Chapter 84: Why don’t you eat Langmeixian!
After parting with Lu Siwen and returning to the classroom, I saw my deskmate Lin Shuyao lying on the table.
Many boys in the class looked at Zhai Da, their eyes empty of emotion, filled with jealousy.
But there was one person who was different.
Zhai Da was about to continue studying when Chu Xiang suddenly said from behind him, "Zhai Da, why don't you eat Langweixian? Don't you like it?"
Zhai Da looked back at him in confusion: "What's this about Lang Meixian? How slutty is she?"
Chu Xiang: "It's...it's puffed food!"
Lin Shuyao, lying on the ground, looked as quiet as if he had been dead for three days.
Zhai Da was puzzled: "Do you know why Lao Tzu wrote the Tao Te Ching?"
"What do you mean? Why?"
"Because I want to! Do I need your permission just because I don't like puffed food?"
Chu Xiang keenly caught the key words: "Then what do you like?"
I'll buy it for Shu Yao and let Shu Yao earn back his face!
Zhai Da teased: "I like thin legs."
Chu Xiang: ...
Lin Shuyao suddenly kicked his legs and changed from sitting upright to sitting with his legs stretched out.
Zhai Da quickly added, "But it has to be with the right person."
Lin Shuyao retracted his legs again.
The whole person is like the Twin Towers in 2001, seemingly still standing, but actually already smoking!
Chu Xiang: ...
Did you adjust my goddess key position?
In the back row of the classroom, Fan Junwei was holding a shiny razor.
Just now, when Zhai Da asked him to help buy snacks, he gave him this razor.
It’s not a gift because it’s a loan and I have to return it later.
Zhai Da asked Fan Junwei to pay attention to his image and shave every day so that he would look more energetic. He didn't say anything else.
Fan Junwei subconsciously touched the beard on his fat face. Few boys of this age have untidy beards, but everyone's physique is different, and some people will grow a thick layer of fuzz, which is not good-looking.
He usually looks a bit slovenly, and the beard on his face is a big reason.
Fan Junwei thought that Zhai Da wanted him to have a better image in school, so he accepted this small suggestion from his friend.
However, he did not recognize that this was the item he picked up in front of him that day. After all, Zhai Da only searched for several hours that day and could not remember clearly.
The afternoon study continued as usual, but before evening self-study, the head teacher Ding Rong distributed the "three model" test notice.
This will be the last major exam before the college entrance examination. The time has actually been set a long time ago, but time spent on campus always makes people forget the urgency.
Unlike the province-wide coordinated subject level tests, all students take the tests at their own school, with first and second year high school students having two days off.
According to the established rules, after the third mock exam, all schools will no longer arrange unified exams to avoid affecting students' mentality. And for ordinary students, the difference between the third mock exam scores and the college entrance examination scores will not be very large.
And because it is organized by each school, it also means that this will be
Zhai Da fought alone, and Lu Wei had no chance to participate.
On the podium, Ding Rong said, "Everyone, adjust your mindset and don't be nervous. You'll have a day off after the exam."
Zhai Da thought that the Woolen Textile Middle School was still not good enough... It was a crappy school. It was the third mock exam and they still had a day off like the second mock exam.
Those top high schools would like to weld their school gates shut.
Hmm...the windows are probably welded shut too.
The polarization in the class has become more serious. Happy Brother, who has completely given up, doesn't care about the number of mock tests he gets. Even if he tries his best, he will still get that little point. Instead, he is looking forward to the day off.
Those who are still studying are nervous and worried about losing a few points.
In fact, today...there are only 53 people left in the class of 58, and two more students faced the reality after the subject level test and completely gave up their studies.
By the end of the third mock exam, there will be even fewer people. Zhai Da remembers that there were only more than 40 people in the class on the eve of the college entrance examination.
This is General High School.
The divergence of fate has actually begun long ago.
To be precise, people's destiny is constantly being divided, with some people passively accepting it while others actively reconcile.
After Ding Rong left, the class became noisy again.
Zhai Da took out the [High School Mathematics Book (Lu Wei Edition)] and continued studying.
There is no point in talking more, just do it!
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At night, in the only villa community in Dongyang County.
