and took a simple shower, and then changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

After leaving the dormitory and coming to the playground again, a large number of students have begun to come to school. There are many students like him, but more are still day students.

Today is the first day of school. It can be said that no one knows anyone in the first year of high school. The second and third year of high school students are obviously met, or have made an appointment to go to school together.

"It's completely different from the time of five o'clock..." Chen Ming whispered. When he came to exercise at around five o'clock, it was dark and quiet here, and the atmosphere was actually very uncomfortable.

It was almost around six o'clock, and people came down one after another, and most of them practiced for about half an hour in the morning. Just look at the running posture and the intensity of their exercises, Chen Ming knew very well that they were with him.

"Here..." I arrived in front of the classroom of Class 1 and 3. I came to recognize the classroom when I was registering for school the day before yesterday.

Before the first time the seat is assigned, students can choose their own position. Chen Ming did not want to attract too many people's attention, so he chose a position that is far behind. In fact, a lot of things can be seen through the allocation of positions at this time.

Those who like to study choose a position in front of themselves so that they can better hear the teacher's lectures; those who don't want to show off and learn generally will choose a position in the middle, especially the first and fourth groups, and the position against the wall, which is rarely noticed by teachers.

In the end, the students who have a more casual personality and are not good at studying, or have to choose the students here because of their height. Basically, as long as the class does not affect other people's learning, the teacher will generally ignore this group of students.

"What's your name?" Chen Ming just sat down when his deskmate asked, "My name is Yang Simin!"

"Chen Ming!" Chen Ming nodded.

"In the next half semester, you and I will be classmates." Yang Simin smiled. He seemed to be a lively and talkative type. Moreover, he had a sense of maturity that other students did not have.

"Well..." Chen Ming knew what he meant, and began to divide the subjects into subjects in the second half of the semester, and the classes were divided into subjects according to the science and liberal arts. There were basically four classes in liberal arts, and the rest were all science classes.

"Everyone, be quiet!" A middle-aged female teacher walked in outside the door. She went straight to the podium, "My surname is Zheng, you can call me Teacher Zheng. In the next half semester, I will serve as the head teacher."

"Hello teacher!" the students responded one after another.

"Today is the first day of school. There are three main contents. One is to receive your textbooks; the second is to introduce yourself and temporarily select class cadres; then take a few classes and warm up." The class teacher nodded and said.

Then he moved away from his body, pointed to the books behind him, and continued: "Now, starting from the first set of tables, we will come up to collect your books one after another!"

Chen Ming was the last in the second group, so he naturally had to wait until everyone in front of him had taken the books before he could get up. He subconsciously looked at the end of the fourth group, the tall man who was 1.8 meters tall and his deskmate next to him. These two guys were a little unlucky and had to go up in the end.

Seeing his height, Chen Ming thought of Yang Xiong, who was his close friend. He was 1.7 meters tall at the age of twelve. Before he came to this city, Yang Xiong was already 1.9 meters tall. Many people said that he could definitely exceed two meters.

"It's up to us!" Yang Simin pushed him, and Chen Ming came to his senses. The two of them got up, went up to pick books, and then returned to their seats.

Basic Chinese, mathematics, English, and physics, chemistry, biology, politics, geography, history. People wonder if there will be music and art textbooks in class, as well as information technology that has almost never been exposed to before.

"I'll post the course schedule here, and you can copy it yourself later." Seeing that everyone had picked up the books one after another, they took out a course schedule and posted it next to the podium.

During this period, Chen Ming simply flipped through the textbook. The content was the same as what he previewed, and it was not difficult. He glanced at his deskmate from the corner of his eyes. He seemed to be flipping through the textbook, but his face was a little bitter - he couldn't understand the content of the textbook, especially in mathematics and English, physics and chemistry were like reading a heavenly book.

"High school...it's just like that..." Yang Simin put down the book in her hand, "I can't learn anything at all..."

If you can't learn it, or can't learn it? Chen Ming wanted to complain, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't say it out.

