Chapter 1070 Rules Are Made for Ordinary People

Watching Lin Wufeng imitate Wu Jianguo's pitiful appearance vividly, Song Ying laughed out loud. Usually serious people tell jokes, which is more comical.

After laughing, Lin Wufeng changed the subject: "Old Wu's words are actually true. Our family has bought so many things in the past two years. Although the neighbors didn't say anything in front of us, they have some ideas in their hearts. It's better to keep a low profile in the future."

Song Ying was a little unhappy: "Huh, one by one they come to our house to watch TV, and when they leave, the ground is full of melon seeds and peanut shells, and no one stays to help us clean up. They take advantage of us and then say that we are not good. What kind of people are they?"

Lin Wufeng smiled bitterly when he heard it. This is the truth, but human nature is like this. Everyone is poor, and you suddenly become rich, so it is inevitable that people will envy you.

"What should I do? I can't sell the bicycle I got with great difficulty, right?" Song Ying said depressedly.

Lin Wufeng coaxed, "That's not necessary, but don't buy any more big items in the next two years."

"Anyway, we've bought everything we need at home, so we won't buy any more."

Song Ying suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Haozi said that the reward from the Provincial Sports Bureau hasn't been issued yet. What if it's an electrical appliance ticket or something like that? We can't sell it, will it be considered speculation?"

"We'll see when the time comes." Lin Wufeng was at a loss for a moment.

The couple stared at each other, never expecting that one day the family would be worried about too many electrical appliances.

The next day, early in the morning, several bicycles came out of the yard.

Qin Hao and Zhuang Tunan each had a bicycle, with Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting on the back seat respectively, while Song Ying rode a bicycle to take Huang Ling to work. Lin Wufeng was worried that Song Ying's half-baked riding skills would cause her to fall, so he followed behind.

Only Zhuang Chaoying was left walking to work. The only bicycle in the family was bought by Huang Ling in exchange for the sewing machine she brought as a dowry. After so many years of marriage, it was rare for a dual-income family to live like this.

Qin Hao and Zhuang Tunan first sent Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting to the gate of the attached primary school, and then rode to No. 1 Middle School. Compared with the attached primary school, No. 1 Middle School was much farther away. It would take at least half an hour to walk there, and more than ten minutes to ride a bicycle.

The two arrived at the school gate and parked the car. Zhuang Tunan hesitated: "How about I take you to the Academic Affairs Office?"

"It's almost class time, you go first, I'll find someone to ask and know how to get there."

The morning reading bell happened to ring, and Zhuang Tunan hurriedly followed the crowd into the teaching building.

At the entrance of the Academic Affairs Office, Qin Hao knocked gently on the open door. A middle-aged man wearing glasses looked up and glanced at him, and casually said, "What's the matter?"

"I'm here to report."

The middle-aged man frowned when he heard it: "What nonsense, it's been almost a month since the start of school and you're just reporting. Where are your parents?"

"Gone."

"Where did they go? Even if you're busy at work, you can't ignore your child's studies. What's your name?"

"Qin Hao."

"Qin Hao, let me see..." The middle-aged man lowered his head and searched for a while, and suddenly his whole body froze, and he spoke in an almost trembling voice.

"You... are you that Qin Hao?"

Instantly, the middle-aged man's attitude changed 180 degrees, and he waved at Qin Hao: "Hey, isn't this our little champion? What are you doing outside? Come in and sit down."

"Thank you, Director Li."

"Please sit down first, I'll ask your class teacher to pick you up."

"Do I need to go through the admission procedures first? This is my tuition..."

Before Qin Hao finished speaking, Director Li interrupted: "Ahem, after a meeting of school leaders last week, excellent students like Qin Hao will be exempted from tuition and various miscellaneous fees, and can also receive a meal allowance of 20 yuan per month."

Qin Hao would naturally not refuse the free money: "Thank you Director Li and the school leaders for your concern."

"It should be, it should be. In the future, whether Qin Hao has any difficulties in study or life, you can report to your class teacher, or come to me directly. The school will do its best to solve it for you." Director Li patted his chest and said.

As they were talking, Qin Hao's head teacher also came. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, wearing a pair of glasses. He looked a little dull, and was somewhat similar to Zhuang Chaoying.

