Chapter 1602: Middle School Student

If life is a train with no return, then Wang Yan has a return ticket.

Of course, this is only for his individual existence as a human, not for his entire life's return, just like the thirty years of his life in the real world that he can never return to.

He is just an alternative return.

Jin Ling No. 9 Middle School, it's the start of a new school year again. Half-grown children, some come by themselves, some are sent by their parents to report. Students find their names according to the list posted outside, and then go to the corresponding class.

In the crowd, a young-looking boy, over 1.7 meters tall, mixed in the noisy crowd, looking at the list posted on the blackboard. His height above average and good eyesight allowed him to see the names on the list one by one without having to crowd to the front.

"Wang Yan, Class 1, Grade 1..."

For such a thing, Wang Yan could only shake his head with a smile.

He used to be youngest when he returned to seventeen or eighteen, but now returning to the age of thirteen, it can be considered a new life experience.

Just at this time, a boy about fifteen, "I'll take you there."

"No need, Second Brother, I'll go by myself, I can find it. You are also reporting today, hurry up and go, otherwise the teacher will talk about you."

"No need, I'm not afraid of the teacher." Qiao Erqiang waved his hand, helped Qiao Sanli carry her schoolbag, and walked into the teaching building together.

Sanli didn't persuade him anymore, and instead said: "I don't know if Big Brother is going smoothly."

Now it's '83. Qiao Yicheng was admitted to Normal University after hard study. Middle school students are reporting here, and university students are also starting school there. Because after school starts, Qiao Yicheng lives on campus and hasn't returned home for a few days, which makes the younger brothers and sisters who have always been dragged up by Qiao Yicheng very unaccustomed.

"Big Brother, he's definitely going smoothly, we don't need to worry for him."

The brother and sister chatted like this, Qiao Erqiang pointed to the buildings in the school and talked to Qiao Sanli.

Behind them was Wang Yan, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, military green long trousers, stepping on old cloth shoes, and carrying a green "Serve the People" mailman shoulder bag.

This outfit of his, if it were placed ten years ago, no, even five years ago, could be considered walking at the forefront of fashion. But after clarifying the development of the economy, people who resold goods spread fresh clothing from the south and foreign countries to the whole country, so his outfit was outdated.

Wang Yan walked unhurriedly at a distance, listening to Erqiang's introduction, and when he found Class 1, Grade 1, he could be considered to have an understanding of the school.

Entering the door, Erqiang took Sanli to find a girl who looked kind to be a desk mate, and then he hurriedly left.

Wang Yan stood at the door, scanned the situation in the classroom, and then went straight to the back.

In the last two rows of the classroom, there were already a few children who had developed well, and everyone was talking loudly and laughing, occasionally putting their eyes on other students.

Wang Yan went straight to the window seat in the last row and started bullying children directly.

He patted the young man who was sitting sloppily, wearing a floral shirt and jeans, with a relatively tall and strong figure.

"Buddy, change your seat, I want to sit here."

The young man thought about the new semester about to start, thought about the new life of showing off about to start, and even didn't sleep well yesterday. He wore new clothes today, and beside him was the brother who grew up playing with him. He often heard stories of "establishing a reputation," and he also wanted to be a king.

But he didn't expect that on the first day of reporting, he would be bullied by a boy who looked very poor and snatched his seat.

Did he look like a good person?

Damn it! This is a shame!

So the young man stood up and patted the table: "F*** your mother, what did you say?"

"Pretending to be what?" His good brother at the same desk also followed the group, and even directly pushed Wang Yan's chest.

Wang Yan brushed it away casually, then spun the boy around and kicked him on his butt, letting him roll and crawl until he hit the back door to stop his figure.

The previous young man was stunned for a moment, then without thinking, grabbed a stool and was about to swing it.

Wang Yan reached out to intercept his shoulder, and then directly pressed him onto the table with a grappling move, one hand pressing on his head with moderate force.

"Ask you if you can change?"

"Can!" The young man gritted his teeth.

After getting relief, the young man glared at Wang Yan: "If you have the guts, don't run in a while!"

Wang Yan shook his head with a smile: "I have to come back even if I run, right? You want me to wait for you, that's definitely impossible. If you can find someone to stop me, then I won't run. Get lost."

