The days of being a writer in a different world

Because of some "unnecessary" background, Cheng Chen entered the school smoothly. After being asked a few words by the teacher in charge and taking a few small tests, he was assigned to Group B, Class 2 of the first year.

According to the grade director's tactful introduction, Group A is all students who have been admitted to Longchuan. There are 6 classes in total. Winners of the Olympiad, such as the winner of the Huaguo Youth Mathematical Cup...

As for group B, they are quite good, but the good ones are from the fathers, if you pick one, his father may be a rich man from the rich side, or a high-ranking official with power, or a celebrity in a certain field. In other words, those who can spend a lot of money to raise children are not simple people.Considering the enrollment rate, success rate, and the prestige of the school, there are only two classes in Group B, roughly divided by education level and age, and there is not much difference between one class and two classes.

From Cheng Chen's personal experience, Class 1 is crooked, and Class 2 is grotesque. His 15-year-old quasi-mentally handicapped first-year student is placed in Class 2 of Longchuan Group B, which is strangely harmonious.He stroked his hairless chin and thought about it, and sure enough, among a bunch of oddballs with "distinctive" personalities in strange clothes, this little oddity of his was inconspicuous!This school is right!

The teacher who brought him to the class randomly found a place for Cheng Chen to sit down and left. In a class, there were more than twenty children of different heights and ages, messing about, eating sunflower seeds, reading books, and listening to music. It's all quiet, some people are looking at the teacher's podium, some are chasing and playing back and forth, and a few girls are arguing together, arguing and arguing, one of them is crying, crying out of breath, desperately Shout "Do you know who my mother is?"

"Cut! Mentally retarded! You don't even know who your mother is, how would we know!" The little girl who was full of "expensive" air and adorned with lace was impatiently disgusted, which made the crying girl howl even more. Crap.

A fat boy aged seven or eight jumped onto his desk, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Ershe (I said), listen to me, everyone who chooses to be the squad leader has black hair." ([-]) Ten yuan! Black ten yuan!" The little fat red face was trembling with excitement, and the poor table was squeaking under his pressure.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the little fat man on the table frowned, took out a large handful of green tickets and waved them around, shouting, "Pick up (eight) eleven, pick up eleven, no more! We can't be black!" Conscience!"

This is full of nonsense...

Cheng Chen couldn't help laughing, and accidentally splashed his saliva on the tablemate, he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry."

Without people who are "familiar" with the details by his side, Long Chuan also pays attention to privacy, and will not disclose the background information of the students in Group B. When facing unfamiliar students, he can temporarily loosen his restraints, so there is no need to be too low-key.In the past few months, he has already smoothed his tongue in private, speaks slowly, and is able to communicate normally with people.

The deskmate was watching the little fat man spit-spattering and giving a speech with a serious face. Hearing the sound, he looked down at a little saliva on the back of his hand, then raised his head and glanced at Cheng Chen. Without saying a word, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the saliva silently. Turning around, he took out a pen and paper from his bag, wrote a note and slowly pushed it over.

On the thick and beautiful piece of paper, two fingers wide, there are three words that are not much better than a dog crawling: "It's okay."

Cheng Chen took the note speechlessly, and raised his eyes to meet the small dark eyes under the thick glasses of the other party, a little embarrassed!

"Uh, hello, my deskmate. My name is Cheng Chen." Cheng Chen introduced himself in standard Mandarin. The Mandarin in his previous life was very similar to the Mandarin here, except that the Erhua accent was less pronounced.

Another small note: "Hi deskmate, I'm Liu Hai."

Cheng Chen couldn't help but look at the "bangs" at the same table. The boy was a little thin, with thick black hair, but he didn't have any special forehead bangs.

"My name is Liu Hai, isn't it..." Before Cheng Chen could read the third note clearly, someone snatched it. Looking at the thin note, she said disdainfully: "You dumb pretending is useless for the rest of your life. If you can rely on pretending to have talent, hum, then I can grow wings and fly!"

As she spoke, she picked up the thick textbook and patted it on Liu Hai's head.The girl turned her head and smiled like a flower, and said to the stunned Cheng Chen: "Hey! Big man, ignore him, this guy has a wrong brain."

Liu Hai covered his head and wrote quickly, then tearfully held up a small piece of paper, and solemnly spread out his hands: "Women can't be reasoned with!"

The result of the provocation was very serious. Cheng Chen couldn't bear to watch the seven or eight-year-old girl be violent, and he didn't help the tablemate. Well, beating is kissing and scolding is love. The acquaintance is fate, and the little benefactor did not kill the dragon If you have the courage to provoke the female tyrannosaurus, you must have the courage to bear the consequences!

爱写纸条装哑巴的男孩终于破功，“哇”地一声哭了出来：“苏果，你再揍我，我，我要告诉苏阿姨了！”

"Cut! Boys will sue, isn't it interesting?" Suguo woman resentfully refrained from violence.

At this time, a loud shout sounded: "The teacher is here!"

The homeroom teacher is a very gentle elder sister, surnamed He, aged 25 or [-], she is very amiable, her eyelashes curl up when she smiles, Cheng Chen couldn't help but want to hum the song of the same name.

The mischievous children in the room fell silent, and those who were making trouble quickly returned to their seats.

Cheng Chen was thoughtful: It seems that it is not just the majesty of this female teacher, but the profession of "teacher", which has relatively great authority in this school (or in this world?).

The teacher asked 26 children to introduce themselves on stage in turn, Cheng Chen was ranked No. 20, and the student number in the future will also be No. 22.The children basically did not suffer from stage fright. They all came to the stage and introduced themselves in an orderly manner. Some of them even brought pre-prepared instruments, played, played and sang, and showed off their specialties.

