Rebirth: I Carry A Desktop Computer Inside Me - #1 - Chapter 1 I Am 255 And Want To Take The Test Of 985

Jiangzhou Computer City.

As a well-known computer city in the south, it is very lively and crowded every day.

“Handsome guy, do you want to check the computer?”

“The latest authentic fruit notebook has arrived…”

In the narrow passages, clusters of salesmen were holding flyers and shouting to customers. Some brand stores even sent beauties to stand in front of the store to attract customers.

Longjia Computer flagship store.

Although it is said to be a flagship store, it is actually just a small store with an area of ​​less than 9 square meters. The small space is filled with things.

“Brother Dong, this computer is too antique! It can’t be repaired, and there is no need to repair it.” The young man who was immersed in disassembling the machine in the corner pulled the host and complained.

An I5 2300 CPU and two 2GB RAMs from Jamestown. This configuration would have been mainstream in 2011, but no one wants it now.

“Hey! Ah Cheng, this customer is God, he can do whatever he says!” Brother Dong, the owner of the computer store, was holding the customer aside and replied. “He’s a little old man. I worked for him for an hour, but I still couldn’t persuade him to get a new one.”

“Okay, I think this is the CPU that can be used, and the others need to be replaced. These antiques are not cost-effective second-hand.”

Ah Cheng, whose name is Jiang Cheng, has been working in the computer city for five or six years. His main job is repairing computers, and his side job is reselling some parallel imports. He rarely sells second-rate goods, but who doesn’t pay attention to profits!

Old antique computers are troublesome to repair and not cost-effective to replace. How can they be compared with the “mainstream” configuration of a new computer sold in the city.

While talking, Jiang Cheng plugged in the power supply and prepared to test the circuit.

But when he reached over with his hand, he felt numbness in his hand. Jiang Cheng’s heart skipped a beat, “Not good!” However, in just a moment, countless fragments of history flashed through the depths of Douda’s eyeballs.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng lost consciousness.

—-ヽ( ຶ▮ ຶ)ﾉ!!!—-

“…Generally speaking, the results of the third model in our class are pretty good. According to last year’s score line, there were 21 people who could go to undergraduate level. I hope everyone…”

On the podium, a bald teacher was commenting loudly, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

“ah!”

A roar that woke up from a nightmare, mixed with fear and uneasiness, immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

But then, many people sneered at the corners of their mouths.

“The scoundrel has gone crazy again.”

“It’s probably because the Internet cafe is open all night again…”

Some people lowered their heads and began to whisper.

The bald teacher was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at the student he least wanted to pay attention to, Jiang Cheng.

Her long, messy hair was just so fluffy; her face was tired and frightened, and she was still looking around in confusion.

His stern eyes were not noticed by him at all, and the 10,000-point explosion hit nothing.

“Snapped!”

The bald teacher slammed the book in his hand, “Jiang Cheng, stand up!”

“here it is……”

The confused Jiang Cheng finally came back to his senses slowly and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sight in front of him.

The ponytails in the front row, the backs of the full audience, the podium, the blackboard, and the old ceiling fan that creaked as if it was about to fall down.

That snarling bald head looks a bit familiar, what is it called?

I go!

Isn’t it the bald teacher who is the head teacher of the third year of high school? !

“Jiang Cheng!”

Seemingly seeing Jiang Cheng still unresponsive, the bald teacher called his name again, and the volume increased a lot.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the seats for poor students.

The seventh row of the fourth group is the place closest to the brooms and garbage baskets.

Jiang Cheng’s deskmate also sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere, hid the novel, and pushed him with his elbow.

Jiang Cheng stood up, but his heart was still in a mess. The shouts, bargains, laughter and curses all disappeared like memories in a dream.

“Yes, you don’t want to study or take the college entrance examination! But don’t disturb the class for me! It’s the last two months, I don’t want to say anything more, you can take care of yourself!”

After brewing for a long time, the bald teacher actually calmed down his anger and said, “Just stand there!”

Jiang Cheng said nothing, but memories came flooding back.

He is a poor student.

Fighting and smoking were commonplace;

Internet cafes and game arcades are common places.

After all, in the third year of high school, Jiang Cheng was interviewed countless times, his parents came several times, and he reviewed himself in a meeting with thousands of people. Jiang Cheng finally calmed down a little, but he sneaked out to play games online in the evening during self-study, and he still couldn’t. A common thing.