Turning him around, he kicked him on his butt, and then reached into the desk to pull out his schoolbag and threw it over.

Just like this, a scene of an old guy bullying a little hooligan-in-training was initially opened. After all, this little hooligan-in-training would definitely find someone else.

Speaking of which, this time is the darkest moment for people who mix; the street is simply clean, and this group of people is really honest one by one. The eyes of the hooligans at this time are the truly clear ones.

It's just that children don't understand things, and they take many things for granted. But as long as they are slightly more mature, they won't find trouble for themselves.

Of course, Wang Yan is different; he has a sense of proportion, and he has parents to protect him.

This time, it was his father who made a contribution, and his mother was weak and sick with worry. Just last year, he became a future flower who was cared for.

Wang Yan doesn't bully normal children either; he also has preferences. It is exactly "fish find fish, shrimp find shrimp," and it is reasonable for a big hooligan leader to find a little hooligan-in-training. If he can persuade people to be good and make the little hooligan-in-training go on the right path, it can also be considered a merit.

It's just that the little hooligan-in-training doesn't quite understand his good intentions. The young man and his friends drove away the two people sitting in the back near the door, glaring at Wang Yan angrily...

Wang Yan smiled very politely at the students who were looking at him, and even raised his eyebrows at Qiao Sanli. The latter turned back in a panic; the old guy is becoming more and more shameless...

Children who had just entered junior high school came to report one after another. Soon, the class of more than fifty people filled the seats, and the classroom became noisier. Wang Yan even heard some discussions about him; obviously, his reputation as not a good person had begun to spread widely in the class...

The students had all arrived, and the teacher who had been dealing with parents outside returned to the classroom to start setting rules, then asked the students in the class to collect textbooks, and talked about things to pay attention to, such as tuition, textbook fees, etc., and then school was dismissed, waiting until the next day to officially start school...

Having flipped through the textbooks once, Wang Yan didn't take the textbooks home in his schoolbag like other students, or even take them back to wrap them in newspapers. He just put the textbooks directly into the desk and left with an empty shoulder bag. After all, he was a junior high student, so carrying a bag was more formal...

Raising his wrist, what he was wearing was a Zhongshan watch, the first batch produced in '70. It had been thirteen years, and the watch case was stained with a layer of dark yellow precipitated by time.

At this moment, the time on the watch was only past ten o'clock. He mixed into the crowd and left unhurriedly.

As for the reserve little hooligans guarding the back door, they had long since scurried out. When they went out to move books before, they went out. By the time they came back after moving books, they looked full of confidence. When the teacher was talking above, they were giggling from time to time. Obviously, they had already contacted their companions.

It was no surprise. Just after leaving the school gate, besides some vendors selling food, there were students carrying schoolbags and gathering in groups. They were all meeting with previous classmates and friends, huddling together, chatting and laughing about their own things, just not wanting to go home.

At this time, there was a group of more than ten people, of different heights, weights, and sizes. The reserve little hooligan in the same class pointed over, and the people around him also looked over. Originally, they wanted to rush up, but seeing Wang Yan walking toward this side very calmly, they stopped their steps and turned to go into the small alley next to them.

Only the young man in the same class ran over, wanting to directly reach out and hug Wang Yan's shoulder, his smile triumphant.

Wang Yan brushed his hand away lightly, then grabbed his collar and walked toward the small alley. When he reached the alley entrance, he kicked his butt again, letting him hit his companions.

Just as a group of little little hooligans reacted and were about to curse and move their hands, Wang Yan had already reached them, raised his arms, and very fairly slapped each of them twice, then punched their stomachs not lightly or heavily.

More than ten little little hooligans, in just a moment, were all knocked down by Wang Yan, including the boy in the same class who didn't run away. After standing up, he was slapped back and forth again, and also received a kick to the chest.

A group of half-grown children shouted in pain, and some even shed tears. That was because the pain exceeded the threshold, and some simply cried *wa-wa*, which was because their endurance wasn't good; they weren't good material for hooligans.

After all, Wang Yan is a professional hooliganologist and is quite authoritative in this regard...

"Useless things."

