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Su Xiang tilted his head, "Huh? Why continue?"

"Where are we talking? Oh, the words are hard to remember. I will help you and get the book."

The chair was so big, it was uncomfortable to squeeze two pairs of buttocks barely, Lu Zhengkang felt that the edge of the chair was stuck in a ditch, so he picked Su Xiangli up and placed it on his right leg.

Mei Shenglin on the side was shocked.

Lu Zhengkang frowned, "You are so heavy."

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to restart?

Su Xiangli was furious, pinched Lu Zhengkang's rib skin with his backhand and twisted desperately.

Lu Zhengkang's body shook, "It hurts, I was wrong!"

...

In Chinese class, Lu Zhengkang was called up to answer questions.

"You can talk about the characters of young Runtu and middle-aged Runtu separately. Simply talk about it." The Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man with a kind face. He has always valued Lu Zhengkang most. He feels that he has aura and can be accomplished.

Lu Zhengkang was silent for a while, let's talk, the mission must have failed again, let's not talk, it would be too embarrassing, let's lie, no matter how bad it is.

Well, Lu Zhengkang, it's time to test your language arts!

"Uh, Runtu, the character written by Mr. Lu Xun, the young man who grew up by the sea..." Good job, no hint of failure, "Junior Runtu is simple, healthy, lively, clever and brave, and has relatively rich experience," Lu Zhengkang slowly relaxes, these are all right, then there will be no mistakes next.

The Chinese teacher nodded and said yes while listening, but there was no surprise in his expression.

Lu Zhengkang: "...The middle-aged Runtu became a numb person, and his temper was smoothed by life," the Chinese teacher commented: It was right, smoothing his temper said very well, "Runtu was a typical old society farmer at that time. From him, we can see the living conditions and mental journey of the working people..."

Lu Zhengkang secretly squeezed a sweat, and finished it off, "Running soil is bound by feudal thoughts and has a strong hierarchy. Mr. Lu Xun is sympathetic to him, and at the same time he is critical. Criticize small people to criticize the entire feudal society and ethics. Uh! I'm done."

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to restart?

Lu Zhengkang sat down slowly amidst the applause led by the Chinese teacher and lowered his head.

The same table looked surprised, "You are amazing!"

"Not bad." Lu Zhengkang smiled.

...

In mathematics class, there is no problem. Lu Zhengkang knows that answering the questions himself is only speaking the answer objectively.

The math teacher unsurprisingly asked Lu Zhengkang to answer the questions on the blackboard.

For a simple binary equation, Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes and got the answer.

However, the mathematics teacher asked Lu Zhengkang to rewrite because his steps were not complete.

"Steps are very important, there are scores! Can you be so sloppy in the exam?"

Lu Zhengkang's eyes widened, "What is the process for such a simple topic!"

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to restart?

"That's not OK."

"I can't think of a step." Lu Zhengkang was a little low. He felt that his task had to be postponed to the winter vacation, but the deadline was January 10th. Isn't that a failure?

"Think a little bit."

In the end, Lu Zhengkang wrote down the problem-solving steps little by little, what xy, add, add, and subtract...

At the end of the day, Lu Zhengkang was somewhat exhausted. He has experienced the life of an adult in advance. He cannot express any subjective opinions in public. What kind of self-discipline is this-a very tiring self-discipline.

So, Mr. Rousseau is right. The primitive society is the best: Lu Zhengkang slapped for a while and realized that he was full and the primitive society was not good at all, but he was not satisfied with his life situation. That's all, I have to blame myself.

Now that he is not an adult, Lu Zhengkang comforts himself secretly. It's okay. People at each level have their own rules of survival. When he grows up, he will get used to it. Everything is natural. Modern society will not treat people. Dying.

...

In the past two days, the friends of the competition team often went to the laboratory building, so they found some wonderful places.

For example, the specimen room.

The place was locked by the door all the year round, so I could only look inward from the brown glass. There was a suspicious gleam in the room. Rows of tall lockers, bottles and cans, faint turbid water, and ups and downs. shadow.

Su Xiangli buckled his fingers and made a prayer, "Boil tells me that I must take risks when encountering challenges."

Lu Zhengkang:???Don’t you just want to sneak into the specimen room?Why are you so bold?

Zhang Yingxuan looked cautious, "Farewell, there might be corpses in there."

Yu Fei's eyes shot a strange light, "corpse?! coooooool!"

Meng Qijun pulled the corner of Lu Zhengkang's clothes, and stopped talking.

Lu Zhengkang looked up at the window sill. The glass was self-sensing, and it was tightly locked. It would even call the police if it was demolished by external force. Therefore, the only way to go in was to get the key and go in through the front door.

"Okay, kids, go away." Lu Zhengkang hissed and chased away the bad kids, like driving a big goose.

Lu Zhengkang originally thought that this was just a little adventure with no follow-up, but he didn't expect that after two days, he would get the key to the specimen room.

Shao Zhanqing pushed the glasses, "The day after tomorrow, there is an interview. After the manuscript of your work was passed to the competition group, it received a lot of response. You can say a few words at that time."

Lu Zhengkang was very unhappy. His progress bar had finally been pushed to forty-seven hours, and maybe one interview would have been abandoned.

"At that time, the media will have a manuscript, so you can just read it."

Lu Zhengkang's eyes lit up, and that's fine, "However, I have one condition."

Chapter 448 Interview Time

Lu Zhengkang originally thought it would be a beautiful reporter sister to interview, but the result was not, in fact, it was a video interview, and the reporter was just a robot.

The question to be answered sent an email in advance. Lu Zhengkang glanced at it and didn’t memorize it. These texts are like two mumbling dumplings. You can clearly feel the image, but Lu Zhengkang just can’t remember where they are. Say what.

Tangyuan A: "Excuse me...Guru, Nununu, how old are you?"

Tangyuan B: "Good question... Hutulu, six or seven?"

Tangyuan A: "Ah, humor, small, GGGGGenius, good, humor."

Tangyuan B: "Not a genius, but...struggle, work hard, vomit..."

Lu Zhengkang patted his head and looked at it again.