Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is 1999. Many things have happened in the past few years, such as the return of Hong Kong, and the like. Of course, these have nothing to do with Wang Xiaoming. The biggest impact is that he graduated from elementary school.

Yes, after graduating from elementary school, Wang Xiaoming is in junior high school.

Hongqi No. 1 Primary School created two legends that year. One was that Han Meimei and three others were admitted to the Junior High School of the City No. 1 Middle School with excellent grades. Why did this matter become a legend? Because No. 1 Middle School of the City No. 1 Middle School has never had a high school department, and I don’t know what happened this year. Suddenly, the junior high school department was opened. According to insiders (the principal of a primary school surnamed Zhang), the junior high school department is likely to be only one class. Ahem, this speculation was confirmed in the second year.

The second legend is Wang Xiaoming. He lowered the education level of the entire Hongqi No. 1 Primary School in a terrible way and was divided into the city's No. 65 Middle School. It is said that the news of his determination was heard that he was confirmed was revealed, and the enrollment scope also included the principal of the No. 66 Middle School in the Fertilizer Factory Household Court laughed for a whole week, and the teachers of the No. 65 Middle School also looked dark for a week.

That week, two middle schools that were not far away were just two worlds.

Of course, Wang Xiaoming, who learned the news, said it didn't matter at all. Instead, Han Meimei was a little depressed. The distance between Sixty-Fifth Middle School and the junior high school of No. 1 Middle School in the city was a little further away. The most important thing was in two directions. This made Han Meimei no longer able to go to school with Wang Xiaoming.

In this way, the two separated. Although they still made an appointment to play together every once in a while, the frequency and number of times gradually decreased, and recently it has been less than once a month.

"It's boring!" Wang Xiaoming, who was lying on the table, couldn't help but sigh. These dull and boring days made him unable to raise any energy at all.

"Brother, are you quarreling with your sister-in-law?" The classmate in front of him turned around with a despicable look on his face. Since he came to No. 65 Middle School, Wang Xiaoming, who has the "Legend of Glory", has advanced to the eldest brother of the whole school in the awe-inspiring eyes of his classmates. He is a famous leader in No. 65 Middle School. Well, although he has never taken action...

Arguing? Wang Xiaoming recalled the scene when he met Han Meimei before: The two of them had made an appointment to buy study materials together, but they didn't know what Wang Xiaoming said wrong. Han Meimei inexplicably started to get angry: "Wang Xiaoming! Why are you so unmotivated? Are you right to your parents? They worked so hard, how can you be so ignorant!"

For some unspeakable reasons, Wang's father was laid off and unemployed. In order to support his family, he could only get up early and work odd jobs to subsidize his family. The main source of income for the family was Wang's mother's meager salary. Wang Xiaoming's family life was indeed not very good during this period.

Despite this, Wang Xiaoming still lives a long life and doesn't study hard, which is also the main reason why Han Meimei, who is so angry, is angry.

"Power is like clouds to me, and money is like dirt!" Wang Xiaoming, who had figured out Han Meimei's thoughts, said a meaningful sentence. Unfortunately, Han Meimei, who didn't understand, regarded this as a ruling statement, and then the girl was completely angry. She ignored Wang Xiaoming for only a month.

"I'm irritable!" Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but sigh again.

"Brother, why don't we skip classes? I'll ask you to go and do electric!" The student in front said quickly. There are not many opportunities to curry favor with the brother, and the fat man in front seized it with a wink.

"Don't go!" Wang Xiaoming shook his head. Although he was a representative of bad children in the eyes of all teachers and students in the school, this so-called bad child never escaped a class, in various senses. This is also the strangest thing among the teachers of No. 65 Middle School.

"Okay." The fat man in front turned his head in disappointment, and Wang Xiaoming leaned on the table again. Thanks to the school teacher for his "care" for him. Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting in the last row, enjoyed a double table and could sleep happily every time he was in class.

