Chapter 3: Being remembered
"Oh shit! Oh shit! That's awesome!"
Under the gaze of more than 40 students in the class.
Fang Xiang had just returned to his seat.
Wei Shengli pulled Fang Xiang's clothes with excitement on his face.
Boasting quietly.
It was as if he was the one who solved the problem.
Fang Xiang glanced around and saw that all the classmates were still looking at him as if he were an alien.
Look at him.
Fang Xiang curled his lips and pressed Wei Shengli's shoulder.
Basic exercises, don’t do six.
Looking at Teacher Wu with malicious eyes.
Wei Shengli immediately closed his mouth and lowered his head.
Pretend to be a good student, reading books attentively.
As Teacher Wu continued his lecture, the students who were looking at Fang Xiang also withdrew their gazes.
But, in a place that Fang Xiang didn’t see.
Have a pair of eyes as bright as crystal grapes.
It always floats over Fang Xiang intentionally or unintentionally.
After being called by Teacher Wu.
Fang Xiang also began to pretend to study hard.
But my mind wandered away again.
It was the 1960s, a time of material scarcity.
An age where even money doesn’t help.
Almost all supplies are under control.
It can only be purchased with tickets.
It is impossible to do business.
Let alone speculation and profiteering, let alone cutting off the capitalist tail.
That's enough to make people suffer.
So what should be done?
Fang thought about it carefully for a long time.
But there is no reliable idea.
In his previous life, Fang Xiang was a low-level office worker at the Space Agency.
Although the salary is good, the work is extremely busy.
His major is Aerospace Engineering.
But in the 1960s, there was no room for development.
Speaking of which, rockets and missiles have only been launched a few years ago.
There is still a lot of room for improvement.
But even if he brought the talents and knowledge of later generations.
There is no place for it.
Because the materials are not up to standard at all.
All the materials of later generations were developed through a large amount of mathematics, physics, chemistry and experiments.
He had never learned much of this initial knowledge.
The textbooks also simply skip over them.
What should I do?
Or, take another route?
So which way to go?
Just when Fang was thinking about something.
The course on solid geometry is over.
The bell for the end of get out of class rang.
"Brother! Brother Fang! You are this!"
After Teacher Wu walked out of the classroom.
Wei Shengli jumped three feet high.
A hand grabbed Fang Xiang's arm.
The other hand gave a thumbs-up.
At this time, except Wei Shengli.
The classmates around him all looked at Fang Xiang strangely.
I can't seem to figure it out.
I was a poor student before.
How come he suddenly became a top student after not seeing him for a week?
Fang Xiang twitched the corners of his mouth.
Break free from Wei Shengli's hand.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Brother! I'm with you!"
Wei Shengli turned into a little fan and followed closely behind.
As they walked, they talked about how handsome Fang Xiang was just now.
It seems that the person who is in the spotlight is himself.
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of him, Fang Xiang just didn't bother to pay any attention to him.
After coming back from the bathroom.
The bell for the second class rang.
Wei Shengli finally stopped chattering.
The second class is physics.
Open the textbook, it's all basic knowledge.
For Fang Xiang, there was no difficulty at all.
Have the experience of the first class as a reference.
Fang wanted to pretend to be a good student again.
I managed to sneak through the class without being discovered by the teacher.
Although he was just slacking off, Fang Xiang had already thought about his future university.
Before traveling through time, he was a student at Shuimu University.
Mizuki University was grateful for his training and treated him very well.
Not only was he admitted to the university through recommendations, but he also received numerous scholarships.
I spent ten years in college and not only did I not spend any money on school.
When I graduated with my PhD, I had saved hundreds of thousands of dollars.
So this time, there is no doubt that it is Mizuki University.
It seems that it was a bit difficult to get into university in the 1960s?
But it's not a big problem.
Fang Xiang has discovered his own memory.
As I traveled through time, things got better.
Many things that I had forgotten before are now remembered.