"Teacher Qian, this is Qin Hao, who just won the individual Go championship at the National Games and helped our JS provincial team win a bronze medal in the Go team competition, winning honor for our No. 1 Middle School. He will be a student in your class in the future. He is still young, so you must take good care of him. If there is anything, report it to me in time."

After explaining it, Director Li asked Qin Hao to go to class with the head teacher.

As soon as he entered the class, a classmate recognized Qin Hao.

"I know him. I just saw him on TV a few days ago. Why is he in our class?"

"The National Games Go champion is actually in the same class as me?"

Teacher Qian walked to the podium with a stern face and knocked on the table: "Quiet."

"Qin Hao, please sit in that empty seat first. I will bring your books in a while."

Qin Hao nodded and sat in the window seat on the left.

Teacher Qian had a hard time teaching this class because the students' attention was not on him. They all looked at Qin Hao, wanting to see what was different between the National Games champion and them.

After finally getting through 45 minutes, the bell rang and Qin Hao was quickly surrounded by people. Later, even students from the next class came to watch the fun.

Qin Hao felt helpless. He felt like he was an orangutan in the zoo, being watched by a group of primate relatives.

Fortunately, he was soon interrupted by the bell. Children of this age are still very afraid of teachers.

In 1979, a nine-year education system was implemented, with five years of elementary school, two years of junior high school, and two years of high school. After nine years, students can take the college entrance examination, so the curriculum is still very full. In addition, English has been added as a foreign language course in recent years.

There are four classes in the morning, not including morning reading, and three classes in the afternoon. Fortunately, there is no evening self-study at this stage, otherwise many students who live far away will have to live on campus.

Qin Hao "wandered in the void" for a whole morning, and finally it was time for lunch. He waited in the cafeteria for a long time before he saw Zhuang Tunan rushing over.

"How is the report going?" Zhuang Tunan asked with concern.

"It's OK, it went smoothly."

You need meal tickets to eat in the school cafeteria, and you need to exchange them with food tickets first, but one pound of food tickets can only be exchanged for one pound of meal tickets, which is not cost-effective.

Zhuang Tunan took out two meal tickets from his pocket: "You haven't exchanged your meal tickets yet, I'll treat you..."

Before Zhuang Tunan finished speaking, Qin Hao took out a handful of meal tickets from his pocket.

"The school gives you meal subsidies, so I'll treat you."

Zhuang Tunan was full of confusion: "The school still has meal subsidies?"

"What do you eat?"

"No, I have."

"Twenty yuan a month of meal subsidies, I can't finish it by myself, it's a waste."

"Then... I won't be polite."

Zhuang Tunan got three bowls of rice, and they were all finished in less than a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, it's said that the little boy eats his father down. Children of this age are really good at eating.

"Burp~~~"

Zhuang Tunan burped and said a little embarrassedly: "My mother only gave me 20 kilograms of food coupons a month. I can't eat enough at ordinary times. I lost control all of a sudden."

"Okay, don't be polite with me. Aunt Huang usually takes care of me. By the way, do you know where the library is?"

"It happens that I also want to go to the library. Let's go together."

"Okay."

Soon, the two came to the library. The library of No. 1 Middle School looked inconspicuous from the outside, but the books inside were quite complete, from various teaching books to more popular magazines and monthly magazines on the market, and many famous Chinese and foreign classics.

"Haozi, the books here can only be read in the library by junior high school students and cannot be taken away. Only high school students can borrow them." Zhuang Tunan reminded in a low voice.

Qin Hao nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, but when Zhuang Tunan saw that the afternoon class time was about to end, he quickly put the book in his hand back to its original position and called Qin Hao to go back to class.

However, Qin Hao did not mean to put the book back, but walked straight to the librarian.

"I want to borrow this book."

The librarian looked up and glanced at him, impatiently pointing to the red words on the side: "Junior high school students can only read here, borrowing is a right only for high school students."

"Oh, can you lend me the phone?"

"It's an internal phone, can't be dialed out."

"It's fine as long as it can be dialed internally."

Soon, the librarian received instructions from the Dean of Academic Affairs, and his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

"Student Qin Hao, please register."

"Thank you."

Qin Hao took the book and turned back to the stunned Zhuang Tunan and said: "Let's go, we're going to be late."

After walking out of the library and walking about 50 meters, Zhuang Tunan came back to his senses and said in a strange tone: "Aren't junior high school students not allowed to borrow books?"