Wang Yan kicked the crying boys lightly twice more, then turned and strolled out of the alley.

And at this moment, outside the alley, there were already many students watching the fun. As Wang Yan came out, they immediately scattered a path, each of them paying attention to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan even waved at the students watching the fun with a smile, and then strolled away.

Passing by a small restaurant, he ate a large bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup with flatbread, and after lunch, he strolled to Xuanwu Lake to walk around.

He really hadn't been to Jin Ling for many years, and he hadn't felt the Jin Ling of the 80s. Now that he had plenty of time and nothing to do, he really wanted to stroll around Jin Ling, walk around, and take a good look.

Xuanwu Lake is a famous scenic spot. Although the tourists are not as dense as weaving, it is still very lively. Wang Yan strolled and watched on the city wall for a while, then turned to run to Zijin Mountain.

The feeling of participating in the cross-country run before was good, and now it was an excessively young body, so he ran all the way to the top of the mountain. The filter of the era is a terrible feeling. Wang Yan felt that Jin Ling at this time was good-looking and had more feeling.

However, the people now can't eat enough, and even worse, can't eat well. Even a big city like Jin Ling isn't that relaxed...

Wang Yan looked at this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties on the top of the mountain. Today is a clear and good day, and the beautiful scenery is in full view. Many times, some beautiful things, doing nothing, just looking at them, is a great enjoyment.

Wang Yan watched comfortably on the top of the mountain for an afternoon. He planned to get a camera and take pictures of Jin Ling in the 80s when he had nothing to do.

It wasn't until the sunset glow appeared that he went down the mountain and went home, eating dinner outside on the way...

He lived in Shamiao Alley, where there were closely built bungalows, and only a few were two-story buildings. The old Qiao family house in the drama was also here. However, according to the information Wang Yan got, there was no Qiao family around his residence.

After all, Shamiao Alley is still very long, and he lived at the entrance of the alley in the west. One street and alley, the east and west ends were two circles of life.

Opening the door lock, Wang Yan pushed open the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was a small shadow wall carved with the character "Fu" (Fortune), just like a *Sihe Academy* in Beijing. Turning around the shadow wall, it was the courtyard.

Three rooms facing south, two rooms facing east to west, a small shed built against the wall facing east to west as a kitchen, and a small room as a storage room.

Although many such buildings sound spacious, in fact, the area of the houses is very small. With so many buildings together, the courtyard is not very big, appearing very crowded.

There is also a rope tied in the courtyard, with a few pieces of clothing hanging on the rope. On the windowsill of the house, there are slingshots, other small wood carvings, etc., and a set of carving tools.

Opening the door of the small warehouse, there are two rows of cabinets piled up inside, and on top are Chinese medicine boxes with names written on them. The "Living Ancestor" information said that this was left by Wang Yan's TCM grandfather, and it was not easy that it wasn't chopped up for firewood.

Besides these two rows of cabinets, there is a shelf with various messy tools, including acupuncture silver needles, hammers, axes, saws, etc., and even other woodworking tools. This was saved by Wang Yan's father. His father knew some woodworking, and the furniture in the house was all saved by his father bit by bit, and he made them one by one...

In the small room, there are also medicine cabinets placed against the wall. However, these cabinets were changed into vertical cabinets, and there are a few medicine boxes left on them to be used as drawers. Besides that, the room is just a small bed. The old man lived in this room before.

Arriving at the main room, the middle hall has a dining table, wooden sofa, etc., and it is also partitioned. Inside is a place for food, dishes, and chopsticks. The east room is the bedroom, and there are vertical cabinets of different heights. The west room is the study, and the high bookshelves almost reach the ceiling, and they are also piled with various books.

Many of these books are ancient books, as well as some TCM books, foreign literature, but they are all old books, some that were originally in the family, and some that his father bought back after the opening up.

By the window, there is also a solid wood table covered with large glass, with the four treasures of the study on it, and a large pile of books piled next to the table.

Looking around, Wang Yan had a sudden impulse, got drawing paper, mixed pigments, and spent a few hours creating a bird's-eye view of Jin Ling seen on Zijin Mountain today.

After admiring it for a while, he decided to frame it and hang it up in a few days, and Wang Yan went to the east room to sleep...

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