Chemistry teacher Zhuang Musheng is a very serious tall man and has the strictest requirements for students. He often punishes students for copying element tables or whip the palms and spine with bamboo boards.

There is no such thing as corporal punishment prohibited in these days. Even if parents don’t say “You can beat me at will”, after the teacher beat me at will, parents will only make up for a fat beating at home.

Therefore, even the old students who returned to the class were a little nervous when they arrived in chemistry class.

However, today, Zhuang Musheng smiled from the beginning of entering the door. He lit a cigarette affectionately. He first chatted with several classmates in the front row for a while before he said in Mandarin with a strong local accent: "Then what, let's start handing out the papers."

The students below sat straight, and several smokers near the podium were breathing in the dissipating smoke.

The scene couldn't be more harmonious.

Zhuang Musheng slowly untied the line tied to the paper, slowly unfolded the test paper, and then turned out the first one. After reading it carefully, he said, "Student Yang Rui, 100 points, everyone applauds."

Sparse applause accompanied by various unbelievable gazes.

Zhuang Musheng didn't care what the students below thought, and he laughed on the stage and said, "Put Yang Rui's papers here first. Class monitor, please send the papers of other students."

Seeing that Liu Shan took away all the papers, Zhuang Musheng took his eyes, pinched a piece of chalk, and said, "Let's look at the last question in the chemistry paper first. The question on this question is actually a bit problematic. I also read the answers of Yang Rui before I noticed, come on, Yang Rui, come up and tell you..."

"In fact, it's just that the chemical formulas don't match very well. There is no need for ammonia here. It's appropriate to change it a little." Yang Rui's mental age is almost 30 years old, and he is too lazy to talk about the omissions of the chemistry teacher. He overwhelmed the wrong questions in just a few simple sentences, and then he only talked about the answers and did not talk about the mistakes.

A smart student will know that the problem in the last question is not that simple, and if he does not change it, the question will not be able to be done at all.

What does this mean? It means that Yang Rui answered the questions in real terms.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a mistake to copy the standard answer?

After the class monitor Liu Shan finished the paper, she sat in her position and calculated silently: if the math, physics and chemistry are all full, they will have 320 points, plus the 87 points in English, the published score is now 407 points, which can be traced to the edge of a book. If you include the unpublished Chinese language, as well as the politics and biology that have not been tested, wouldn’t you go to any university where you want to go?

Many things cannot stand the calculation.

I originally thought it was full of exaggeration, but after doing this, I calculated the real future.

One book?

Liu Shan would occasionally dream about it, but never see anyone around him really do it.

Hu Yanshan's glass heart was broken, and his mouth was so dry that it could not be opened. It was already deceiving himself to say that Yang Rui was only good at mathematics and physics. Now he couldn't even deceive himself, which made him envious and jealous of Yang Rui.

On stage.

Yang Rui finished the last question in a few words, smiled as usual, and said, "Students who want to join the study group can hand over the written application to Wang Guohua, and everyone will be notified within one week of the examination results."

Zhuang Musheng seemed very satisfied with listening on the stage and nodded, "It is a good thing to share with his classmates. Well, we must strengthen our chemistry learning in the future."

After saying that, he began to follow the first question.

The classmates in the class were not as happy as they listened, and they were talking about Yang Rui in a low voice.

Almost overnight changes, everyone saw them and envied them in their hearts.

Yang Rui sat back quietly and didn't listen to the class very much, so he copied and wrote on his notebook.

Wang Guohua looked strange and asked softly: "What are you doing?"

"Stuff a little bit to buy meat." Yang Rui sighed, looking desolate.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, the survey exam is over now, and the study group will take one or two weeks to recruit people. In the past two days, I will write some articles to the magazine. After collecting the royalties, I will eat meat together." Yang Rui said in a lazy tone, but his movements were not slow.

