Back To My Youth

Guo Jingyu thought that his grades were bad enough, but after listening to the scores of He Xiangyang and his gang, he realized that the combined results of He Xiangyang and the people next to him were the same as him.

Guo Jingyu was stunned: Isn't it, you don't even get more than ten points out of it?

He Xiangyang was careless and didn't respond, while Sun Hua, who was beside him, was still a little arrogant, scratched his head and said nothing.

Guo Jingyu glanced at these little brothers, closed his eyes and said, It can't go on like this anymore.

He Xiangyang said: Brother Yu, speak up, we can do whatever you say!

Starting today, each person will make a set of math papers every day, write a 500-word diary, and write according to the composition proposition. At least three sets of parallel sentences are used to substitute ancient poems.

He Xiangyang was dumbfounded. Before Guo Jingyu had finished speaking, he named him and said, He Xiangyang, do you have a Walkman over there? It just so happens that I have one here too. We are here at 1234... Guo Jingyu counted the number of people, There are exactly 8 people. In this way, the two Walkmans will be circulated for a week, and each person will do a simulated English listening every three days. It doesn't take much. According to the test, it takes more than 20 minutes.

He Xiangyang looked at each other, Guo Jingyu narrowed his eyes and said, Why, I can't speak well?

Several boys shook their heads quickly, and promised to agree.

Guo Jingyu asked again: Let's organize it too and name the group.

He Xiangyang hurriedly said: There is a name, Brother Yu, we started last month!

what is it call?

The Thirteenth Young Master Hongxing.

...

Guo Jingyu had a toothache on his face. He really underestimated his weight in the second year of middle school. He waved his hand and said, Don't call it this. It's an unlucky name.

He Xiangyang said stupidly: What's that called? The No. 4 Middle School next door even robbed us of this name, so let's just let it go?

A few people next to them also agreed: Yes, yes, we have a lot of people, and we sprayed them on the post bar. Now they only dare to call it the 'Mong Kok family'.

Guo Jingyu was delighted: There are still people robbing this broken name, let it be for them, we will call it later, he looked around, and at a glance, he saw the electric wire and network cable running across the concrete wall on the roof of the roof, and said, It will be called the 'NetEase Board of Directors' in the future. Let me tell you, after graduating, you will work hard. Don't limit yourself to the 'Thirteen Young Masters' or the 'family'. What's the point of it? The big bosses use the Internet to make money, no matter how you look at it, the latter is cost-effective.

A few boys seemed to understand, but Guo Jingyu was stunned no matter what, they had never thought of such a long-term future.

Guo Jingyu said, Does anyone in your family speculate in stocks?

Several boys looked at each other, Sun Hua and the other raised their hands, one said My dad is investing in stocks and the other said My aunt's family is investing in stocks.

Guo Jingyu was in a good mood and called them: Go back and tell your family to see if you can find a way to buy some NetEase stock, remember, don't sell it no matter how high it goes up or down in the past few years, this stock can go up a lot. Guo Jingyu is a past person. In my memory, it has just recovered after the collapse of the Internet bubble economy in the past two years. NetEase's stock has soared from 0.6 US dollars to more than 2,000 times in more than ten years, which is really impressive. However, NetEase is a U.S. stock, which is not easy to buy. Guo Jingyu heard about it in the past, and he had some contact with the nature of playing tickets, and then he picked one or two stocks that are the safest in China and told them.

Sun Hua and the boy nodded and asked again, Brother Yu, how do you know so much?

Guo Jingyu pretended to be high and deep: It's inconvenient to say this, but if you believe me, just tell your family. Ahem, inside information, don't let it go outside.

The more he said that, the more convinced the boys became, and they looked at Guo Jingyu with admiration for a while.

Guo Jingyu re-established a learning and mutual aid group, appointed He Xiangyang a vice president, and several other managers were also appointed, and the lowest one was a supervisor.

Sun Hua was the only supervisor, so he asked, Brother Yu, what is a supervisor?

Guo Jingyu: It is the 'supervisor', responsible for supervising the implementation of various tasks of all senior management personnel, and you are also responsible for supervising and inspecting new regulations and regulations in the future. If anyone in our 'board of directors' abuses his power, you can handle it. He. Let me give you an example, such as He Xiangyang, he didn't finish writing the papers according to the regulations today, you tell me, I will help you kick him according to you!

Sun Hua was pleasantly surprised: Is he bigger than the deputy chief?

Guo Jingyu nodded happily and coaxed him: Yes, you remember, take responsibility, you know?

Sun Hua happily agreed, his waist straightened.

He Xiangyang had the worst grades, and asked in a low voice, Brother Yu, why should we study?

Guo Jingyu: Your grades are too bad, I'll lose face when I take them out.

Chapter 8 Ball Game

This reason is impeccable, He Xiangyang and several people are honest, and come back to class in a proper manner after being reprimanded on the rooftop.

This afternoon, the teachers who came to class discovered a strange phenomenon.

The students in the last two rows who were the most noisy in the class of Grade 1 and 6, were surprisingly obedient today. Not only did they not make any noise to disturb the class, but they all held a book and frowned. The more abnormal it was, the more the teacher couldn't help but glance over there, his eyes quickly fell on Guo Jingyu's body, there was no way, the boys in the back two rows were all dressed in messy school uniforms, and their trouser legs were rolled up. Yes, the textbooks he was holding were also turned with his fingers and made a big dòng, which was in a state of dilapidation, so Guo Jingyu was dressed neatly and the books were brand new.

Sit in the wrong place for being an honor student in the first row.