But this time there was a little surprise. The noise of the class woke Wang Xiaoming from his sleep. He murmured with dissatisfaction. The noisy classroom became strangely quiet, and then everyone's voices never dared to rise up again.

The math teacher in class sighed and shook his head. As a teacher, he could not stop the students from making noise during class. Instead, he had to rely on the worst students in the class to maintain order. This made him not feel sad as a teacher.

When Wang Xiaoming woke up, he yawned a big yawn. He could no longer sleep and looked bored at the math teacher who was starting to teach again. He stretched out his right foot and gently kicked the fat man in front of him on the stool.

The fat man who suddenly suffered a heavy kick quickly turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with brother?"

"What's the matter? Come here." Wang Xiaoming supported his head with his left hand and stretched out his right hand to wave to the fat man.

The little fat man looked back and looked at the math teacher who didn't care about it. Then he gritted his teeth, crawled under the table and slowly climbed over.

Giving up a seat to the little fat man who came beside him, Wang Xiaoming asked in a low voice: "What did you discuss so loudly just now?"

"Brother, don't you know?" The fat man looked surprised and looked at Wang Xiaoming's impatient look and said he was beaten: "Just just now, someone came to the news, Americans, they bombed our embassy with missiles!"

"What's the matter? The embassy was blown up?" Wang Xiaoming asked curiously.

"Yes, I heard that many people died!" the fat man said in surprise.

"Zhu Zhenchao stands behind!" The math teacher, who was shocked by the little fat man's voice, shouted unbearably, and then glared at Wang Xiaoming who didn't care at all.

Looking at the fat guy who got up, Wang Xiaoming asked casually: "What did they use to blow it up?"

"The missile seems to be a Scud missile, which flew over and exploded thousands of kilometers away!" The fat man replied and hurriedly threw it behind.

Wang Xiaoming, who was not interested, yawned again, and then seemed to think of something, and was stunned. What was the fat man just now saying? Missiles? Thousand kilometers? Thousands?!

When the bell rang and the teacher left the classroom, Wang Xiaoming grabbed the fat man who was about to return to his seat and asked, "Did you just say how many thousands of kilometers can the missiles hit?"

The little fat man looked at Wang Xiaoming for some reason: "Yes, what's wrong with Brother?"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly raised his mind: "What missile? How powerful is it?"

The little fat man said uncertainly: "It should be a Scud missile. I heard from my dad that thing is so powerful!" The little fat man gestured for a range, then felt uncertain, and pointed to the teaching building and said, "It can blow up our school in about one shot!"

A single shot blows up the school? Wang Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this. Then he looked at the fat man with a suspicion: "Are you sure? Can the missile have such great power?"

"Really big brother!" The little fat man who felt that he was questioned said with a grievance: "The missile is powerful! Of course, they are not the most powerful, there are even more powerful!"

"There are even more powerful?" Wang Xiaoming became more suspicious. He asked undeniably: "What's more powerful?"

"Atomic bomb!" said the little fat man excitedly, "Brother, you don't know that the atomic bomb is super powerful. Well, one can blow up the entire city in about one! Well, it may be two..." The little fat man was a little uncertain.

"Atomic Bomb?" Wang Xiaoming subconsciously took a deep breath. Although he suspected that the little crawler in front of him was talking big, the effect was too exaggerated! Wang Xiaoming knew how big the city he was in was. Although he could do it completely destroy it, the process was not easy at all. The most important thing is that after the destruction, the original body would have to rest for a while.

"The atomic bomb is not the most powerful!" Fearing that Wang Xiaoming was not irritated, the fat man showed off again: "I heard from my dad that our country has more powerful weapons. What is the name? Red bomb? No, by the way, it is a blue bomb! That's the name! It's more powerful than an atomic bomb. It is said that one can hold dozens of atomic bombs!"

Dozens of atomic bombs were pushed? Wang Xiaoming completely turned into a fool's face. The fat man's words today shocked this alien species, which made him really stunned.
Chapter completed!