The ones he put in his head not only had papers he had read during his postgraduate study, but also articles he had read during his middle school and elementary school. In addition to the nature of the abstract, they are naturally fresh products that have not been published yet.

Here, literary articles and literary style issues, and popular science and learning articles are much simpler. For example, the mantras and hexagon memory method taught to Wang Guohua earlier can be published in magazines such as "Mathematics for Middle School Students".

If you explain it more in detail, it is not difficult to mix hundreds or thousands of words per article.

Magazine sales in the 1980s were very high. If a little bit of a well-known publication was sold at will, it would have a sales of 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, and well-known literary publications even sold millions, which was more than those sold in later generations.

Therefore, the royalties are quite generous, ranging from 10 yuan to 10,000 words, and at most 10,000 words, there are many royalties. The monthly salary of an ordinary worker is only about 40 yuan, and the lower at the township level is often only 30 yuan.

In this way, if you publish an article, you will get a monthly salary. It is slightly difficult to eat meat every meal, but it is easy to do it frequently.

What's more, Yang Rui just copied the existing articles in his mind, and it was no burden to post a few more articles.

Wang Guohua asked with a slight understanding: "Can you really publish it if you submit it to a magazine? What did you write?"

"Just write some special uses of middle school mathematical formulas, such as discrimination of odd and even, how can we make a more accurate judgment..." Seeing that he didn't understand, Yang Rui turned around and said, "There are some rumors and so on..."

"Oh, jingle, this is easy to use. But wasn't the jingle you taught me left behind by an old teacher?" Wang Guohua still remembered this.

Yang Rui said vaguely: "He taught me some at that time, and I learned to make up myself."

"Then you made it up, can you publish it?"

"Look, it doesn't matter if you can't."

"That's true." Wang Guohua satisfied his curiosity and went back to listen to the class.

Yang Rui continued to copy his articles because it was the first time a newcomer published it, so he didn't dare to copy too long and try to choose moderately difficult ones, which happened to be the level that a middle school student could do.

Of course, the tricks are somewhat inspirational.

After the chemistry class, Zhuang Musheng packed up his things and went out.

The classroom became quiet for a moment.

A few seconds later, Xu Jing stood up first, took a piece of paper, handed it to Yang Rui, and said, "I want to join your group."

"I understand." Yang Rui had just expanded the application and handed over another piece of paper.

"I want to join the group, too." This time it was Cao Baoming, whose tall body blocked the aisle.

"You just write the application with a piece of draft paper."

"You didn't say you wanted to write tin foil." Cao Baoming joked. Cigarettes wrapped in tin foil are two cents more expensive than those not wrapped in tin foil.

Seeing that Yang Rui was about to let go, he hurriedly said, "Look at how I wrote it."

Yang Rui couldn't help looking at Xu Jing.

"It's okay to see him first." Xu Jing looked like a tomboy who was easy to talk.

"Then you wait." Yang Rui spread Cao Baoming's application and then said nothing for a long time.

"Can't you see clearly?" Cao Baoming was anxious and said, "I'll read it to you."

"etc……"

Cao Baoming coughed and read: "I volunteered to join Yang Rui's study group, support the group's program, abide by the group's charter, fulfill the group's obligations, implement the group's decisions, and strictly abide by the group's discipline..."

Yang Rui knocked on the forehead with a headache, and this guy actually rewritten the oath to join the party...

Although it is a bit inappropriate, I have to admit that this change is quite good for Yang Rui's spleen and stomach.

Cao Baoming smiled proudly.

He was quite thick, but he had great vision. After careful thinking, he really scratched Yang Rui's itch.

"How is it, can I join the group?" Cao Baoming rubbed his hands. He did think Yang Rui's group was useful.

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment and smiled: "You can study with the group and be a reserve member first."

"Reserve team member?"

“After you make sure your performance is consistent with your application, you can officially join.”

Cao Baoming suddenly felt that he seemed to have written too much.

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Chapter completed!