He fulfilled his promise and was admitted to the special class. His overall score was second only to Fujiwara Kako and Yachiyo Shizuya in the special class.

Youjia groaned and kicked his stinky brother.

Her grades were not enough, she couldn't get into the special class, and she felt like losing to her brother.

Qingkong's grades are enough, but she still doesn't want to go to the special class, and for her now, it's not that important whether she can get in or not.

There is a serious phenomenon of partiality in Huawu, Chinese and history scores are top-notch in the whole grade, but subjects such as mathematics and physics can only be said to barely pass.

Walnut was almost repeated, although I didn't care about it at all.

As for Gutegawa, his performance is still stable and not outstanding, but his grades are better than last year when he entered the school. Last year he was the 29th in the grade, and this year he squeezed into the top ten, also in the general department.

Furutegawa took Qianxia to the special class with Mr. Glasses, and listened to the lecture style of the teacher of the special class... The progress of the course is at least 50% faster than that of the general class, and the densely packed schedule also explains Why can't I see the students in the special class on the way to and from school.

They finish class at seven o'clock in the evening, or they can stay at school until nine o'clock, and then there will be a school car to take them home.

The teacher on the podium quickly wrote on the blackboard some rules and regulations of the premium class, as well as some matters that parents need to pay attention to, hoping to give the child the greatest support so that the child can devote himself wholeheartedly to the sprint of the prestigious school.

Even the teacher posted a nutritional recipe by himself, which was so strict and detailed that it made people's hair stand on end.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a white pie in the world.

Gu Techuan deeply understands the importance of the school cafeteria.

He turned his head to look at Qianxia who was sitting next to him. As the top student in this year's enrollment list, he was especially concerned by the teachers. The school even offered a contract. If the grades of parallel high schools in Wenjing District are top-notch, she will receive a generous scholarship every year. If she is admitted to that prestigious school as she wishes, the university tuition fees will also be borne by the school.

This contract is quite attractive, but at the same time, the pressure it brings is equal to this contract. He read it once and scratched his head several times.

Lu Ye's teaching staff can only be said to be above average in Wenjing, where there are many colleges and universities, but he requires his students to beat the crowd in terms of grades and represent the school in the examination room...not to compete in martial arts.

This year, it seems that only Kazuko Fujiwara signed the contract, but the situation seems to be not good. After the spectacle gentleman no longer has the troubles of clubs and his girlfriend has graduated, his heart has completely settled down, and he has started to work hard. After entering the university, he went to find his beloved senior Xiaoli. In order to force himself, he also took the initiative to sign such a similar contract with the school.

After Qianxia saw the contract, she didn't immediately make a decision. She communicated with her family first, and after confirming that she could make up her own mind, she didn't even think about it, and signed her name directly: Ishikawa Qianxia.

But at this moment, looking at the little girl who has always been as calm as the sea, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: These days, the "roll" is really in power.

Chapter 179

After holding the parent-teacher meeting for Qian Xia, Gu Techuan rushed back to the teaching building where the general department was.

Already in the second year of high school, the classroom was moved to the second floor, and the classes were re-divided.

Hua Wu still chose the liberal arts unswervingly, perhaps because she was worried that he would be unhappy, so when filling out the entry form, she always had plausible words: "I really love hair, stay away from mathematics! Look at Mr. Fujiwara, who is older than 87 years old. Like [-]."

For a comprehensive scholar like Qingkong, there is no difference in liberal arts and science, and he has the freedom to choose subjects that only a scholar can have.

Youjia wants to enter Wenjing’s special department in the future, as an unremarkable clerk, close to home, occasionally busy but mostly idle, very suitable for eating and drinking, and a clerk does not need to make financial statements, and also Specialized knowledge of physical chemistry is not particularly required.

Hu Tao didn't bother with this issue at all. Like Qingkong, she also had the right to choose subjects freely, and it was the same for her.

As for the little priest, after learning that they had filled out the same entry form, he chose science without hesitation. He didn't want to see this group of... men and women getting bored every day.

But after he finished filling out the form, Mr. Glasses, who was also joining in the fun, suddenly said: "If you go to another class alone, then there is no one to warm up with you in physical education class?"

The little priest was staring at the form. After looking at it for three seconds, he got up silently and went to Mr. Fujiwara to ask for a new form.

It's not that I'm worried about people I didn't know in gym class, it's just that it's inconvenient if I don't go to lunch together.

In the second grade of high school, Liberal Arts Department, Liberal Arts Class [-].

