Chapter 98: Meet the Overpass Again
"Siwen, do you like Zhai Da?"
Lu Zetao had been watching the fight for a long time and spoke for the first time. The scene was quite quiet for a while.
As if afraid that Lu Siwen would evade the question, Lu Zetao added, "I mean the kind of liking you would have as a friend."
After saying that, both parents observed Lu Siwen's expression.
But unexpectedly, after a brief moment of surprise, Lu Siwen did not show any panic or shy expression, but began to think about the matter seriously.
Finally, he shook his head, as if he wasn't sure: "It's not love... probably not..."
Having said that, the first person that came to my mind was not Zhai Da, but the girl on the back seat of the bicycle who came with Zhai Da's mother that day.
Lu Zetao: "But you have a good impression of me, right?"
This time Lu Siwen could no longer deny it.
Admiration, envy, admiration, respect...these are all good feelings.
Lu Siwen nodded without hesitation, admitting that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Zhai was such an outstanding student...
"Then Dad asks you a second question. Do you not want to go abroad anymore?"
"husband!"
"Let me finish my question."
Lu Zetao ignored Qian Yarong's protest and waited for his daughter's answer.
This time, Lu Siwen thought about it for a longer time, and finally nodded cautiously: "I'm worried that I won't be able to adapt to going abroad..."
Lu Zetao temporarily put the book away.
Her tone was calm, and there was no discernible bias. "It's inevitable that you'll feel uncomfortable adapting to a new environment. Your family has been preparing for this overseas trip for years, both mentally and financially. You haven't objected in our discussions over the past two years. If you change your mind at this late stage, it will be very difficult for your mother."
Lu Siwen suddenly felt very uncomfortable...but he could only nod.
She also had a lot of grievances... She had no idea what it meant to go abroad before... How old was she then?
But she couldn't tell...
Qian Yarong folded her arms:
"Your third mock exam score was 390. I asked a friend, and if we only consider the cutoff score, it's probably in the same league as Southeast University or Nanjing University. Do you know where they rank in the global university rankings?"
Lu Siwen shook his head.
"They don't have a ranking, just the latest list for this year."
"Even universities like Tsinghua and Peking University, which are on the list, can't even compare to universities in Brazil and Argentina. Siwen, we're all doing this for your own good. So many people want to go abroad but can't find the way. They don't have the conditions!"
Under the pressure of real-time data, Lu Siwen gradually lost the courage to refute and lowered his head to accept the education.
After asking the two questions, Lu Zetao seemed to no longer get involved in the argument and just continued reading.
Occasionally, when I see something interesting, I will take out a pen from my chest pocket and make a note of it.
"The sky is most beautiful when it is about to get dark, and love is most decadent when it is about to fall in love but has not yet fallen in love. It is so well written..."
There were only four words on the cover of the book: "The Long Lu Journey". Before mailing it out, Lu Zetao had copied the first half of the book with Zhai Da's consent. He had already read it three times.
He is absorbing the "literary spirit" and trying to find the feeling.
...
The Lu family's dinner ended on a rather unhappy note, as one of the arguing parties seemed to have given in.
Lu Siwen returned to his room with a heavy heart.
Ragdoll cats always follow their little masters, as usual in Lu Si
Wen Guangjie rubbed his calf, as if he could sense that his little master was in a bad mood.
Lu Siwen sat on the bed for a while, then simply lay back and threw himself on the soft mattress.
The highly elastic mattress swayed slightly, revealing the girl's usually subtle plumpness.
Lu Siwen raised his hand to block the glaring light from the ceiling and muttered to himself:
"By the way, I haven't replied to Zhai yet..."
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The next morning, Zhai Da still didn't receive a reply from Lu Siwen, but he was not worried. He knew he would always meet her at school or on the way to school.
Perhaps he was wondering how to refuse the offer of over 10,000 yuan? Zhai Da wasn't sure.
However, when he arrived at school and immersed himself in studying, he forgot about this matter again. There were still ten days left before the college entrance examination. If you count the three days of vacation for preparation as usual, there would be even less time for classes.
Therefore, teachers of various subjects stepped up their intensity as if their gym memberships were about to expire.
The four kings of "Chinese, Mathematics, English and Physics" divide up the students' day completely. There are fifteen minutes between classes. The previous class is delayed by seven minutes, and the next class starts seven minutes early.
The extra minute is used for students to practice the 100-meter run, go to the toilet, and challenge the limits of their horizons.
Of course, everything is based on "self-motivation". No one will say anything if you are really late at this time.
In the afternoon, Ding Rong delayed the last Chinese class for more than ten minutes. After finally hearing the word "get out of class dismissed", Zhai Da hadn't even finished stretching when he heard Ding Rong call him:
"Zhai Da, come to my office with me."
Zhai Da had no choice but to get up and leave.