But if they don’t make trouble or cause trouble, they just don’t study or make progress, the teacher won’t bother to care about them.

If you don’t cause trouble in class, even if you are fast asleep and no one cares about you, you will still be in the last row anyway;

If you turn in a blank paper for your homework, no one will care about it, and you will have copied someone else’s work.

On the podium, the bald teacher didn’t look at Jiang Cheng again and just talked about the test paper questions.

Jiang Cheng also remembered that the bald teacher’s surname was Jiang, and his given name was Jiang Ming. Because he had gone bald in his early years, and his surname was Jiang, he was comparable to Mr. Jiang during the Republic of China. Many students privately called him Bald Jiang.

Jiang Ming taught Chinese and was the head teacher. He preached a lot and took care of things a lot. At that time, Jiang Cheng still disliked him.

It was only five or six years after graduating from high school that I heard that Jiang Ming could no longer teach because of cancer.

The blackboard at the back is a bulletin board that was published a long time ago. Some of the words are blurred, but the most conspicuous one is the “Countdown”.

There are still 60 days until the 2011 College Entrance Examination.

Even a poor student will feel moved when he sees this sentence.

There is not much time left to play!

What should I do if I can’t get into college?

Let’s be a mixed society!

Jiang Cheng still remembers his “should” life trajectory in the future.

He failed to get into college, which disappointed his parents. When other classmates packed up their luggage and rushed to university in September, he had already packed up his luggage and headed for Jiangzhou.

A distant relative opened a small factory in Jiangzhou. His parents persuaded Jiang Cheng to follow him and learn how to work.

Jiang Cheng could feel the sadness of living under someone else’s roof now that he thought about it.

Later, Jiang Cheng didn’t want to offend others, so he rented a house by himself and went to run errands. He stopped playing games and helped distribute leaflets and sell computer accessories in the computer mall. Later, he became a master and learned to repair computers.

What should I do if I don’t have a diploma? I can only live slowly by relying on words and craftsmanship.

Jiang Cheng touched the bag and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

The cigarette is still in the familiar pocket.

After class, his deskmate Qin Jin smiled and pulled Jiang Cheng to sit down. “You just sleep when you want to. Why are you so crazy? I didn’t even read the book.”

The book is naturally a novel with a yellowed cover. I don’t know if it is a real work by Master Yi, but the content is similar to the cover.

There’s nothing I can do about it. During adolescence, I tend to be restless.

Jiang Cheng smiled and said, “You kid, stop reading pornographic novels and don’t let your sperm get to your head.”

Qin Jin groaned, “Nonsense, why don’t you read some novels?”

“Let’s go out and smoke a cigarette.” Jiang Cheng quickly handed Qin Jin a piece of white sand and walked out of the classroom.

The next class is Jiang Ming’s Chinese class, and he is still explaining problems to the students on the podium.

Although Jiang Cheng is not motivated, as a poor student, he still has some self-cultivation and will not smoke in the classroom.

After all, the school is strict. It’s not good to be interviewed about your parents when the college entrance examination is approaching.

After leaving the classroom, the two went to the toilet familiarly and smoked cigarettes. Baisha cigarettes cost less than 5 yuan and taste a bit bitter.

Jiang Cheng blew out a smoke ring, looked at Qin Jin, and asked.

“Mirror, what do you want to do after graduation?”

“What else can we do? We are going to work in Guangdong Province. Damn it, who told us we can’t study!”

“Then, give birth to a baby in two years?”

“Haha, not so fast.”

Jiang Cheng stopped for a moment and turned to look at the bright sky in the distance.

If we follow the trajectory of his previous life, Qin Jin, who has a spermatozoon, worked for two years, messed with a girl, and returned to Guanglin.

He gave birth to a son and took a wife.

Fortunately, the family was familiar with the business, and he slowly started a building materials business. He also opened a small shop and ran business, and his life was not bad.

Whether you are admitted to college or not, you all have your own rhythm of life.

Maybe he went abroad and I left the province; he took the postgraduate entrance examination and I smoked tobacco.

Maybe he took the civil service exam and I became a salesman; he became a small white-collar worker and I became a small boss.

Of course, “Students who are admitted to college should remember to have a good relationship with their classmates who are not admitted to college. When you graduate from college, you can go work in their companies!” The probability of such a joke being realized is not high.

But Jiang Cheng no longer wants to follow the path of his previous life.