Furutegawa knocked on the door and walked in. Under the watchful eyes of Hanabi, Walnut, Yuka, Qingkong, and the little priest, he walked over and sat on the only vacant seat.

On the podium, Mr. Fujiwara, who was still the class teacher, said slowly: "Okay, let's choose the class monitor first, the deputy class monitor... Furutegawa-kun, you can continue to be the class monitor of physical education."

"it is good……"

Teacher Fujiwara nodded, looked around the class, and said in a low voice, "Is there anyone who volunteers to be the monitor?"

A group of people look at me, I look at you, no one speaks, and it's not the time for the kids who just arrived at school downstairs, who don't know anyone.

Mr. Fujiwara picked up the roster, adjusted his glasses, and started to roll the roll: "Tomoe Sakura, would you like to be the monitor?"

"Huh?" The girl with the ponytail who was called was stunned. She pointed at herself in disbelief, then looked towards the clear sky, her face flushed and she was in a hurry, but she seemed unwilling.

Fujiwara-sensei started calling another name.

At the beginning of the new semester, except for special classes, the general situation is like this: representatives of each subject, class monitor and deputy class monitor are elected, new textbooks are distributed, self-introduction is made, and the first class has passed in such a noisy manner.

The focus of the liberal arts class is completely different from that of science. There are many knowledge points that need to be memorized. It is not easier than science, but it is not bad, and you can hold it.

When it was lunch break at noon, Furutegawa and his friends left the classroom together and rushed to the cafeteria. On the first day of school, there was no lunch box.

While eating, Furutegawa suddenly remembered the Dabieye Buddhist altar that he had customized yesterday, and turned to ask Qingkong, "Uncle, what's his name?"

Qingkong put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said seriously: "Sanriyue is rich."

"Pfft..." The noodles almost jumped out of Furutegawa's nostrils.

Youjia Huawu and Hu Tao looked at him in bewilderment, and the little priest sitting opposite him took out a handkerchief expressionlessly and wiped the foam off his face.

Qing Kong was also a little puzzled: "What's wrong with your name?"

"It's all right." Furutegawa shook his head again and again, his face darkened: "It's a good name." No wonder his father-in-law refused to say it.

Qingkong hummed and said: "The grandfather who gave the name said the same thing, saying that these two Chinese characters are very auspicious. My father went to China to study when he grew up. When he came back, he told grandpa that the name is indeed auspicious, but can it be changed? , Grandpa was very angry when he heard that, and beat him up."

"Oh!" Furutegawa immediately understood why his father-in-law refused to tell him his name.

Looking at him, Qingkong always felt that something was weird, but she didn't think much about it, and said again: "My name was named by my father, and it sounds beautiful to say 'Liangxia Qingkong', don't be like him, listen Although very rich..."

Furutegawa couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped the table and laughed.

Youjia, Huawu and Hutao looked at him strangely, unable to grasp the point of laughter.

But when he mentioned the name, Youjia put down his chopsticks and recalled: "I heard from my mother that when we were born, my father was watching a baseball game at home. At that time, his favorite team and his favorite players won. He kept shouting 'best, best' happily... After we were born, he slapped his head and thought of the names 'Yuka' and 'Sorata', um, by the way, 'Sora Too' name comes to mind when a player he likes loses."

This time, everyone except Furutegawa laughed.

Even if they don't play a national sport like baseball, they know something about it.

Hu Tao next to him smiled and said, "It's easy to say the names of me and Xiaowang. My father found out from the book. We have a brother above us... don't mention it, anyway, he always complains that the name is not good. , My father took this matter to heart, and spent a while looking through the books, but it was a waste of time."

Youjia asked curiously, "What's your brother's name?"

"Bai Chuancheng is actually a very common name."

They all looked at Hua Wu.

Hua Wu was a little embarrassed: "My mother said that my name was also given by my father...but I don't know why it is called Hua Wu."

The only impression she has of that old man now is that he left a name for her.

The last Furutegawa is left.

Seeing his friends all looking over, he murmured and said, "Furutegawa is the surname of Uncle Ken, and Aunt Akiba said that meeting me in the mountains was arranged by God, so she called God..." He paused, His fingers crossed the void, leaving ice marks, and continued: "My real name is Shen Jian, and this is the word 'Shen'..." He drew a stroke in the void.

After finishing writing, he smiled and said: "Also known as Shen Yueqing, the character '月' is my seniority when I practiced with Master, and 'Qing' is the Dao name given to me by Master. He hopes that I will maintain a clear Dao heart all my life. "

"God sees, Shen sees, Shen Yueqing, uh..." You Jia was a little dazed.

