The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

"Master, take a break first and familiarize yourself with the environment at home. In the afternoon, let's discuss the matter of choosing a school, is that okay?"

Lu Xingyin nodded.

He packed things in the room and took them out one by one, all the things couldn't fill such a big wardrobe.

The Huo family's villa was so clean that it was spotless, and the windows faced the lake in the courtyard, looking over a large area of ​​silence, so silent that it almost drowned people.

The aunt made something and told him to eat.

Served piping hot with southern dishes.She said: "After asking a lot of people, it took a lot of effort to find out that you are from Dongtong City. I made it according to the taste there. Are you used to it?"

The young Wenwen is quiet, although his appearance is very delicate, he always looks sick.The older generation is easy to feel distressed when they look at it.

Lu Xingyin nodded again, this time with a faint smile in his eyes: "I'm used to it, thank you."

After the meal, someone came again to tailor Lu Xingyin's clothes.

The tailor knelt down to try on the shoes for him.

Lu Xingyin was a little stiff, but the tailor himself smiled: "It's fine, don't be nervous."

After they went out, a sentence or two of their chatting vaguely leaked from the crack of the door: "This young master who just arrived is a treasure."

"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Huo? They should have adopted two children, right?"

"Today, Saturday, I heard that the children were taken out to play and relax. After all, one of them came back from the family... It's normal for Miss Sidu and Master Silie to feel sad."

"Hey, it's all normal. Isn't it the same as having a second child at home? The original one must be unhappy..."

The person walked away, and the voice gradually disappeared.

Lu Xingyin sat quietly at the desk, flipping through books.

He didn't bring much luggage. After all, Ji Bingfeng had told him before he set off that "you don't need to bring anything, and you have to replace them with new ones when you come over."

The only book he brought with him was the cheaply printed "Gold Medal Olympiad: Interpretation of the Basics of Chemistry Competition for Teenagers—Produced by Fanxing Middle School Publishing House".

Second-hand books cost five yuan a copy, and the inside pages have turned yellow after passing through several people.

In those few years, people in small places didn't even know what a competition was. Naturally, no one cared about this book, so he made a mistake.

The content in the book is numerous and complicated, involving various systems, but many places are vaguely mentioned.

Lu Xingyin does not have a mobile phone, and the Internet is still at a stage of vigorous growth this year. He can only search for information in the dark and secretly go to the computer room of the school. The second half is brand new and untouched.

He rested his chin and watched slowly, even though he had read it many times, he was still addicted to it, like reading a storybook.

The name of the first unit is the theory of mutual repulsion of electron pairs in the valence layer. Just after finishing this chapter, someone knocked on the door.

Ji Bingfeng came back again and said, "I'll take the young master to the school to have a look. I've contacted you in the morning. I'll take the young master to have a look. The principal also wants to see you."

Lu Xingyin closed the book.

"Qingmo No. [-] Middle School is a famous school in our province S, and its history can be traced back to a hundred years ago."

"The location is also very good. The nearby Youyi Middle School is Yingcai Middle School. Have you heard of it? Last year, there were more than 40 Qingbei students. It is located in the suburbs, and it is very quiet. There are day students and residential students. It means that you can live and study, of course, you can choose the dormitory yourself."

On Saturday evening, most of the students were picked up by their parents.The greening of the campus is well done, with a large area, open and quiet, occasionally the shouts of boys in the distance, and the echo of basketball hitting the ground.

After listening to his introduction, Lu Xingyin suddenly asked: "Can I live in a dormitory by myself?"

Ji Bingfeng was stunned for a moment, his first reaction was that the young master had just been here for a day, and he already knew how to "live like a young master" - but when he looked at Lu Xingyin's clean eyes, he remembered something.

Lu Xingyin Junior High School is also a boarding school, and he insisted on day-studying when the dormitory was free.

He is different from those stinky hairy boys of this age group, he seems to love cleanliness and quietness more.

Ji Bingfeng said: "Okay, I'll contact you for you. It's next to the Office of Academic Affairs and Life. You can wait outside. If you have time, you can go around and get acquainted with the campus."

It's been a month since the second year of high school, and it's difficult for him to transfer schools at this time.

Ji Bingfeng also told him that if he wanted to see the principal, one would ask him about his school status and answer truthfully, and the other was about class placement, which he had to choose by himself.

It stands to reason that these matters do not require the headmaster to intervene, but this is obviously for the sake of the Huo family.

Lu Xingyin stood outside the corridor, watching the scattered lights inside the Academic Affairs Office, waiting quietly.

It was getting late, and someone in the corner turned on the light with a "snap".

A voice of complaint came over: "How long are we going to stand as punishment? Mosquitoes have bitten me several times."

"It's almost November and there's a fart mosquito."

The person next to him answered, and then suggested, "Maybe they will forget when we stand up, and just run away later. The principal is not forgetful for a day or two. Do you know that last time he insisted on I dropped out of school, I was still crying there, he came back after a meal and asked me why I came here, I said I was called by Teacher Sun to bring you tea... He took it seriously! Fuck, I laughed so hard."

It was a few students, who probably committed a crime, and were smiling and chatting against the wall.

