"What a broken thing is what you mentioned?"

Zhou Yu held the rusty bell in his hand, frowned, and repeated it over and over again, looking up and down for a long time, but he still couldn't find out which aspect it could be called a treasure. Is it valuable? It might be worth it, and it's selling scrap iron! It's okay to have a 80 cents, provided that there is a scrap station that is willing to collect it.

"Tsk, in your eyes it is waste, in my eyes it is a treasure. What's wrong? No?" Tang Ning was very angry. Zhou Yu laughed and threw the thing back to him. He knew that he was being squeezed just now and was a little upset.

"What? Are you so angry?"

"Get out, I'm a despicable person, I'm a villain, don't talk to me." Tang Ning held the bell in his hand, stretched his sleeves, and wiped it carefully. His eyes were persistent and serious. It seemed that what was being wiped was not rubbished copper and iron, but a delicate and fragile precious porcelain.

Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao looked at each other and smiled. One turned around, hugged his arms, leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. The other drove intently. The car calmed down and galloped on the highway.

As the saying goes, you can clearly distinguish the mind and recognize treasures with wise eyes.

If you can use it, it is treasure. If you can use it, it is garbage.

The truth is as simple as if it is cold. You need to wear more clothes. If it is hot, you need to take off all your clothes.

Although the truth is simple, Zhou Yu doesn’t know, Jiang Tao doesn’t know. Many people don’t know. Maybe they know, but they don’t notice it and ignore it.

But Tang Ning not only knew it, but also knew it well. So he pretended to be angry, pretended to be helpless, and threw things out generously. But he didn't worry that they would really return it to the Tao family, or whatever.

If you want to recreate the glory and glory of the past, you can only meet a suitable owner. Tang Ning believes that he is the most appropriate owner. Otherwise, how could he encounter it by eating a meal casually?

The opportunity of treasures is also a human opportunity. It cannot be touched without fate, and it cannot be touched without fate.

...

In the early morning, the sky was lightly bright, and the sky was light blue. The sun had not yet risen. The entire capital was covered with a light white mist. The flower beds beside the road, and the sharp green grass leaves on the lawn were shaking with crystal dewdrops. Everything was so cool and refreshing. It was a rare and comfortable morning.

Beep beep, as the car keeps ringing, the number of vehicles on the road increases, and the number of people practicing in the morning is also increasing. Especially in the morning light in early June, when the sun is not rising, the temperature is lightly warm and cool, without the hot dryness of summer. It is the most popular time period for many elderly people to go out in the most popular season.

There are many people who are bathing in the morning in early summer, who are jogging, walking their dogs, practicing swords and boxing in the park, playing badminton, using simple equipment to press their legs and move their waists.

When the red light stopped, the green light lit up. An old man in gray-clothed, with a gray-colored but energetic and rosy face passed through the crosswalk, walked over from the opposite side of the road with his hands behind his back, and stopped downstairs of the Tao Family Fish Head House. He looked up. Every day when he passed by here, he would look in that direction because there was something he cared about. He had not thought of a suitable method for getting it. So he dragged it again and again.

"1,2,3...18..." The old man slowly muttered, and when he counted the nineteenth bell hanging under the eaves that he was like flying swallows' wings, he gasped for a cold breath, his eyes suddenly condensed, his pupils tightened, and his expression became quite ugly. He growled and let out an unwilling roar: "It's gone? It's gone! Damn it! Where is that wind chime?"

The uncontrollable anger made the old man grow louder and louder, and even brought physical movements. The passers-by who passed by quickly avoided the old man who suddenly became angry and seemed to be crazy. He did not notice that the yellow stone slab he was stepping on was suddenly cracked by dozens of spider web-like cracks.

...

Last night, I had to spend a night and returned to the courtyard at dawn, especially Tang Ning.

After he came back early this morning, he went to bed and rested tiredly until he used his spiritual power to clean the bronze wind chime and restored his original appearance. So the three of them slept until after three o'clock in the afternoon before getting up from the bed. Fortunately, they were all martial arts practitioners, their physiques were beyond ordinary people, and in all aspects such as spirit, they could recover as well as before if they had a few hours of rest without being disturbed by others.

While washing his face, Zhou Yu asked Tang Ning: "If you're fine later, go to the school to complete the registration procedures first? The student registration file and other things have been handed over first. Let's go and register and fill in some necessary things. Anyway, let's talk about it. If they ask us to fill in whatever they want, we can just write."

