Chapter 9: Being late and seeing classmates who are also late at the school gate is the most reassuring moment in life
Song Ming thanked him for sharing and said no thanks.
So farmer Lin bent down again to harvest the harvest, and he really didn't even spare the stones.
After cleaning up all the wood, Lin Zhusheng took a round of inspection and went to find the manager to inspect the results.
The manager was also the person who was in charge of registration before. When he saw the empty place, he couldn't help but adjust the frame of his monocle. He checked again and again, and confirmed through the tree stumps still on the ground that this was indeed the task area that had been divided before.
Not only were the trees gone, but there didn't seem to be many stones on the ground. When he took a look, he only saw a disciple with an expectant look on his face, and another person following the disciple, Song Ming, who had a complicated expression on his face.
I didn't recognize who had done this and didn't know whether to say it was a cleanup or a place where locusts passed through. The manager did his job conscientiously and didn't ask any more questions, and handed over the reward in person.
Two hundred silver coins and a random small prop in a circle.
Without rushing to confirm the small prop, Lin Zhusheng stuffed it into his sleeve and put it away. After thanking the manager, he turned around and divided the spoils with his fellow disciples, splitting the prize money in half.
Good fellow students are not short of money and really just treat you as free labor without splitting the bonus in half.
It was a very good day, and he earned another two hundred silver coins. Before it got dark, Master Lin, who had made a lot of money, said goodbye to his good fellow disciples and hurried back.
He had to go back and fix his box. I'm not bragging, but considering how clumsy his hands are, he can tinker with it for an entire night.
Before he got home and changed his clothes and got ready, he remembered the random prop he still had in his sleeve, so he finally took it out and took a look at it.
[You received: Blue hairband (protection bonus 2%) x1]
It is a rolled-up headband, white with a slightly blue edge, which looks pretty good, and most importantly, it is so small and yet it brings some added value, which is very good.
The two pieces of cloth were replaced with a new headband that was twisted around the hair.
In terms of style, there is no difference between the new headband and the previous cloth strips. Both are wrapped in a unique way and each is ugly in its own way.
Regardless of the shape, being able to keep it steady is a sign of good craftsmanship. After roughly wrapping the headband, Lin Zhusheng put his hair back, found the small parts needed to make the wooden box from the cabinet, and started working.
The window facing the bamboo forest was open, and the lamp next to the desk was on. The dim light shone through the window and fell on the slanting bamboo leaves, which were swaying, and there were constant knocking sounds coming from inside the house.
Midnight passed, the dim light finally disappeared, and the wind was filled with quiet sounds.
When people started to appear in the academy in the morning, a certain room was still quiet. The person who had been busy for half the night turned over in bed, scratched his neck and continued to sleep.
The academy gradually became lively, and the people lying on the beds started to lie flat.
The number of people outside the academy gradually decreased. The person who had been lying in bed was awakened by the sunlight and opened his eyes for the first time.
While some people were still sleeping, Song Ming had already arrived at the academy.
He was not late every day. Whether he could catch up with the teacher's class depended on how early or late he left home. The probability of catching up and being late was half and half.
He left home early today, and when he arrived at the academy, there was still some time before the classes started, and the roadside was lined with disciples heading to the school.
He did not follow them to the school. He glanced at the crowd, then withdrew his gaze and leaned against the outer wall of the academy.
People were coming and going nearby. Someone who seemed familiar with him but he had no impression of him stopped and invited him to go into the school together. He kindly reminded him, "The teacher will be here soon. Brother Song, you have to stand outside again."
The fact that he was often late was already deeply rooted in people's minds. Others passing by laughed. Song Ming also smiled, waved his hand and asked them to go first, saying, "I have something else to do."
The others then left and went up the steps.
The number of people passing by gradually decreased, and the pace of those passing by increased as they moved further back. Before the class started, only one or two people passed by, and I barely caught up.
There was a sound of air cutting through the sky, vague but very noticeable. Then the air flow disappeared. It turned out that the Master had arrived on time.
When the class starts, he is destined to sit in, as are those who have not arrived yet.
The wind blew the leaves, the shadows of the trees swayed, and occasionally birds chirped. Song Ming leaned against the wall and looked up at the leaves. He didn't know how many times he heard the birds chirping when he finally heard the faint sound of footsteps in the distance and a figure appeared in the distance.
“Hoo—Hoo—”
Lin Zhusheng arrived some time after the teacher had started teaching. He was still running around in a mess, and his breathing was so disorderly that it was better not to breathe at all.
Including today, he has been late for three consecutive days.
He spent a long time tinkering with the wooden box yesterday and went to bed too late. Snowball was afraid that he would find something strange, so he stayed up late with him. This morning, they both slept soundly and there was no wake-up service. Now he is running here, and the kitten is still sleeping in his clothes.