A very clichéd self-introduction session starts from the first table and introduces it one by one. The first one will basically actively introduce your name, preferences and goals, and greet your classmates enthusiastically; the middle one will basically just report a name and then say hello; the last one will basically report a name and sit down.

"Chen Ming, you are from Xujia Village, Fengyang Town, please give me some advice!" Chen Ming stood up, not very enthusiastic, nor very cold, just introduced his identity calmly, and then sat down.

"Puchi..." There was a small laugh that was heard from somewhere, and others could hardly hear it, but he could hear it very clearly. However, he was not surprised that discriminating against rural people is not a rare thing.

Anyway, I just spent half a semester with my classmates... Chen Ming didn't care. After half a semester, everyone would be disbanded. The friendship that was established would become alienated due to the relationship between the class division.

"Where is that Fengyang Town?" Yang Simin asked curiously.

"Jiangxi." Chen Ming replied.

"You can hear your accent, not like the ones over there." Yang Simin replied.

"I have lived here for more than two years and have a little accent here." Chen Ming nodded. In fact, before he came here, Senior Sister Wang told him that it is best to speak here with accent here when he comes to this big city, and it is best to pretend to be a local.

Chen Ming nodded. He knew very well that big cities were actually xenophobic. If you want to live well here, you must find a way to become a "local person" here. Whether you like it or not, this is life.

"Come here to go to school?" Yang Simin thought of this at the first time.

"Well...yes, I studied in a place called "Five Tigers Private School" for three years." Chen Ming nodded. Then he found that after he finished speaking, about three classmates had trembling slightly. Obviously, they were both people there.

"This name is domineering, but why haven't I heard of it?" Yang Simin was a little excited. Generally, other private schools are names like "Yucai", "Yinghua" and "Wenqu". The name Wuhu sounds domineering.

"Well, it's a civil and military school, and this year it has been changed to the Five Tiger Vocational High School." Chen Ming replied, "Many of my classmates stayed there to study. I came here because I heard that the education level here is higher."

Although vocational high schools also offer basic courses, the focus is on learning technology. After graduation, they get a high school diploma and then start looking for a job. They rarely take the college entrance examination again. At most, they also take the "Vocational College Entrance Examination for Students of Three Schools" and take a college entrance examination.

With Chen Ming's ideals and goals, he must study in a more professional and elite environment. No. 1 Middle School is the first choice, but his nature is quite special and he can only take the third Middle School.

This school is also a key middle school. Unlike No. 1 and No. 1 Middle School, it is the only school that has something to do with martial arts. Basically, more than 30% of the students here are disciples from various sects, and they are mainly disciples who follow the literary line.

"You shouldn't sit here..." Yang Simin slapped her mouth for a while and then said these seven words.

"No one should be born to sit here." Chen Ming replied, then pointed to the first row, "including there too!"

"You and I are not the same person." Yang Simin shook her head.

From the beginning, we were destined to be a member of the same generation. Chen Ming silently recited in his heart that there were only three people in this class who were the same generation as him.

In a blink of an eye, everyone has already introduced themselves. When choosing a class cadre, it is not a purely voluntary principle. The class teacher directly clicked the names of three students and then directly appointed them as class cadres.

It includes a class monitor, a study committee member, a discipline committee member and a labor committee member. It is called this temporary arrangement and will be changed after the basic examination.

"The head teacher knows these three students, and I'm afraid they have taught in junior high school." Yang Simin whispered.

"Oh..." Chen Ming nodded. There was nothing strange about this. There were students like him who had transferred to the first year of high school, and naturally there were students who had been promoted from the first year of junior high school.

The remaining deputy class monitors and sports committee members are not very important, so the students choose themselves, and in fact, it depends more on who is willing to raise his hand to hold this position.

"Don't you raise your hand?" Yang Simin looked at Chen Ming.

"I just plan to study hard, not to waste time on this." Chen Ming shook his head.

"That's right..." Yang Simin smiled, not continuing the topic.