When Lu Siwen returned home, he was still immersed in the unavoidable "TOEFL course". The fashionable female teacher was picked up by a special car again.
In the tea room on the first floor belonging to Lu Zetao, the handsome old man had been sitting alone with a cup of tea and a book for the entire evening.
He has a successful family, but he himself does not play a major role in the business. His decisive wife Qian Yarong has been a person with a strong sense of career and control since she was young.
To be precise, it is because of the strong desire for control that leads to a strong sense of career. After the two of them started their business together and gradually made progress, year by year they evolved from "man is strong and woman is weak" to "equally matched" and then to "woman is strong and man is weak", which was a gradual process.
Of course, Lu Zetao has also come to terms with it. He believes that self-consistency is the most important thing for a person, so in recent years his energy and focus have gradually shifted towards another identity: "writer."
Essentially, it's the same as those wealthy middle-aged people who suddenly start tinkering with weird things.
Growing flowers, raising fish, raising dogs, and raising people.
The door of the tea room was pushed open. Qian Yarong looked at her husband and knew that he had been reading for the whole afternoon.
She could accept Lu Zetao's current situation. After all, she had taken over the management of his career, so he had to have a hobby to kill time.
It’s better to indulge in the “feel-good” dream of being a writer than to go out and hang out with young girls, right?
As for herself? She did admire "artistic flair" in her youth, which had brought them together, but now that sentiment had faded, and now that she was older, she saw it as nothing but dull and meaningless.
“What are you looking at?
”
Lu Zetao said without even looking up: "Student Siwen's novel."
Qian Yarong sat across from Lu Zetao and frowned, "That boy named Zhai? Did you see him?"
Lu Zetao nodded. "He's quite gifted in literature. No... it's not an exaggeration to call him a genius. I was going to send it to the publisher today, but I couldn't bear to. I want to read it again and study why he wrote so well... maybe it's because of the influence of the literary star."
Qian Yarong was somewhat helpless: "I was asking how you met that little boy."
"Did your precious daughter ask me for help this morning? She said Zhai Da wrote a novel and wanted me to recommend it to a publisher. I asked her to show it to me, but she said she couldn't read it yet..."
Lu Zetao laughed when he said this: "I was wondering who made Siwen care so much about him, so I might as well follow her wishes and talk to her in person."
Although Lu Zetao is not very busy, it depends on who the time is given to. If he was not a little curious about the relationship between Zhai Da and Lu Siwen, he would not have made the trip.
All fathers are the same.
I'm afraid of thieves, and I'm also afraid of no thieves.
"Then what?"
“I thought it was ordinary at first... Now, I think it’s amazing...”
Lu Zetao's wife and he each poured a cup of Kung Fu tea. "Honestly, if I were at this age, even without considering gender issues, if a friend around me wrote something like this, I would also try to help him get it published. I think this kind of gold deserves to be seen by more people."
Qian Yarong obviously disagreed... After all, when Lu Zetao described his own works, he was extremely exaggerated, almost saying that he was the contemporary Zhou Shuren.
The delicate teacup was emptied in one gulp, leaving a faint lipstick mark. "Don't you think that as a father, you should focus more on the relationship between the two of you?"
Lu Zetao recalled the "intimate interaction" between the two young people on the overpass. He felt a little uncomfortable at the time, but shook his head and said, "Actually, it's okay. My judgment is that there is no such sign..."
"Besides, it wouldn't be a big deal to communicate more with such an outstanding young man. His writing is truly excellent..."
Qian Yarong laughed and said, "What's the use of having good writing skills..."
"Siwen wants to study finance abroad. That's the future trend. I've already agreed with you that the general direction must not change. You should have her spend more time on the TOEFL instead of playing writing games with her peers... What's the point of Chinese? English is the international language!"
Lu Zetao raised his head and looked at his wife calmly, with many thoughts flashing through his mind.
But in the end he just said:
"If you think this is right, go ahead and do it yourself, but I remind you, be careful of the opposite effect."
Qian Yarong stopped protesting.
A big part of the reason why this family can maintain harmony is Lu Zetao's tolerance.
And when he is serious occasionally, he can calm his wife down.
"I know my daughter well and she will make the right choice."
“You also have to make the right choice.”
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