Throwing the remaining cigarette letter at his feet, Jiang Cheng raised his foot and stepped on it, blew out a smoke ring, and said slowly, “I want to go to a fucking university!”

Qin Jin was in a daze, looking at the sloppy tablemate in front of him. That resolute voice and the sudden look in his eyes made his face look strange.

“Chengzi, did you take the wrong medicine?”

——(☆_☆)—–

The second class is about test papers as usual.

But Jiang Cheng has already regained his composure from the confusion of the last moment. After all, in terms of memory, it was already many years ago.

He began to listen carefully to the lecture “for the first time”.

“This dictation comes from “Pipa Xing”, the last two sentences of ‘I sighed when I heard the pipa, and groaned again when I heard the words.’ Everyone is familiar with this, and only three people in the class did not write it dictation.” Jiang Ming gave the topic. Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the four groups and seven rows.

Qin Jin was immersed in reading as usual. The books were stacked high, blocking him tightly. However, Jiang Cheng stretched his neck and was listening carefully.

“Jiang Cheng, tell me what the last two sentences are?”

Jiang Chengzheng was listening carefully. He didn’t expect that Bald Jiang would call his name, and he was stunned for a moment.

I have used Chinese knowledge after graduation. I can recite it. I guess I can’t remember most of it except “There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, it is probably frost on the ground.”

He lowered his head and glanced at the Chinese language book in his hand. It was very new. Jiang Cheng hurriedly flipped through it. With great luck, he turned to “Pipa Xing” in just a few clicks!

I counted the lines at a glance, and within a few seconds I found the second page.

It turns out to be this sentence.

As if waiting for Jiang Cheng to turn over the book, Bald Jiang was not in a hurry.

“We are both fallen people at the end of the world. How can we meet each other before?” Jiang Cheng stood up and replied.

The loud voice was refreshing to other students in the class.

Jiang Cheng, when did your voice become so loud?

Um? It smells a bit confident.

——But aren’t you a fucking book reader?

For a moment, the students in the front row started talking quietly.

However, Jiang Cheng didn’t pay attention to this at this time, his memory was running crazily.

“The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in the autumn. The host dismounts and the passengers are on the boat, raising the wine to drink without the orchestra…”

Line after line, even the punctuation marks seen in that number of lines, are clearly engraved in his mind, as if that page of text is engraved in the most prominent place in his memory.

Is this the legendary photographic memory?

The benefits of rebirth were finally his turn.

Open the text, “What a few people do to the country”, “King Hui of Liang said: What a few people do to the country, they only do their best. Hanoi is dangerous…”

Here is another article, “Encouragement to Learning”, “The gentleman says: Learning is something you can’t stop doing. Green comes from blue and is green from blue; ice comes from water and is cold from water.”

At a glance, as long as it is printed in my mind, it will be clear to me. No matter how I think about it, it will be easy to memorize it!

It seems to be getting rich, Jiang Cheng thought.

Jiang Ming nodded, “Very good, Jiang Cheng. I hope you can put your mind back to your studies, although…”

Although, it’s only two months.

Can two months change anything?

It’s hard.

Jiang Cheng majored in science, and was the best in Chinese. He could get over 60 points in the test, and basically scored in the 20s in mathematics. He relied entirely on English. He got over 50 points when he was lucky, and over 30 points when he was unlucky.

As for the Science Comprehensive Examination, I didn’t even recognize the symbols. After the third model, I scored a total of 255 points in the six subjects.

It’s less than the score of two courses for top students.

I hope he works hard, gets a score of 3560, and chooses a vocational and technical college that is even worse. Hongju Technical School is good, and Jeju Lanxiang is also good.

“I will.” Jiang Cheng was a little confused at this time and responded in a low voice.

In terms of character, Jiang Ming is very good. He has been disappointed with poor students like Jiang Cheng and others in the past few years, but he has never despised or suppressed him. Even if something happened, he always wanted not to affect their future.

“Then let’s move on to the next question…” After signaling Jiang Cheng to sit down, Jiang Ming continued to speak.

At this time, Jiang Cheng, whose brain cells were more active than ever, was still agitated in his heart.

He had read a lot of rebirth novels, but since God allowed him to live again and gave him a magical skill that he could never forget, Jiang Cheng naturally wanted to get into a good university and have a taste of university.

Shuimu and Beijing University don’t dare to hope. Can’t they still pass the ordinary “985” and “211” exams?

Jiang Cheng licked his dry lips. A poor student with a score of 255 had ambitions for the first time.