The youngest girl in the class is only 6 years old, and the oldest is naturally Cheng Chen, who is 15 years old. Full of personality, but also versatile, Qi Ling will not be too old.They come to school to receive education at their respective ages. Probably the situation of each family is different, and they all have their own considerations.

After Liu Hai made a breakthrough, he probably broke the can and broke the jar. He completely gave up his note communication style and spoke seriously on the stage. He stated his name, age and specialties in a sentence, very like a foreign ministry speech The human Fan, except for the slightly swollen eyelids, can't tell at all that the child was beaten up by the little girl just now and called his mother.

The little fat man standing at the table was the last one to speak on the stage. He was very excited, and the dialect of the Northwest area kept slipping out. Holding his fat hand, he shouted: "Zongzhi, everyone chooses to be the class monitor, and everything is covered, er..." His long speech lasted for six or seven minutes, and Teacher He couldn't help it, and stopped him aloud. he.

The little fat man reached into his pocket melancholy, but finally he didn't dare to take out the big bills, and returned to his seat dejectedly.

After the introduction, it was time to choose the class monitor. Unexpectedly, Suguo, who had a sweet smile, bold speech, and good singing, was elected as the class monitor by everyone.

This... Cheng Chen glanced at his tablemate with a bitter face, and decided not to express his opinion.

He didn't intend to spend six years with the children. The "nurturing money" given by "Miss Cheng" was still three years away. These three years were the three years he spent trying to figure out the environment and climb up the ladder.Cheng Chen set a small goal for himself, three years later, to graduate from this Longchuan, truly integrate into this world, and get a better life, instead of relying on others to survive.

To be honest, there is still a reason for Longchuan's high fees.

During the first three days of school, the teachers of various subjects took the children to play various games, explored the children's background from various angles, and then taught targeted classes, even with different homework.

The arrangement of the courses is very interesting. The Chinese class is the top priority, the mathematics class is the second, the second language can be chosen by oneself, and other music, aesthetics and sports can be selected according to one's own preferences.Composition, physics and chemistry are said to have to wait until the senior grades. In the fourth grade, there will be a class division to decide whether it is a liberal arts or a science direction. Among them, those who can take the composition class need to go through multiple assessments, and only a very small number of people have the opportunity to take it. .

The amiable teacher He is a Chinese teacher. Her lectures are like telling stories. She speaks eloquently and vividly. Every Chinese character can be told in her mouth, from ancient pictographs to various related allusions or celebrity anecdotes. , very interesting, even Shui Zhigao, who yawned every day in class, would rarely listen to the class with his ears pricked up.

"Let's guess, in ancient times, long, long ago, were human beings born with souls?" Teacher He took a picture album, pointed to the gradual pictures from apes to primitive humans to modern humans, and everyone came to class as soon as the class started. Guess.

The little fat man "Zhe Zong" desperately raised his hands-this guy's surname is Zhe, he really loves to be an official, but unfortunately he didn't even get a class committee member, so he can only say that my family runs a big company. , but I still want to be the president, so everyone called him the president.Cheng Chen seriously suspects that he loves being an official so much because of his family's ancestral precepts, which is completely rebellious!

"It's late, you say."

Mr. Zhe stood up excitedly, and said loudly: "I think the biggest difference between human beings and other creatures is that human beings can use words to inspire spirituality, so they can stand at the top of biological, um, biological chains. Therefore, from ancient times to the present. There is life first, and then there is spiritual soul!"

Suguo snorted and raised her hands.Teacher He motioned for her to answer.

"I think Zhewanyi is wrong! Ancient humans did not have writing. Human beings could use writing to enlighten their spirits. It was after Cangjie's ancestors created writing. 'Cangjie created writing, ghosts and gods cry at night', the kindergarten teacher told us .Before that, human beings are no different from other living beings. They are born with perception and grow up slowly, but they have no wisdom and no spirituality! Only the instinct of survival, just like a puppy or a cat.”

"You! Archaeologists have discovered that human beings had language before Cangjie created characters! Maybe it's just telling stories and enlightening the spirit?" Mr. Zhe blushed to express his dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, did you come back to life after someone told you a story? Ancient humans could speak. Dr. Geng said that there is no conclusion, but it is possible. You are better than Dr. Geng?"

"Human beings are different from other animals. It is impossible not to have the 'development chain'. So many words popped into Cangjie's mind all of a sudden?"

"The god Cangjie is not necessarily a human being. The latest scientific research says that it is possible that an extraterrestrial civilization chose human beings to spread..."

The quarrel became more and more intense, and both sides had supporters. Finally, under the mediation of Mr. He, both sides of the debate showed fierce eyes, grinned and smiled, and the harmonious handshake ended.

The conclusion is that "Cangjie created characters" is indeed true, but the earlier ancient times are still untestable. The mainstream opinion is that ancient humans had their own language system, but it was not fundamentally different from other animals. If there is no "writing "With this mutation, it is impossible for human beings to develop their own unique civilization and spiritual inheritance.

Cheng Chen watched the drama of a class with his ears pricked up, and quietly drew a timeline on the exercise paper. The midpoint was "Cangjie Created Characters". In the previous timeline, human beings are no different from other animals, and they are born with perception. . After "Cangjie created characters", people's "soul" and body can be reincarnated in a different way.

"Interesting." Cheng Chen heavily underlined "Cangjie Created Characters". Without this myth that seems to be true, human beings would have evolved slowly. The body and soul are always inseparable, and they will go the same way tens of thousands of years later. At the top of the biological chain, another possible development is - the earth model.

"Cangjie" is also a character in the legend of the earth, or a god?He reversed the evolution and inheritance of the entire world with one effort.