The sound of explosions from far behind the mountains was not as powerful as the sound of firecrackers outside the house, but after a slight trembling movement, the screen on the TV turned to a dozen giant excavators. The steel giant drove up the mound, and the dense virgin forest in front of it was gradually pushed away. The tall but not upright subtropical primitive broad-leaved tree species could not resist the tough iron arm of human civilization, and the vegetation-covered hills could not resist. In front of the blocking force, it was razed to the ground.
If people want to eat, the tree can only die
"Hello, everyone in front of the TV. I am now at the Dazhai of the third ditch in Shiligou Village, Qingshan National Autonomous Township, Oushun County. The first phase of the astragalus plantation project in Shiligou Village was officially launched today. start construction.
This project is the private project with the highest investment amount in the history of Oushun County. He is a well-known writer and track and field athlete in our city. He has won the title of top ten outstanding middle school students in the country and has great influence among young people. He is currently studying at Shanghai Danshen Medical College. The main responsible and operating organization of this project is Dongou Ererjun Science and Technology Pharmaceutical Ecological Development Co., Ltd., which was founded by Johnson and serves as the chairman"
"Fuck me, is Mazi so invincible now?"
On the evening of December 30th, Luo Beikong, who had just finished a semester, returned home and watched the news on TV while eating a hearty warm meal at home. The old man of his family glanced at him resentfully, sighed in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "They are all fucking sports students, they are world champions in sports and sports, number one in the province in exams, number one in the world in writing books, mom Now that such a big project has been completed, what the hell are you"
"I passed one exam this semester! You said it yourself, don't compare yourself with others, just compare yourself with yourself!"
Luo Beikong slapped his chopsticks on the table dissatisfied.
Lao Luo stared at his son who was already taller than him by more than a head, froze for three seconds, and then roared, "Did I compare you to him? Why do you have the ability to compare with him? I can die with a smile on my face right now!"
"Aren't you comparing me to him!"
"I said, I didn't!"
"You don't have you yelling at me!"
"I can't do it with two yells!"
"No! I will pass a test! You can't yell at me!"
"Then how many doors have you passed yet?"
"Three doors!"
"Wonima" Lao Luo couldn't move anymore, covered his chest and rubbed it twice, and lowered his voice, "You can't even get your high school diploma, you're justified"
"Oh, it's a big deal to stay for another year." Luo Beikong said indifferently, "There is an idiot at the same level as me, who is still in the second year of high school this year. I will study for another year, and there are three remaining exams, so easy I¡¯ll let you pass. By the way, you said I¡¯ll give you 1,000 for every pass¡¡±
"Fucking, you should be grateful for family planning. I'm annoyed just looking at me now!" Lao Luo took out a handful of banknotes and stuffed them into Luo Beikong's hand.
Luo Beikong snatched the money, immediately stopped eating, and ran back to his room with a smile on his face. Lao Luo was left alone, watching the beaming hostess on the TV, and Wu Chen who was standing beside her in the interview and praised Jiang Sen fiercely, feeling sad alone.
At the same age, Jiang Sen has already soared into the sky, while his family, Luo Beikong, is still peeing and muddy - anyway, in his eyes, there is no difference between playing computer games and peeing and muddy.
"Beep!"
In Luo Beikong's room, when the main unit rang, Luo Beikong happily collected the money, without the slightest discomfort after being scolded. Since he was a child, he has been scolded by his father for a long time. But the most important thing is that he has a clear conscience this semester.
For the entire five months of living in school, he hardly ever went to an Internet cafe. He studied hard every day and made up for the four exam subjects that he hadn't passed. At the same time, he didn't miss the school basketball game. Yu Wei of "Jiang Sen's alma mater" and "the previous champion" overcame obstacles all the way, leading a group of freshmen who came here especially for the first year of high school to enter the city's finals, only losing to Dongou Middle School by a dozen points in the end. It is glorious to lose.
You know, the lineup of Dongou Middle School is at the perennial semi-professional level.
Called Lao Qiu who went to supervise the battle in person, and was jumping with joy.
But the funniest thing is Zeng Youcai. In front of Lao Qiu the year before last, he still had the virtue of "I want to pretend to be tough". Director, every time Luo BeikongDuring the match, seeing Zeng Youcai nodding and bowing in front of Lao Qiu, he couldn't help but want to step forward and laugh three times. Lao Qiu is really in Jiang Sen's favor.
However, there will be no competition next year.
Lao Tzu's youth is over Luo Beikong picked up the silver medal in the city's high school basketball competition that he had just won this year on the table, and rubbed it with emotion. In the next semester, there is only one way to study hard. In fact, what he just said to Lao Luo was angry, the ghost is willing to study in high school for so long. Moreover, this matter is also unreal, they are obviously students of the same class, Jiang Sen is now a freshman, he himself is in the third year of high school, Wen Xuanbin is still in the second year of high school
"Damn, that idiot"
Luo Beikong asked himself that he was by no means an incurable bastard like Wen Xuanbin. He hadn't passed the math and English exams this semester. He felt that he was not bad at learning, and he would definitely pass next semester. Even if he really couldn't pass one subject, he decided to go to college.
The "fifth batch" of rubbish is also the "fifth batch". Not right.
Luo Beikong looked at the silver medal in his hand, and suddenly the familiar sound of starting up came from the computer speakers.
He suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the XP operation interface on the screen, and let out a long breath. This semester seems to have been extremely long, but at last, it is over. He grabbed the mouse, put it on the icon of Warcraft, hesitated for a moment, shook his head slightly, and moved the mouse away. Damn, I don't think it's interesting anymore, I'm really a good student.
The "Jiangsen Museum" in the school is not in vain - the Jiangsen Honor Room on the third floor of the 18th Middle School Laboratory Building has hosted many teachers and students from other schools this semester, and the farthest ones even came from BJ. Luo Beikong himself also went to look at it from time to time. Every time he felt that he couldn't learn anything, he went to look at the "relics" left by Mazi, and the effect was better than chicken soup.
He moved the mouse, clicked on the webpage, and entered Jiang Sen's name for the first time.
Then I looked at dozens of pages of content about Jiang Sen and "Er Er Jun", and after a long time, I clicked on "Jiang Sen Bar", the first line of the first page of Du Niang's search page, entered the post bar and took a look, the top post , and instantly saw his eyeballs stare fiercely.
"Inside information! The evidence is solid! Liar Jiang really used doping!" </div>