Being late is more of a psychological challenge. No one will understand the relief and joy of running all the way to class and then seeing your classmates at the school gate.
He stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating. He slowed down his pace instantly, walked forward leisurely, said "Qiao", and said, "You are late too."
Because he had a companion, this man was unrestrained in every step. He walked up the stairs easily and entered the academy naturally as if he was returning home. Song Ming followed and asked, "What happened today?"
Lin Zhusheng briefly recounted his glorious story of building a complete wooden box, which, combined with the dark circles under his eyes that had not gone away since the first day they met, was very convincing.
Song Ming clapped his hands twice to show his praise, took a square box from his pocket and handed it over.
Lin Zhusheng took it, lowered his head to open it, and found a small snack inside. It's a nice light green color, and the inside is pinkish, and you can smell the fragrance when you open it. Song Ming said: "My family gave it to me. I thought you would like it."
Lin Zhusheng likes any extra gift. He didn't expect that a favorability level of just over 40 would trigger the gift-sending stage. His eyes curved and he ate a bite on the spot out of courtesy.
It tastes good, with a long-lost sense of refinement that is different from the usual raw fruit, and has a slight fragrance of bamboo and peach blossoms. Raising his head slightly, he gave a thumbs up without hesitation.
Maybe it was because he praised her very much, the favorability of his good fellow student increased a little bit.
When they arrived at the school, the teacher had already started teaching for a while as expected. The only change was that there was one more brother who had to stand outside to listen to the lecture. When he saw them coming, his body trembled, and his already red face instantly turned redder and drooped quickly.
The blushing brother was so ashamed and angry for being late, but Lin Zhusheng was used to being late and came forward enthusiastically. He took Song Ming with him and had a cordial conversation with him while they ate snacks. He also handed out some fruit and tried to invite them to have breakfast together.
The influence of a super extrovert is indeed infinite. Before the blushing brother could react, the fruit was already in his hand. He looked into his eyes, and his face was all red.
He handed the fruit out effortlessly. Lin Zhusheng munched on the snack with his eyes sideways, and then he noticed that his good fellow disciple was holding a book in his hand.
He knew this book and had stayed up late to read it before. It was one of the required books for the exam.
After a brief recollection, he remembered that this person always came to the school empty-handed before, and most often held various strange weeds in his hands, but no books. So he asked, "Why did you remember to bring a book today?"
Song Ming simply said, "I brought it when I remembered it."
It was a very casual reason, and Lin Zhusheng did not doubt it. He took out a fruit from his pocket and congratulated him for finally remembering such a thing.
“…”
A few figures suddenly moved outside the window, and there was a lively celebration. The teacher in the school turned his head to look and his eyes twitched.
The glass in the classroom can only transmit sound in one direction, from inside to outside, but not from outside to inside. He can't hear the sound, but it doesn't prevent him from seeing with his naked eyes how cheerful the conversation outside is.
When the man in the middle took out the fruit and prepared to eat it, he recalled that he had not eaten these for a long time. His eyebrows twitched, and he finally couldn't help but speak, and waved his hand and said, "You three, come in."
After staying outside for two consecutive days, Lin Zhusheng was able to enter the school on his own merits.
Sitting down at the very back seat by the window, facing the constant gazes from his fellow students, he stopped eating and talking, put the book on the table, and his back was as straight as a bamboo. At a glance, he looked pretty normal, like a good student.
He was very lucky to be able to go from standing outside to sitting in the classroom. For some reason, the blushing brother lowered his head even more, as if he wanted to disappear from this world directly on the table.
Ignoring the gazes of others, Song Ming lowered his head and slowly turned the pages of the book.
The school is not like the outside world. There are no birds singing or wind blowing. There is only the sound of the teacher teaching and the occasional sound of pages turning.
The sound of flipping pages coming from one side gradually slowed down. He turned his head and looked to the side, and saw that the good student by the window had changed from sitting upright at first to supporting his face on the table with one hand to read the book, and yawned silently.
He looked away and continued to look at the book on his desk.
“…Rustles.”
Sitting in the classroom and listening to the lecture for a whole morning was really unbearable. Halfway through the class, the students in their seats began to move unconsciously, making slight noises.
There were constant noises coming from the front, but the last row was completely silent. Or rather, the people who were usually the most energetic and noisy, and who were about to start making some small movements, remained strangely quiet. Something seemed unusual, so Song Ming stopped flipping through the book and turned to look at the window.
“…”
The first thing he saw was the book standing upright, and then he saw a person with his head buried on the table.
Because she was late in the morning, she had no time to tie her long black hair, which hung down and mixed with the gray sleeves of her clothes, winding onto the cushion, in sharp contrast with her cold white skin. Her body rose and fell in a very regular rhythm.
The person regards the standing book as an insurmountable wall and sleeps soundly under the wall.
It turns out that he didn't become obedient, he just fell into a deep sleep.
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