Lu Xingyin tilted his head, raised his eyes and saw the metal plate hanging on the corner office, so he walked over.

He didn't know if anyone was inside, so he knocked on the door.

The door of the principal's office is a thick solid wood door, and it feels warm and cool when touched by the fingertips.

The students behind were all looking at him, and their voices suddenly became quieter, almost silent.

"Hi principal, transfer student." Lu Xingyin said, and waited for a while, "Are you free?"

After the silence, an idle voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Lu Xingyin twisted the handle, pushed the door open and entered.

Behind him, the boys looked at each other, and then burst out laughing—covering their mouths before laughing, trying not to make a sound, only half-laughing.

At the principal's desk.

The teenager pressed the mouse to play minesweeper, and within 20 seconds after the game frame was displayed, he had already marked the last red flag, and a yellow pixel smiley face appeared above the game.

The hand holding the mouse is long and powerful, with well-defined joints.

He was taller than his peers, sitting there upright, with his thin lips pursed, and he had a sharp demeanor.

He has a pair of peach blossom eyes, with a romantic and affectionate look, but when these eyes meet his face, they look cold, and instead show a bit more chill and hostility.Beautiful, but seemingly inaccessible.

The door was pushed open.

"I'm looking for the principal."

Seeing that he was alone in the office, Lu Xingyin hesitated, and repeated, "I'm a transfer student, and I'm here to ask about student status and class registration."

The wind from the air conditioner was humming, and the cool air was rising. He stood up straight with his back erect, his snow-white neck exposed under his black shattered hair, and his eyes were calm and warm.

It's a very good look and temperament.

Gu Fangwei raised the corners of his lips, not knowing what to say, and playing with his heart: "I am the principal."

Lu Xingyin was startled.

The person in front of him didn't look much like him—instead, he looked like his peers.

"Born with a baby face, I'm thirty."

Gu Fangwei took out a stack of papers and found a blank piece of paper.

The expensive gold pen in the principal's office was twirled quickly in his hand, and when he lifted his knuckles, the gold pen stopped firmly.

"Name?" Gu Fangwei asked.

"The deer sings."

"Oh, that's what I said a few days ago, right? There's nothing wrong with your student status. If you're divided into classes, you've passed the entrance examination and class flow." Gu Fangwei's voice was inexplicably loose, "Where are you? Best grades in subjects?"

Lu Xingyin froze for a moment, then said, "Chemistry."

Gold pen and red ink, written rustlingly on the paper, are flamboyant handwriting.

Gu Fangwei wrote a question, and slowly raised his eyes: "Just this question, let's do it."

The question is a balance question:

？Cs3H8=====Cs2B10H10+Cs2B12H12+CsBH4+H2

Lu Xingyin looked down at this question and was startled.

Balancing questions are not uncommon in junior high school chemistry, but this question is at the competition level. There are two possible solutions and one needs to be ruled out. The average student may not even pay attention to the element Cs, and even think about the name of the element. Can't get up.

What made him stunned was not the difficulty level of this question, but the coincidence—because this was the first question of the preliminary written test of the National Youth Regional Chemistry Competition he participated in before the senior high school entrance examination this year, and it was exactly the same.

Lu Xingyin confirmed to him: "Is this the only question?"

Gu Fangwei glanced at the time, and the golden pen spun again on his fingertips: "Do you want me to tell you the information about cesium and boron? Give you more time, 10 minutes."

His tone is also light.

"Need not."

Lu Xingyin leaned over slightly, picked up a ballpoint pen from the table, and under the gaze of the young man, he picked up the pen and wrote.

When he lowered his head slightly, people could see the swirls in his jet-black broken hair, and even the swirls were well-regulated with a student-like air.

Fill in the numbers, the handwriting is beautiful and beautiful, and the gestures are smooth.

While he was writing, Gu Fangwei's expression changed slightly.

16,1,2,1,8,28.

standard answer.

No equations, no trials, no drafts.

The whole process didn't take three seconds.

Gu Fangwei lost his grip on the pen turning in his hand, and flew out, with a "click" drowned out by the menacing knock on the door.

The office door was slammed open at this moment, and a man in a suit and leather shoes yelled loudly: "What are you doing?!"

Lu Xingyin turned around.

A dignified middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes came in. He wore a badge on his body, and his title was clearly written: Principal.

Followed by a row of teachers, all of them have wonderful expressions.

The scene fell into a strange silence, and the air became tense.

Lu Xingyin did not see Ji Bingfeng.

He opened his mouth, everything was silent, but the boy in front of him suddenly smiled.

The very casual and undisciplined kind of smile, Gu Fangwei squinted with watery light, with a certain sharp and bright fresh breath, as enthusiastic and flamboyant as the scorching sun in midsummer.

He raised his chin, "Hey, good student."

Lu Xingyin was startled.

"Change to another school. This school is no good. Don't listen to what they say about a century-old school."

He stood up, and casually inserted the flying gold pen back into the pen holder on the desk.

"One balance question in three seconds, students like you should go to the school next door. The number of students here can't keep up, the atmosphere is mediocre, and it will be transferred from public to private after a while. Don't ruin your future here."