"Yes, okay, that's OK." Tangning turned on the faucet and rinsed his face with cold water. As soon as he soaked in the coolness, his skin tightened and his pores tightened, and he felt a hundred times more energetic.

"Then are you planning to follow the class now, or wait until the next semester starts?"

"Where are you two? Are we three in the same school?"

Jiang Tao threw the towel in his hand into a washbasin full of water. He leaned on the edge of the basin with both hands and looked at Tang Ning, saying, "In the same school, but we may not be able to be assigned to the same class. Because the three of us were transferred in the middle. Basically, each class in No. 29 Middle School is seriously overstaffed. Especially in the two years of high school, the first and second year groups, it would be nice to stuff one class into one. If not, we all have to be separated."

"Jiang Boy Jiang is right. Although there are many teachers in the school who are tempted by the tendency, they are all very strong. And what these teachers hate the most is the transfer students like the three of us who use privileged channels and forcefully insert the pole and don't go in the middle. So my opinion is to wait until the school finishes the procedures and withdraw. Instead of following the class now and feeling uncomfortable, it is better to wait until the next semester starts. When we go to school, each class will conduct a basic exam. At that time, the opportunity for us to change our opinions will come."

"Tsk, if you don't like it, you don't like it. What can a test change in a basic exam?"

"What he means is to let us prove our strength through our own grades. As long as we have good grades, all eyesight with a good look will disappear. Isn't the most important thing for schools or teachers? This method is good. I agree!"

After Tang Ning finished speaking, he found that Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao were both staring at him with a suspicious look.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"If you have the surname Zhou, you can say that. I'm afraid that my words will make Boy Tang want to commit suicide."

Jiang Tao curled his lips, pulled the towel out of the water, and soaked his head in. His entire face and ears were buried underwater. Routine breath holding training and internal breathing exercises are compulsory subjects every morning. The ultimate time limit is thirteen minutes. However, Jiang Tao did not meet the standards every time.

The highest score is nine minutes and eleven seconds. It sounds incredible, and it is much stronger than ordinary people, but it is nothing for warriors. If you can turn from external breathing to internal breathing, the vitality will automatically circulate and continue to grow. Not to mention holding your breath for more than ten minutes, even if you are buried underground for three days and three nights, there will be nothing wrong.

India's "Nine-Death Master" Bansenda was buried in the soil for more than half a month without eating or drinking, but when people saw the light of day again, in addition to being a little pale, they were still alive.

Looking at Tang Ning, who was still draped with water on his face, constantly grimacing at Jiang Tao's back and gestured his middle finger. Zhou Yu's lips curled slightly, and a warm arc gradually spread out. He liked the current atmosphere very much. In the past, there was only Jiang Tao, but now there was Tang Ning. He believed that this kind of partnership between brothers and brothers would last forever until the end of his life. Although there is still a lot of road to go during this period, as long as the three of them work together, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome in this world!

What’s important is that they are still young. Young means hope, which represents unparalleled impetus and passion! And the will that will never be broken! Belief!

"Jiang Tao means that the place you lived in before was too small and the level of education and teaching was limited. Even if your cultivation is higher than us, you can fight and you are better than us. But when it comes to cultural learning... Haha, forget it, I won't say anything anymore. If you say too much, it will really hurt people!" After that, he also soaked his head in the water in the washbasin.

Tang Ning looked at the two guys bent over, raised their butts, and their heads were soaked in water. He dared to underestimate others. "Dare to compete with brother? Humph, just wait and scare your eyes!"

A lot of water splashed. Tang Ning also soaked his head into the water.

...

Lin Yunhua, female, unmarried, comes from a teacher family. She is 28 years old, a top student at the People's Art Theater with a master's degree. She has six years of teaching experience and a key teacher with a senior title in the middle school education.

This beautiful teacher with long black and shiny shawl hair, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, graceful temperament and beautiful appearance sat at her desk, corrected the last paper, put down the red pen in her hand, and leaned on the chair with a little tired look. Just as she was about to pick up the water cup, she accidentally swept the student file next to her that had been left there for three days.

The beautiful brow frowned instantly. I took it over with my own hands and looked through it page by page. Before I could see me, I threw it aside again.

The student named Tang Ning in the file was captured by her lot.

It sounds ridiculous, but she must not be able to laugh.

That afternoon three days ago, after the weekly regular meeting ended, in the conference room, Principal Lin suddenly asked her and the head teacher of the two classes next door to stay, saying that three new students were transferred from the school. He asked them to arrange it. Two of them came from the United States, and the descendants of Chinese people wanted to return to their country for education, which is understandable.
Chapter completed!