Chapter 38: Tomorrow Will Be Better

Fang Xinghe stayed in the waiting hall until midnight, pressed the manuscript paper on his backpack to finish today’s training insights, and went to sleep on the train.

After getting off the train, he went to take a big bath as usual, and was surrounded by people chatting while soaking in the pool.

Oh, he’s famous.

Those chatting with him included young hoodlums with tattoos, middle-aged civil servants with big bellies, and college students with immature faces.

In this small city, he is no longer a nobody and has a little face.

The hoodlum was excited and restless: "Young Master Fang, look at my hairstyle, it’s exactly the same as yours! Is it handsome?"

Fang Xinghe gave a thumbs up: "Ugly and unique, but the self-confidence is very good."

The other party touched the back of his head and giggled.

The college student was proud for him: "Our classmates all asked me if I was from the same place as you. I said yes, and the girls wow-ed in surprise..."

"When school starts again, tell them we are very close, mix a partner back, come on!"

The other party lowered his head shyly, his vision wandering embarrassedly.

It looks like he has someone he likes, so good luck to you.

The middle-aged civil servant cared about his family affairs: "Have you handled that broken uncle yet? My buddy is from the security office, mention me, it works!"

Fang Xinghe scolded with a smile: "Forget it, in two years, your leaders will have to pour me wine. If you treat me to a bath today, I will praise you to the leader in two days, how about it?"

The pool suddenly burst into a burst of laughter, with teasing and arguing, harmonious and happy.

Although Fang Xinghe only has one work at this time, after getting Ba Jin’s high praise and taking the provincial number one in the high school entrance exam, everything is different.

And the future will be even more different.

After packing up, he went home, threw down his things, and went straight to school.

Just at the gate, he saw the big red banner hanging on the railing—

[Warmly celebrate our school’s second-year junior high student, first-place winner of the first New Concept Essay Competition, Fang Xinghe, for achieving a huge breakthrough in our school’s high school entrance exam history with the super excellent score of number one in the whole exam area!]

I don't know if it’s an illusion, but Fang Xinghe always feels that the two words "second-year" seem to be a size larger than the others.

You guys aren't that extreme, right?

Pushing open the door of the Chinese group office, Old Fang immediately rushed over, hugged him, and patted him.

"Good boy, you are really capable! Really gave me face!"

Letting go of Fang Xinghe, he was full of annoyance again: "So annoying, why is the school on vacation? I still wanted to take you to turn around in every grade..."

"You really are not afraid of being hated."

Fang Xinghe was amused, sat on the desk, and teased: "Who wrote that banner outside? It’s fortunate that our school’s wall is long enough, otherwise it wouldn't fit even if it were a meter shorter."

Hearing this, Teacher Fang laughed and slapped his thigh.

"You think why it’s so precise? Director Huang went to measure it himself, and then calculated the number of words. Principal Liu pondered the words one by one, just wanting the effect of being seamless from beginning to end!"

"Dizzy, really can show off."

"Oh, my champion, you are editing me as soon as you come back!"

Liu Dashan suddenly appeared at the door with a smile while touching his stomach. He didn't blame him at all, but took out Zhonghua from his jacket pocket.

"Come, come, Old Fang, you’ve worked hard, smoke a cigarette! Great talent, are you ready to accept the commendation?"

Fang Xinghe waved his hand decisively: "Don't count on me to give any lectures on stage, I don't like it, but if the Education Bureau wants to hold a big meeting, I authorize you to go on stage for me."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Dashan laughed until his eyes disappeared.

But he still shook his head and politely said: "I also have a commendation, yours is yours, mine is mine..."

"It’s all the same," Fang Xinghe continued to insist, "One thing doesn't bother two masters, you show off more, I take the benefits."

Liu Dashan immediately straightened his face: "Yes, yes, yes, the school has already held a meeting to discuss it. Our No. 3 Middle School is ready to provide you with a special education award of 50,000 yuan. You hurry up and apply for a bank card, and the finance department will transfer the money directly to your card."

Fang Xinghe was stunned: "There is such a thing now?"

Teacher Fang laughed: "It was launched this year, it’s especially convenient without a passbook."

"Okay, then I’ll go apply tomorrow."