"Although our school is also a key middle school, it is slightly different from the No. 1 and No. 2 Middle School..." Seeing that the class cadres were selected, the class teacher looked at the students in the class before the get out of class was over, "The policy of our school is to learn both culture and sports. I believe that many students who have been promoted from junior high school have already understood this very well, so I will only say this once."

He paused and continued: "There are many clubs in the school, and there are usually only two classes in the afternoon, that is, school will end at 4:00. From 5:30 to 5:00, it is club time. There is no mandatory requirement, but I just hope everyone will sign up enthusiastically."

In other words, for members who go home directly after school, commonly known as the "Go Home Club", they can go back at four o'clock.

"Relatively speaking, because school is over at 4 pm, we have one less class time than other middle schools. With courses in various subjects, the learning progress will be very fast. I hope everyone is mentally prepared!" The head teacher emphasized that after all, this is the key point.

Academic performance affects the school's admission rate and evaluation, and also affects the teacher's evaluation and bonus. It would be strange if you are not valued.

"Yes!" The students responded one after another. In fact, they were all promoted from junior high school. A few other transfer schools had to follow them. It felt a bit strange if they didn't agree at this time.

"Then, take a break for ten minutes, and then come back and start formal class!" As the bell rang, the head teacher turned around and left the classroom after saying this. Ten minutes didn't take long, but she prefers to rest in the office, which is more free.

In front of students, you must be a serious, calm adult and an excellent teacher at any time. Only in the office can she be herself.

Yang Simin went out after class, probably to play. Chen Mingze went to the podium to check the course. With his memory, he could almost memorize it after reading it once.

"Meet it?" Before he knew it, three figures appeared behind him.

"Okay!" Chen Ming looked back and recognized that these were the three 'comrades and people', "Five Tigers, Chen Ming!"

"Lingxi, Su Rui." One of the thin boys replied first, "Looking back for a long time!"

"Shaolin, Wei Ning." Another shorter but stronger boy immediately introduced himself.

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao." The last gentle man introduced himself with a smile.

The names of the three people, and their previous self-introduction, were roughly known. The key was their origin: Su Rui came from the Lingxi Sect, a medium-sized sect in Guanzhong, and was attached to the Wuhu Sect; Wei Ning came from Shaolin, and should be a lay disciple; Xiao Yao came from the Xiaoyao Sect, and his father's generation should be the old sect, and his sense of belonging to the sect is reflected in Xiao Yao's name.

"Good luck!" Chen Ming nodded, "I hope we can live in peace in the next three years."

"Okay!" The three of them nodded, everyone came here to learn, not to fight. Having said that, the Third Middle School is actually a shrinking world. In it, no one can keep it alone?

Ten minutes didn't take long, and class time was soon reached. The head teacher appeared again, but at this moment she was already holding a Chinese book. It seemed that she was mainly responsible for the Chinese courses in Class 3.

The forty-minute course is not long or short. Chen Ming was listening carefully, but Yang Simin looked at the book with a very complicated expression. Finally, in the second class in the afternoon, the last class, he looked at Chen Ming: "The high school course is just like this, and I can't learn anything..."

"You mean..." Chen Ming looked at him in confusion.

"I don't plan to continue learning." Yang Simin smiled, smiling freely and freely. But Chen Ming saw bitterness deep in his eyes. Combined with his performance today, Chen Ming understood that he could not continue learning at all. The content of the textbook was like a heavenly book for him - he couldn't understand it and could not learn it. Even if he kept learning it, he was just a waste of time.

"I can give you a tutoring..." Chen Ming tried to say that he often gave Yang Xiong and others in the door.

"Forget it, I may not be born with learning material." Yang Simin wrote down his name on the desk, "If I leave, will you still remember me?"

"It was also the first day that I met you and I, which is a bit difficult." Chen Ming shook his head with a smile.

"That's right..." Yang Simin smiled, then stood up and left.

"Good peace of mind..." Chen Ming suddenly said, "I will never forget, even if it only takes one day, I am still a deskmate!"

Yang Simin smiled and walked out of the classroom silently. From the next day, Chen Ming never saw him again...
Chapter completed!