Chapter 503

The Chinese teacher of class one is a young woman, surnamed Chi. In this age when the average person is big and tall, the height of the Chinese teacher is 1.7 meters, which is already petite. The petite Chi teacher is accompanied by a robot carrying bags. It can be seen that she is enjoying shopping time.

Standing under the big sign of the Internet bar, Zhou Ping's eyes are opposite those of teacher Chi who looks around. She used to be very relaxed and in a state of amusement. But when she saw Zhou Ping, her eyes immediately became cold.

"Zhou Ping, what's the matter?"?! What are you doing in the Internet bar? "

Zhou Ping's face does not change, "do homework, check information, go to the Internet bar is more convenient. Is Miss Chi shopping today? "

"Yes, have you finished your homework?"

"Almost." Zhou Ping touched the back of his head honestly.

Chi's face eased down, and he chatted in a friendly voice for a while, "now there are many bad young people in the Internet cafes, you don't want to learn from them, those people from other schools, you don't want to associate with them, do you know?"

Zhou Ping was moved, "thank you, teacher. I know, I know for sure."

"Well, well, it's time for you to go back to school. Don't be late for self-study."

"Goodbye, teacher."

Zhou Ping is smiling sunny and cheerful. A kind of care between teachers and students makes him very warm. This warmth has lasted for three stops. After getting off the bus, he looks at the gloomy sky. The weather in Jiangnan is really annoying. At noon, the sun can still shake his eyes. Now it means rain.

He got into the local restaurant by the side of the road. The cook was a real person, which was very rare. He asked for a bowl of noodles with shredded pork and vegetables. Seeing that there was stewed cooked food in the counter, it was oily and bright. He wanted a full chicken leg in the noodles. The skin of the chicken was wrinkled at the root, and the beautiful muscles could be seen at a glance. Zhou Ping thought to himself that the chicken must have been a good chicken.

The total cost is seven yuan. In other words, the processing fee is expensive. If the cook is a robot, the bowl of noodles costs less than three yuan, and the cost is negligible. It is said that the food in the welfare home is also very good, which is due to the developed productivity of modern society.

Zhou Ping is eating this bowl of shredded pork and green vegetables noodles with chicken legs. When it comes to taste, a real cook is not as good as a machine cook. In other words, his bowl of noodles is not necessarily better than the food in the welfare home.

Seven yuan of money is spent on labor. What he pursues is a kind of homely atmosphere. Knowing that this face is really made by human beings, he can see it at a glance in the kitchen.

It's said that the rich can spend tens of thousands of yuan on a meal, which is for cooks. It's just right to watch them turn the ingredients into food step by step. The whole process is filmed and edited into exquisite videos, which can be used for cooking.

When did eating become a show?

Zhou Ping doesn't know what people used to ask for when they spent money on food, but his seven yuan today is really for service. To see others busy for you, especially have a sense of despicable superiority. He guessed that the cook's social letter was only level two, even level one.

In fact, when he wanted to add chicken legs to his noodles, he thought of his mother. Although he could make video calls every week, he didn't see her real person for a long time and didn't come back to his home. The familiar environment and people were not there. Only one chicken leg could wake up Zhou Ping's memory of his mother.

Mother said, to study hard, she is very hard.

When Zhou Ping thought of this, he felt warm again. How great his mother was. He didn't study for the rise of China. He wanted to study for his family and for their future happiness. He wanted to study and become a man.

This kind of warm mood lasted for a period of time. When he finished eating noodles and chewed the chicken leg clean, he went to the next supermarket to pick up a bottle of orange flavored bubble water, gududu drank most of the bottle, belched, and the rain came slowly in the sky. It was slightly cool. Zhou Ping pulled up his hood, and the rain fell down the surface of the clothes, without wetting the boy under the clothes.

Back at school, Zhou Ping went to the classroom to get textbooks and exercises, and then went to the self-study room. At 6:03, someone was already studying here.

Zhou Ping studied very hard for a while, and solved the assignments of various subjects one by one in the order from easy to difficult. Finally, he fell on the math problem, a conic curve, and worked out it for half an hour. If he couldn't work it out, his breath immediately let out.

After thinking about it, he found out the student's tablet and began to read some selected extracurricular books.

He read several beautiful essays in the National Youth magazine, followed by praising the natural beauty and criticizing the rampant anti intellectualism, but he was still not satisfied. Zhou Ping has a favorite author, whose articles can't be found in the latest issue. The pseudonym of that man is very strange. His name is fufeihai. Zhou Ping knows that fufeihai is a traditional dried fish in the south of the Yangtze River. He once ate it. Fuyintongxiang, so to speak, fufeihai actually wants to fly.

In fact, this gentleman's article is not good-looking. When Zhou Ping read this author's introduction, he saw that he had written some literature, but he was not famous at all.

This year's author, is indeed a relatively high-risk occupation, can be as stable as this gentleman, very rare.

Zhou Ping likes the short stories of he Feihai. The author will describe some magical and surreal scenes, especially some cyberpunk literature. He is particularly impressed by one of them. It is about a rich woman falling in love with a poor boy in a slum. They together frustrate the plot of artificial intelligence. Finally, the rich woman marries a rich boy, and the poor boy is convicted of damaging the public property of the country He hanged himself in prison.Zhou Ping thinks that if you change the ending of the work, maybe you can sell it better than now.

If we say that people in the world have had enough of tragedies, it will be more sad if we don't see comedy in literature.

Zhou Ping turned to the previous period and found an article about he Feihai. After reading a tragedy, he tasted it carefully for a while and suddenly felt tired.

Muddle through to the end of the evening study, he returned to the dormitory, friends asked him, how was it?

He said it was cool.

His friends also advised him not to go these few months, and the limelight was tight.

Zhou Ping agreed, but when he arrived at his own Zhou Ping, he was caught by the head teacher in the Internet bar.

The head teacher slapped him in the face of so many people in the Internet cafes, and some people took their mobile phones to secretly record. I believe it won't be long before I can see the picture of myself being slapped on the forum.

What a shame.

Zhou Ping was suspended from classes for a week and reflected at home.

His father asked him if he still wanted to learn. If he didn't want to learn, he went to find a job.

When he became a welfare worker, his life was over. Zhou Ping was scared. He swore to repent and called the head teacher three times a day.

Finally, he was able to return to school.

Shame forced him to study, but this feeling dissipated quickly in the comfortable campus life.

Even faster, several of his brothers and sisters have found new Internet places, safe and hidden.

In the end, nothing has changed.

Until the day when the youth mode fixed the loophole in the simulation module, it was a "Zhou Ping" in the third day of junior high school.

Zhou Ping is lost.

Strangely enough, he was still in the top class when he was addicted to the game. Instead of the game, he was brushed down. The day he left, the head teacher shook his head and sneered at him.