Liu Dashan immediately reminded: "Tomorrow, the Education Bureau and the Propaganda Department are coming for an interview. The time is about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, at your house, remember to clean up."

"OK."

Fang Xinghe nodded lazily: "Is there anything else? Let’s do it all at once."

"High school choice," Teacher Fang reminded concisely.

Liu Dashan also coughed dryly and said shamelessly: "Our county’s experimental school is very good, with strong teaching staff..."

"Conditions," Fang Xinghe interrupted directly, "Give me something useful."

Liu Dashan didn't change his face and changed his tune smoothly: "All fees are waived, various special privileges, and finally, give 100,000 yuan!"

Whoa, really willing to spend money?

It’s enough for No. 3 Middle School to spend 50,000. The national average annual salary for employees this year is only 8,000, so 50,000 has to be saved for six years.

Experimental school can give 100,000, it is really rich.

However, Fang Xinghe just smiled and didn't have any urgent emotions because of this exaggerated number.

Liu Dashan persuaded him a few more times, and seeing that the champion didn't answer, he had to leave regretfully and sensibly.

Once he left, Old Fang immediately gave Fang Xinghe a thumbs up.

"You are really steady, fortunately, fortunately!"

"How about it, is there a school that has offered you better conditions?"

"Wanshun High School," Old Fang didn't sell it, straightforwardly: "120,000, plus all other privileges."

Good guy, one is more willing to spend than the other.

Fang Xinghe was still unmoved and continued to chat: "What about No. 10 Middle School and City High?"

"No. 10 Middle School is having a meeting, I don't know what the city means, but I guess the Normal University Affiliated High School and Jilin University Affiliated High School must also have actions, just these few days."

Now this era is different from later generations.

Nowadays, high schools in the same province can recruit students from other places, so any good seedlings below will basically be snatched away by higher-level cities at a high price.

Fighting for money and resources, how can Nong'an fight against the provincial capital.

Fang Xinghe had no concerns about where to go to school. It’s good to leave the county. He is annoyed to see his uncle’s family of three.

But in the end, it depends on the conditions. The money that should be mine, there is no reason not to take it.

"I’m not in a hurry, then wait and see."

"Mm," Teacher Fang nodded approvingly, "You are a big celebrity now, the school doesn't ask for your good grades in the college entrance exam, just enrollment is the best recruitment advertisement."

"Understand."

Fang Xinghe rolled up all the newspapers on the newspaper rack and turned to leave.

"Then you are busy, I’ll go back and see what the public opinion is like now."

Actually, there is nothing new.

Chen Jiayong’s heat faded, and the education discussion triggered by the good brother was in full swing.

If you count from the high school entrance exam, this broken thing has been arguing for a month, and there is still no sign of ending.

Is it worth it?

It is worth it.

Young people living in the new era will never understand how confused all walks of life were in 1999.

This confusion is not the shouting of literary youth, but the unknown that truly exists in every corner.

For example, education, *Zhiyin* praises Japanese students for their high quality, *Yilin* praises German children for being rigorous and respecting science since childhood, and readers praise that only the quality education of the beautiful lighthouse can promote great civilization.

If you are a Generation Z surfing with 6G, you will only feel ridiculous, what the hell is all this?

There are seven or eight directions alone, and when it comes to specific details, there is no unified opinion within the same direction.

The most outrageous thing is that people in the third brother’s house in this era are blowing...

Fang Xinghe flipped through the discussions in the newspapers, there were few valuable things, but he witnessed another anti-intellectual carnival.

And Han Han was wrapped up and became a banner, standing on the cusp of the storm.

Did he realize it himself?

Fang Xinghe vaguely remembered that the good brother was until he made a movie...

Southern media awarded him a series of awesome titles: "Citizen Han Han," "Contemporary Lu Xun".......

As a result, he reflected on himself later: I am a very failed example, not worth imitating.

Can only say, people’s maturity takes time.

And now it is not mature... too suitable to be the teenage idol of this era.

Actually, the image Fang Xinghe deliberately created is the same, but he wants to stand on the opposite side of "being angry for the sake of anger, being a young radical for the sake of being a young radical."

After working so hard for so long, it is time to pick the fruits of victory.

Roughly, it will be tomorrow. ===== CHAPTER 39 =====