"At 10:15 p.m. Beijing time on March 25, 2002, China's Shenzhou III spacecraft was launched from Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center and successfully entered the predetermined orbit. The successful launch of Shenzhou III spacecraft is a milestone in the development history of China's aerospace industry and fully embodies the spirit of the Chinese nation's continuous self-improvement, It fully reflects the superiority of the socialist system in concentrating on major events, and fully proves that the Chinese people have the ambition and ability to stand tall among the nations of the world... "
Shen Dapeng lies on his desk bored, listening to the chatter of the Chinese teacher on the podium. His eyes occasionally sweep many adolescent boys and girls, who simply can't understand their sudden physical and psychological changes. Su Su Su's intention to find out about her health can only show that she is more sensible than her peers, but those who have problems and don't mention them in her heart, Instead, it will have a great chance to cause mental illness.
The bell rang on time after class, accompanied by the wailing of a large number of students, which was enough to prove the difficulty of the proposition of "Shenzhou III". At least without preparation, letting these students who knew little about national affairs talk about their feelings was tantamount to watching Beijing Opera without drama at all.
"Shen Dapeng, what are you? Only wrote his own name, not even the title of the composition? Aren't you serious? "
The Chinese teacher showed displeasure and patted the blank composition paper in his hand.
"Teacher, I didn't watch the news. I won't. I'll check the information and give it to you."
"Hiss, Shen Dapeng, this is the teacher's in class examination. You can make up for it, but the upcoming college entrance examination can only have one chance. If you hand in the blank paper, no one will give you another chance."
Qian Xiaohao deliberately shook the dense composition paper in his hand, showing off.
Shen Dapeng only glanced at Qian Xiaohao's provocation, didn't care at all, and didn't even have the desire to say one more word to him.
Suddenly thought of something, he picked up his pen and wrote a note, "the choice of the mind", folded it twice at will, got up, walked to Cao Mengyuan, put it on her desk, smiled, turned and left.
Cao Mengyuan did not ask, but carefully opened the note. When she saw the five big characters, her face stiffened and her eyebrows frowned. What does Shen Dapeng mean by writing this note? Are you suggesting that it's time to make a choice? Did you choose to be with Huang Bin? Or?
"The choice of the soul..."
Cao Mengyuan repeatedly murmured, can not help but seriously, Huang Bin's behavior really disgusts her, but after all, the marriage agreement between the two people has been decided by the family. Since it has reached this step today, does she have the room and opportunity to choose again according to her heart?
She also knew that the family felt that letting her marry Huang Bin was nothing more than the economic strength of the Huang family in the capital. If there was a family more powerful than the Huang family, I was afraid that the family would promise her to others.
It cannot be denied that Shen Dapeng is excellent enough among his peers, even compared with some adults who have experienced the world, but can he reach the height comparable to the Huang family?
If you can't reach it, how can the elders in the family agree to marry a hairy boy without strength and background?
Cao Mengyuan's wishful thinking about her sad eyebrows here. If Shen Dapeng knew it, she would certainly laugh at her. Such a smart girl is also stupid. These five words are just a composition topic. Of course, they are not an ordinary composition topic, but a composition topic that can change the fate of countless candidates in the college entrance examination in 2002.
The food factory has resumed normal production. Under the coordination of Xia Ming, chairman of the trade union, the workers have performed well recently. Although they are not adapted to the new rules and regulations, they are also trying to adapt.
The four old Xu people who stole drinks also obediently paid a ten fold fine. Even if they were still unconvinced, they could only admit that they didn't squat in the shift room in order to keep their job. A month's salary was better than losing their job. As for those workers who made trouble with them, they were also symbolically fined 100 yuan as an example.
In the conference room of the food factory, my aunt, Wang Yuying, Shen Dapeng, Li Zeyu and sun dafaozi were listed one by one. Xia Ming carefully introduced the recent situation of the workers.
"Mr. Liu and Mr. Wang, this is almost the case. In short, the workers are working hard and the output has been greatly improved. I believe that over time, everyone will love our factory more."
Xia Ming's expression and tone are not too flattering, but they are also mixed with a little kindness. It can be clearly detected from the smile that has not disappeared on his face.