"Rules are made for ordinary people. When you are strong enough, you can ignore the rules or even make new rules." Qin Hao replied casually.

Zhuang Tunan frowned: "Just because you won the National Games championship?"

"Is this a privilege?"

Qin Hao paused and spread his hands: "If you can also win the National Games championship, you can also enjoy such privileges."

Many times, people don't hate privileges, but hate that they are not the ones who enjoy privileges.

During the afternoon class, Zhuang Tunan couldn't get into the state. They grew up in the same small courtyard together. Even if Qin Hao won several national championships, he didn't think Qin Hao was much different from himself. But in just one day, the various preferential treatments given to Qin Hao by the school hit Zhuang Tunan's worldview hard.

A twenty-yuan meal ticket is enough for a family of three to eat in the cafeteria for a month. Qin Hao made a phone call to solve the iron rule that junior high school students cannot borrow books.

All of this showed Zhuang Tunan a completely different world, especially Qin Hao's words: Rules are made for ordinary people, which made Zhuang Tunan secretly ask himself: Am I an ordinary person?

Zhuang Tunan always felt that even if he went to the provincial key No. 1 Middle School, he would still be among the best. He was definitely excellent among his peers. His parents were always proud of him, and his neighbors praised him. But all this seemed so mediocre in front of Qin Hao.

Before school was over in the afternoon, the dean came to the class to ask about his well-being.

"By the way, next Monday, at the flag-raising ceremony, we will arrange for you to speak on the stage. Do you want to write the manuscript yourself, or do we prepare it for you in advance?"

"Then I'll trouble Director Li."

"No trouble, no trouble."

After Qin Hao left, Director Li handed the task to the class teacher, Mr. Qian.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, smoke was already rising from the courtyard, and Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting also returned from the interest class at the Children's Palace.

As soon as Zhuang Xiaoting came back, she lay on the table to do her homework, while Lin Dongzhe was reading the "Doraemon" comics that Qin Hao brought back for him with relish.

Song Ying couldn't bear to read it: "It's all Japanese characters, can you understand it?"

"If I can't understand the characters, I can look at the pictures, and there are many Chinese characters in Japanese characters, so I can guess roughly." Lin Dongzhe said proudly, this is a valuable experience he gained after reading it several times.

"You, if you can study half as much as playing, no, one-third, you won't have to copy Xiaoting's composition when writing a composition." Song Ying said with regret.

Song Ying was so angry that she trembled when she thought of the composition that Lin Dongzhe handed in. Last week, the teacher asked her to write an essay with the topic: My father. As a result, the compositions that Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting handed in were 90% similar, with the topics: My father is a high school teacher.

Song Ying had to avoid Zhuang Chaoying when she saw her, as if she was getting married for the second time. Lin Wufeng rarely took a ruthless approach to Lin Dongzhe. When did he become a high school teacher?

Lin Dongzhe forgot the pain after the wound healed. He didn't take Song Ying's words to heart at all, and continued to read comics leisurely.

Until the sound of a bicycle came from the alley, Lin Dongzhe immediately hid the comic book, took out his homework from his schoolbag, and pretended to write.

"Haozi, how do you feel about your first day of school today?"

Song Ying has always been puzzled as to why Lin Dongzhe turned a deaf ear to her words but obeyed Qin Hao's orders.

Lin Dongzhe's answer to this was: Brother Hao is very powerful, he knows everything, and he will fulfill what he promised, and he has never lied to me.

"It's okay, the teachers are all very friendly." Qin Hao said with a smile.

Zhuang Tunan's mouth twitched behind him. He was very friendly, so friendly that his worldview was about to collapse.

"Okay, you do your homework quickly, I'll go cook, and we can eat soon."

Qin Hao did his homework very quickly, and it was done in less than an hour. The key is that the handwriting is still very neat. Lin Dongzhe was very envious of his ability and pestered him to "teach"

As a result, Qin Hao's answer was only two words: write more, practice more.

Lin Dongzhe gave up struggling instantly.

Today, the two families ate their own meals. In the Zhuang family's room, Huang Ling poked her husband with chopsticks.

Zhuang Chaoying followed her gaze and found that Zhuang Tunan was different.

"Tunan, what's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing."

After dinner, Huang Ling had an ominous premonition in her mind: "Is Tunan in love too early?"

"No way?" Zhuang Chaoying was also panicked. (End of this chapter)