In his previous life, when Zhai Da heard “Come to my office”, he would shudder and immediately start to check himself to see what had happened.
I am much calmer now. As the top student in the school, the teachers have to help cover up any problems. This is called my duty.
In the office, some teachers were already eating, and the air smelled of food.
Ding Rong brought Zhai Da to her workstation:
"You only have a few days left in your school life. June 3rd is the last day of classes, and then you'll have three days off to go home and prepare for exams. The school plans to hold a mobilization meeting on the 3rd, or you can call it a graduation ceremony."
Zhai Da nodded and waited for the next words. He had this memory in his previous life. Almost every school had this experience, but the time was different. Some happened very early, as early as the first semester of senior year, and some happened very late, as late as the last two days.
It all depends on the principal's mood.
"Didn't you get first place in the grade in the third mock exam? And you're a prime example of someone who has accumulated a lot of experience before finally making a breakthrough. The school wants you to speak at the mobilization meeting as a representative of outstanding students."
This was a bit beyond Zhai Da's expectations. Before he knew it...
Have I become a representative of outstanding students? It seems like such a distant concept.
Perhaps Ding Rong also found it somewhat miraculous, and she smiled and said, "I never thought that in my first time as a homeroom teacher, I would actually have a 'big shot' like you. I used to hear that boys tend to start their strength later and become more powerful in the latter half of the race, but I thought it was a joke."
"Don't worry about your speech affecting your studies. It won't be complicated. Just read from the script. It's already prepared for you. It's a maximum of three minutes long."
Zhai Da nodded. If that was the case, there seemed to be no need for him to refuse, so he accepted the job.
Just as he was about to leave, Zhai Da suddenly turned around and said, "Well, if I write
Where is the manuscript?"
"Still, you should focus on studying and don't distract yourself."
"It's not a big deal. I write good essays. Have you forgotten?"
"Okay, but I need to review it. After all, it's a public speech."
Zhai Da made an "OK" gesture and turned away.
Ding Rong burst out laughing. Sometimes when she communicated with Zhai Da, she really didn't feel like she was talking to a 17 or 18-year-old student.
Teachers are always more impressed by the first time they serve as class teachers. At least for the child Zhai Da, she feels that she will never forget him even when she is seventy years old.
This generation of children is also her "youth" that she can never go back to.
I believe that Zhai Da will also become a frequent visitor mentioned by Ding Rong, and will appear in the education of every class of younger students in the future.
It is even a "legend" mentioned by teachers of every subject.
After packing his schoolbag and leaving the classroom, Zhai Da blended into the noisy campus, wondering whether he should go to the Internet cafe to play and download some new songs for his [Dynamic MP3].
There aren't many songs of the original owner that can be used. Even though the rhythm is exciting and cheerful, love and romance occupy the majority of the songs.
Considering the powerful effect of [Dynamic MP3], it is better to choose songs carefully.
When passing by the bus stop, Zhai Da actually met the little girl from yesterday, but this time she was with her mother. There must be a cram school nearby where the little girl attends, and she waits for the bus at the same time every day.
Zhai Da raised his eyebrows at the little girl from more than ten meters away. The little girl waved happily, and the two of them greeted each other.
After Zhai Da left, the little girl's mother realized where her daughter had been staring and asked, "Maomao, who are you looking at?"
The little girl pointed in a general direction: "Someone I know! The one who gave Dad flowers!"
The woman's expression immediately turned serious. She looked in the direction her daughter's hand was pointing. "Who? Who gave Dad flowers?"
"The blue and white one!"
The woman swept her murderous eyes over, naturally ignoring Zhai Da in school uniform, and her gaze was fixed on a woman in a blue and white dress.
Humph! Very good! Very good!
I immediately sent a text message: "Divorce if you want! The child is mine!"
...
Three seconds later, a scream was heard from an office several kilometers away:
"What the hell!?"
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Zhai Da didn't know that he had inadvertently become a troublemaker. He was playing with playing cards in his hand and stepped onto the overpass that he passed by every day.
As the seasons progress, the overpass that I used to pass by at dusk, now offers a different view.
Because it faces almost the widest road in Dongyang County, the view is wide. Every time you pass by the bridge, you can see the sunset and the red sun at the end of the traffic.
Steel and concrete turned into black silhouettes, and the flowers, plants and trees were dyed a warm golden color.
A short-haired girl stood alone on the edge of the overpass, leaning forward slightly, staring into the distance in a daze.
This picture reminded Zhai Da of a saying: All bridges are warm because they make rivers no longer sad.
The same should apply to overpasses, where traffic also flows.
Zhai Da teased him and walked behind him:
"What's wrong? Are you thinking about whether you have it or not? Do you love it?"
The girl with short hair turned her head, which surprised Zhai Da.
Lu Siwen's eyes were red.
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