Hu Tao said thoughtfully: "You are indeed a person with a great inheritance. I heard from my master that only the great sects with ancient and long traditions have such a name, and in those great sects, there are terrible secrets. guy."

The others understood this sentence and nodded in agreement.

Gu Techuan recalled the master in the previous life, as well as the senior sister, and the warm embrace of the senior sister, and also sighed: "Maybe..."

I don't know if I will see them again one day.

After they had lunch, they didn't linger outside and went back to the classroom directly. Today is the first day of freshmen's enrollment, and countless clubs, large and small, are trying their best to recruit new students. There is a saying: " Dirty work is tiring, fresh and fresh, and the club funds are spent by the seniors, with a horizontal comment: the club is home."

When passing by the vestibule, several people seem to have entered a talent market, bustling with childish little ones everywhere, after seeing them, they would still greet their seniors, Gutegawa was only worried that he didn't put a handful of milk candy in his pocket.

The seniors of the third year have already graduated, and the second year of senior high school has become the new third year of senior high school. Because of the cultural characteristics, they basically belong to the group who can walk sideways in school, but there are some exceptions this year. They met the juniors who were newly promoted to the second year of high school He will take the initiative to stand in the corner, crouch down with his head in his arms, regardless of whether anyone is watching.

Guatechuan didn't care either.

Probably the story of the two boys who taught me a while ago spread, anyway, it's like this when they come and go.

The people next to him looked at his usual reaction, and suddenly figured out why he didn't make very good same-sex friends when he was in Nagano. Even now, among the few people who have a good relationship, one is him The children of the uncle's friend's family, one is the younger brother of his girlfriend, and the other is the director of operations at the special division headquarters who has a cooperative relationship.

But Furutogawa himself has never cared much about it. If he doesn’t have friends of the same sex, then he doesn’t have them. Anyway, he has girlfriends, and there are more than one. Busy and chaotic", everything is harmonious.

...After the first day of class ended, Furutegawa Shinmi followed Mr. Fujiwara back to the office. It didn't take long before he came back with a stack of leave slips, which made several friends quite speechless.

Throughout the long history, no student dared to take a long vacation so recklessly, but Furutegawa did so, and it was the first day of the new semester!

On the way home, Furutogawa roughly explained the reason to a few of his beloved girls: Many things that were scheduled have already been done, whether it is finding Uncle Fugui and Aunt Liangxia, or taking care of Qianxia's entrance exam, everything has been done perfectly , and then he will continue to move towards the road of God. While becoming stronger, he will also find Shuren Xia Mu by the way, and... there is still a battle waiting for him.

At night, he entered the quiet room, sat cross-legged, immersed in his thoughts, and then took out the fragment of the "sword" divine seal, and pondered it carefully.

This fragment gave him a lot of insights in the way of swordsmanship, and at the same time, he had a lot of understanding of the existence of the "God" at the top. Anyway, Beiyu Jianzun said, as long as you don't eat it, it doesn't matter, you can rest assured enlightenment.

In the middle of the night, he "woke up", got up and stretched his muscles and bones, then went downstairs with bare feet, and habitually walked to the clear room, but at this time, a spiritual light suddenly shot out from the altar enshrined in the altar.

The tall and tall Mikazuki Fuki held his sleeves, looked at Furukawa who was touching the doorknob of his daughter's bedroom, and said in silence, "I have something to tell you."

Furukawa withdrew his hand calmly: "Okay, Uncle Fugui."

Sanriyue Fugui who had just turned around paused, and the corners of her eyes visibly twitched.

Chapter 180 Challenge

In the quiet room on the second floor, Furutokawa and Fuki Mikazuki sat facing each other.

Perhaps it was the aftereffect of the "uncle rich and noble" just now, which made this ghost uncle hold his sleeves and was speechless for a long time.

Guatechuan had no choice but to ask first: "Are you still used to living in the new house?"

The Buddhist altars he entrusted to order include flower and bamboo forests, stone mountain pavilions, and even a circulating water system, as well as family-style altars, which jumped directly from Dabieye to a manor.

"...The new house is very nice, please worry about it."

Guate Chuan said again: "Tomorrow I'm going on a long trip. I just wanted to talk to Qing Kong just now. Don't think too much about it. She should still be reading now."

Uncle Phantom held his sleeves and sighed: "You are all grown up, and you are going to get married in two years. Uncle is not a pedantic person. I called you this time because I really have something to say."

Getting to the point, Furutegawa tilted his ears slightly and listened carefully.

Uncle Ghost stared at him, and said slowly, "You, are you going to that place?"

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