Chapter 3 This is a favorable game "Our class is the only one that is making a lot of noise in the entire corridor. I heard noises in the stairwell. There are still 60 days until the college entrance examination. Look around the senior class and see which class is making the most noise. Huh? They don't even know their own last names." Liu Ying walked around the classroom, finished reciting the spell, and then continued: "I understand that everyone is under a lot of pressure, but please remember that pressure is also motivation. When you accidentally dream back to this day many years later, you will find that this is the day in your life when you worked the hardest for yourself." Blocking out the chicken soup for the soul from his teacher, Xu Qingzhou took out the comprehensive science test paper and slowly browsed through it. As shown in the figure, a sufficiently long horizontal conveyor belt always moves to the left at a speed of v = 3m/s. There is a small wooden box A with a mass of M = 2kg on the conveyor belt. The dynamic friction coefficient between A and the conveyor belt is μ = . At the beginning, A and the conveyor belt remain relatively stationary. △t＝3s There are two smooth masses m = 1 kg After just one look, Xu Qingzhou figured out the answer in his mind. The law of conservation of energy and the second Newton's law are required respectively. V1=3m\s s=, tο= After reading the whole article, he could only see two words - simple. It was such a simple question, and I actually got it wrong? It feels like a max-level boss returning to the novice village. In the past, every physical problem involved complex and massive calculations. The laws described by quantum mechanics acted on particles in the microscopic world, and the appearance of chemical reactions was the macroscopic result of the behavior of many particles.
Strictly speaking, he was not good at biology, but using the existing knowledge to solve the questions on the test paper was like using an anti-aircraft cannon to kill a mosquito. The only challenging subject is Chinese. His Chinese is average, around 90 points. The three classes in the evening are all Chinese classes, and I am asked to do exercises. Xu Qingzhou also checked his Chinese proficiency. The reading comprehension questions were not difficult, as he had more than 30 years of experience, but he was a sucker when it came to dictation. Just like this sentence: Moreover, the accumulated water is not deep,_______________. The dictation score is only six points, it doesn’t matter if you don’t get it, but it would be better if you get it. No matter what, for Xu Qingzhou, this was a completely favorable game. The classroom was very quiet. Xu Qingzhou was in a daze for two classes. He felt mixed emotions and was worried about gains and losses. Sometimes he regretted that he had not had the chance to enjoy the honor, and sometimes he felt that fate had been good to him and gave him a chance to start over. It wasn't until the third class that I recovered. At 9:35 ., the school bell rang. At Nancheng Middle School, boarding students had to stay for the last evening self-study class, while day students could go home after school. Xu Qingzhou put a high school Chinese textbook into his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom amid Guo Ziyang's chattering. "Zhou Zi, isn't it just that the confession failed? What's the most important thing when pursuing a girl? Persistence! Rejection doesn't mean I don't like you, maybe it's because the timing is not right." "Besides, Zhang Yuxin only said that she didn't want to have a relationship in high school. There's still college to go." After hearing these remarks, Xu Qingzhou was not surprised that this guy had turned into a bootlicker. After talking so much all the way out of the school gate, this guy finally thought of the important matter and laughed, "Zhouzi, Internet cafe? If we join forces, we will definitely be able to reach the silver level tonight!" "I want to go home." "Combine work and rest. Tell your aunt that you are studying at school later." Guo Ziyang persuaded. He noticed that his best friend was absent-minded the whole night. The best way to heal emotional injuries is, of course, to travel to the top of the canyon. Xu Qingzhou continued to shake his head. What he wanted to do most now was to go back and see his parents. "Okay, I'll go by myself. Remember to call Daddy Baiyin tomorrow."
"Get lost now." The two separated at a fork in the road. At that time, the roads and surrounding communities had not yet been renovated, and there were old black walls everywhere, but the roadside was clean, and there were no shared bicycles that were once everywhere. Xu Qingzhou walked slowly, crossed two streets, stopped in front of a stop sign, and took out 20 yuan from his pocket. "Boss, give me a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes and a lighter." The old man stared at Xu Qingzhou without moving. Xu Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at his school uniform, and immediately understood. He smiled casually and said, "I brought it for my dad." Perhaps because Xu Qingzhou looked honest and didn't seem to be acting, the old man nodded and handed the cigarette and lighter to Xu Qingzhou. Under the old man's astonished gaze, Xu Qingzhou took the cigarette and lighter, skillfully tore open the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The movement shows that he is a heavy smoker. Rebirth is too mysterious. Looking at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar streets, and thinking about meeting my young parents soon, that indescribable emotion came to my mind again. He planned to smoke a cigarette to calm down first. "Hoo~ cough~" I almost choked to death on my first bite. It's sloppy. This body has never been smoked. Xu Qingzhou suddenly realized. No more frequent urination, no urgency, no inability to urinate, no back pain, no blurred vision, a young body is good. Putting aside other things, you must take care of your body in this life. I should quit smoking! Xu Qingzhou looked at the Red Pagoda Mountain between his fingers and frowned slightly. I've already ordered this one, I'll finish smoking it first. Two streets away from Wutong Community, he stopped in front of a trash can, intending to finish smoking before leaving to avoid meeting acquaintances. If the old couple heard about the smoking, they might get beaten up by both men and women. Xu Qingzhou exhaled a puff of smoke, and through the gradually dispersing tobacco, he looked at the students passing by, who were in groups of three or four, chatting and laughing. It’s great to be young, the future holds infinite hope. When students passing by saw Xu Qingzhou smoking in his school uniform, most of them subconsciously avoided him. In the minds of middle school students, only gangsters smoke. However, the two women opposite are looking at me? The girl on the left is very beautiful, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a ponytail common among high school girls. Her ordinary school uniform shows an extreme youthful beauty. She just stands there, and everything around her seems to be eclipsed. Song Yao? He vaguely remembered that Song Yao had good grades that year and was admitted to Beijing University with the second-best score in science. Another one. Ding. Ding Jiahui.
Xu Qingzhou searched his mind for a long time and finally found the corresponding name. Song Yao glanced at Xu Qingzhou indifferently with a look of disgust, and pulled Ding Jiahui away. "I used to think he was honest, but I didn't expect Xu Qingzhou to be such a person." Ding Jiahui fired like a machine gun: "I heard that his confession failed. Boys are childish and self-destructive. Do they think smoking is cool?" "A guy like this deserves to be single!" Song Yao didn't say anything, or she wasn't interested. During the three years of high school, she and Xu Qingzhou had little interaction. Whenever they met at school, he would always keep his head down. In other words, they were not even nodding acquaintances. Honest man? Hearing Ding Jiahui's words, Xu Qingzhou burst out laughing. Compared to the term "scumbag", "honest man" sounded more like an insult. He took a few puffs, perhaps because he just wanted to satisfy his craving, and when the cigarette was one-third burned, he felt it was tasteless, so he put out the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can, and walked towards Wutong Community. (End of this chapter)