Break Through the Steam Game Library

Today is October 2nd, 2083, Saturday, August 21st, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The outdoor temperature is 21.5 degrees Celsius, cloudy to fine, wind level three, southwest wind, if you wear a jacket without a zipper, the breeze can blow up the hem, like a superhero's little cloak, suitable for cool boys and girls to go for a walk.

The cool boy Lu Zhengkang took the cool girl Su Xiangli to the grandfather’s lair. As for another student Zhang Yingxuan, he was doing homework with Zhou Ping.

This time is different from the usual children's trip. Because there is no robot to follow, Lu Zhengkang is responsible for the safety issues and other chores-in fact, it is nothing, just carry a bag, bring some wet wipes, snacks and medicine.

Su Xiangli had been a little embarrassed since going out in the morning. Lu Zhengkang touched her forehead with her forehead and felt a little fever. After giving her a tablet of antibiotics, she slept all the way on the train, waking up once in the middle, just to eat.

Lu Zhengkang used a small spoon to deliver the rice to Su Xiangli's mouth, her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was not idle.

"Um... badass, this is not delicious." She moaned like a dream, and drilled into the back of the chair. She was so comfortable that she would snore in the next second, and opened her mouth gently after taking a bite. , Motioned for another bite.

Lu Zhengkang had a sense of joy in taking care of the younger generation, but on the surface he ridiculed Su Xiangli as a pig. She ate and slept, and slept. She is a piggy than a pig, and she slept while eating.

Su Xiangli began to scold him, muttering, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the rice grains leaked out after eating a meal, and Lu Zhengkang had to rub it a little bit.

There was an old lady reading a book in the motor car. She took off her reading glasses and looked out the window. Then she looked at Lu Zhengkang and Lu Zhengkang, who looked like a bright spring.

Lu Zhengkang turned to look at her, the old lady also smiled at him, took two pieces of toffee from the Kun bag and gave him.

Su Xiangli was eating the savory Mushu pork rice bowl, and suddenly a short column of toffee burst into her mouth. After the sugar paper melted, the sweet milky smell came out. She suddenly laughed and opened her arms, "Lu Zhengkang, You hug me."

"No." Lu Zhengkang refused directly, intending to chat with the old lady for a while. The parents are generous and gentle. At first glance, they are experienced, knowledgeable, and able to talk about things.

Su Xiangli hummed, grabbed Lu Zhengkang's sitting hand and hugged him, "I'm going to sleep."

Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes in pain, his arm being used as a pillow is a real torture experience, who knows that kind of posture. In this state, he should stop chatting with others, and still play on his mobile phone.

Look through an e-book, "Robinson Crusoe", this is the earliest farming article he has ever seen, it is really interesting, so much so that he had the illusion of living alone in the mountains.

Of course, this fantasy has never come true.

When the train arrived at the station, Lu Zhengkang could no longer feel his left arm.

Su Xiangli held the cardboard box and complained that Lu Zhengkang was not gentlemanly, "I am a girl, and the machine is so heavy."

Lu Zhengkang moved his arms, "If it weren't for you, how could the Sajia come to this point! When my hands become sore, I will surely carry on for you!"

Su Xiang became happy, "Say OK, you can hold this yourself when your hands are not sour later."

In fact, the grandfather was waiting outside the station. The old man was still cool, standing straight, his eyes were as cold as shooting a gun, no one dared to look at him for fear of being stabbed.

Su Xiangli hesitated, not really wanting to get close to Lu Xuefeng, the old man smiled reluctantly at her, took the cardboard box, and put it in the pickup truck. He returned to the two little boys holding hands, raised his hand slightly, as if he was planning to touch them, but Su Xiang drew back for a while, and she subconsciously thought that this fierce old man was going to hit her. So Lu Xuefeng retracted his hand and hid it behind him.

Lu Zhengkang grinned broadly at Grandpa, "Grandpa, I'm hungry!"

Lu Xuefeng was already familiar with him, so his expression became more and more indifferent, just saying "get in the car".

...

National Day is over.

Lu Zhengkang returned to school and was once again confined in a small classroom.

In fact, for him, there is nothing bad about the classroom. The classmates are very active and the teacher is very interesting. It is more lively than when he is at home on his mobile phone alone, but it is particularly painful because he can't use the mobile phone in the classroom.

There is not much spare time in a day, that is, there are 20 minutes of free time when doing morning exercises at 9:30. Lu Zhengkang takes advantage of this time to run the library every day.

The administrator is an old couple. The two take turns to work. The old man has a soft personality and the surname is Wen, and the old lady is the kind of acrid, the surname is Qian. Of course Lu Zhengkang likes to talk to the old man, but he always saves good words to the old lady and makes her happy, so that she will bring some snacks to Lu Zhengkang.

After half a semester, Lu Zhengkang and the two of them had basically gotten acquainted with each other, only then discovered that it was the old man who had been hiding.

He hides a pile of out-of-print paper books, including some Nobel Prize works of this century, many of which are not accessible to Lu Zhengkang, and even Lu Jiande and his wife are not necessarily eligible to buy them.

Lu Zhengkang couldn't take it out, so he could only take time to visit the library every day.

Later, he discussed with the class teacher that he could freely control one self-study class every day and the summer nap, so he would have more time to come to the library~www.readwn.com~ Time flies, Lu Zhengkang spent in the library Many happy hours.

The days that had been calm and boring were broken in the third grade. In fact, it is not broken. In November 2085, Lu Zhengkang met a book friend in the library. A first grade girl came here. She was not talkative and very polite. , Lu Zhengkang's course is different from hers, so it's not every day.

Lu Zhengkang tried to talk to her several times, but she was silent. Instead, Grandma Qian, the administrator, inquired about her. When chatting with Lu Zhengkang, I said that this freshman also came in with full marks, just like Lu Zhengkang.

"Oh, great, beautiful genius girl, cool." Lu Zhengkang quietly complained.

Su Xiangli knew that Lu Zhengkang liked to drill in the library, so she also tried to ask for leave from the class teacher, but of course she was rejected many times.

In this regard, Lu Zhengkang ridiculed mercilessly.

One day, a genius and beautiful girl came to Lu Zhengkang to speak, asking if he had finished reading a Mo Yan novel that Lu Zhengkang had borrowed.

"Do you understand Mo Yan?" Lu Zhengkang was surprised.

The genius girl shook her head honestly, "Ms. Mo Yan's article is very interesting, I will read it repeatedly."

She speaks in a very unpleasant voice, thin and sharp, with short breath, as if a small needle is piercing her eardrum. No wonder she doesn't like to talk. Lu Zhengkang first saw her a month ago, during which she met countless times and she was the first to speak. Times.

After opening the conversation, the two of them gradually got acquainted. The genius was called Meng Qijun. He was a nice name, and he grew up very well. He had long black hair with thick texture and fair skin, and a little goose-egg face, round, pity. Her voice is really unpleasant, so Lu Zhengkang always said, she silently agreed, or nodded or shook her head, at the end of the day, the words did not exceed five sentences.

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