Even the details are fully restored.
Just like that, time passed slowly.
At that time, high schools did not provide meals.
Fang Xiang had no choice but to leave the school and stay in a nearby restaurant.
I just ordered a cheap bowl of noodles and ate it.
The afternoon classes were not difficult.
Soon, the school bell rang.
"Let's go fishing in Houhai today?
Now that the weather is warm, many fish are easy to catch.”
Fang Xiang just put on his schoolbag.
Wei Shengli suggested going to Houhai for fun.
“I have to go home and study hard.
My parents are gone and I have to rely on myself.
You have to get into university.
You too, while you still have the chance.
Don't leave any regrets for yourself.
If you work hard, you might be able to go to college."
However, Fang Xiang shook his head and refused.
Made an excuse.
For this kind of children's game.
Fang Xiang, whose mental age is over 30 years old.
Not interested at all.
As for going home to study?
That's simply impossible.
The high school courses were not difficult at all for him.
He wanted to take advantage of the fact that the bookstore was still open.
Go see if there are any college textbooks.
Buy some in advance and do some preparation.
It seems that Fang Xiang is completely different from before.
Wei Shengli opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But looking at Fang Xiang who had already turned and walked away.
But nothing could be said.
I sighed, feeling a little unfamiliar with this childhood friend.
I had no choice but to put on my schoolbag and go home.
Soon, Fang Xiang found a Xinhua Bookstore.
It's right on the Old Drum Tower Street.
A small storefront and a shabby sign.
But once you get in, it's really huge.
The light bulbs were on and many people were reading silently.
Fang Xiang's arrival did not affect anyone.
After picking and choosing for a long time, Fang Xiang still couldn't find a book that interested him.
Just give up.
I found the cashier and asked about the location of the largest Xinhua Bookstore in Beijing.
Then left.
Beijing No. 1 Middle School is only a little over one kilometer away from Nanluoguxiang.
It only takes about ten minutes to walk to the destination.
Just stepped into the door of the slum.
Then I saw the third uncle talking to Jia Zhang at the door.
Seeing Fang wanted to come back.
The two of them stopped talking about the topic tacitly.
They all turned to look at Fang Xiang.
This made Fang Xiang feel a little strange.
But he didn't care, he took out the key and opened the door.
I plan to see if there is anything to eat in the house.
It’s not a big deal to eat out all the time.
Not only is it a waste of money, but I don't even know if it's clean or not.
Don't ruin your body.
Before traveling through time, Fang Xiang was a great cook.
Now, he was going to open fire himself.
Just when Fang was feeling a little worried when he saw that there was only half a bag of cornmeal at home.
There was a knock on the door.
Fang Xiang walked quickly to the door.
"Uncle, what's the matter?"
Fang Xiang looked at the smiling old man and asked curiously.
"There's going to be a meeting in our hospital in a moment, and you have to participate.
Come after dinner, don’t forget.”
After saying that, the old man left with his hands behind his back.
Fang Xiang looked at the old man's back, feeling somewhat confused.
What kind of meeting is this? Why must I be involved?
But he saw a pair of eyes from the Yan family opposite looking at him through the window.
I glanced in that direction, but couldn't tell who it was.
Didn't take it to heart.
Getting ready to go out and buy some rice, noodles and vegetables.
As soon as I reached the Chuihua Gate, I saw Banggeng running back from outside with a big snotty nose.
Almost bumped into Fang Xiang.
When he saw Fang Xiang, Bang Geng raised his head.
A strange sentence came out of nowhere.
"Your house is going to be lost."
After saying that, Banggeng ran to the central courtyard with a big snotty nose.
Fang Xiang ignored Bang Geng and continued walking, thinking.
What do you mean my house is going to be lost?
Is it possible?
Fang Xiang had just taken a step out of the slum, but then he took it back.
Good guy!
My mother just left.
You guys are obsessed with my house, right?!
