The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

Qingmo No. [-] Middle School has an unwritten agreement about the monthly exam: the first week of each month is two days of exams on Friday and Saturday, and then the holiday will be directly until the next Monday, which is two days longer than the usual weekly single holiday.

In other words, this week, the second grade of high school will have the first monthly monthly exam.

After Lu Xingyin passed the quizzes in several subjects, his grades improved steadily, but the content of the first year of high school was still delayed.

Every night, he almost has to study around two o'clock in the morning.

Also because the second year of high school starts for one month, the content of the previous month is not particularly difficult, and the in-class test will be better.But when it comes to English and Chinese, he still struggles.

[Rector of Carleton University] has put his transaction information at the top, but no one cares about it. Occasionally, people who come to him ask if they can exchange for cash.

Lu Xingyin was not in a hurry.

He went to the group to have a look, and he took a job to help repair the table lamp in Qingmo No. [-] Middle School, and the repair cost was five yuan.

He needs cash, even if it's not much, he should have it if he saves it up.

There are six buildings in the male dormitory, and he lives in single dormitory A313.

The person who announced the transaction was a boy named Yi Qingyang from the Sunshine Class of the second year of high school in the same grade.

He brought the broken desk lamp out of breath just before the lights were turned off, almost half an hour later than the agreed time, and apologized repeatedly after entering the door: "I'm sorry, our class has extra classes temporarily, and we have an extra night of self-study. It's time for get out of class to end."

Yi Qingyang looked up and saw him, and was taken aback for a moment: "The one who took the order from the transaction post is...you?"

He thought that only the grandpa who lived in a single room would take over this kind of repair work.

But the young man in front of him looked sickly and fair, and for a moment he suspected that he had gone to the wrong place.

Lu Xingyin said, "It's me."

He took a look at the desk lamp and said, "It can be repaired tonight, and I can send it to your class tomorrow, or can you pick it up yourself?"

Yi Qingyang looked skeptical, and after thinking for a long while, he probably wanted to inspect the goods himself tomorrow—stuck in the dormitory, forgiving that this little sick boy would not dare to lie to him, so he said, "I'll pick it up myself—put the money here first?"

"I'll give it after repairing." Lu Xingyin's voice was clear and light.

With just such a sentence, an aura of [-] meters was created out of thin air, and Yi Qingyang was stunned: "Oh, good."

In the middle of the night, after Lu Xingyin finished reciting English words, he took the time to repair the desk lamp.

He has a desk lamp of the same model, which Ji Bingfeng bought for him at the school canteen nearby.

The most expensive one is 200 yuan, LED.Because it was too expensive, few people in the school bought it, and when it was taken out, the outer seal was still covered with dust from the warehouse.

He removed the cover of the desk lamp and looked at it.

Yi Qingyang reported that the problem with the desk lamp was the lighting problem. Although it can be used for more than ten hours after charging, the light becomes weaker as it goes forward. Although it can be used, it hurts the eyes.Hope it can be fixed.

Lu Xingyin adjusted for a while, rewound the transformer, and then incorporated the LED into the rectifier bridge. At this moment, a stable and bright white light illuminated a corner of the dormitory.

The next day Yi Qingyang came to pick up the desk lamp. Before he left, he did an experiment and was blinded by the effect of the desk lamp. He was very satisfied.

He asked him, "What class are you in?"

"27."

Lu Xingyin was sitting at the table with his back straight, his gaze still on the English vocabulary list on the table, beside which were neatly written notes with black and red pens.

"27?" Yi Qingyang became even more suspicious.

He is a student in Class 1. Class 1 is the Sunshine Class among the Sunshine Classes, trained as the top students of the year.

His impression of Class 27 is still at the stage of rats crossing the street screaming and killing. No matter which teacher it is, he has told them in every possible way: "Don't provoke the students of Class 27! Those who are poor students are not good enough!"

But at this moment, Yi Qingyang thought of another legend about the God of Class 27.

He tentatively asked: "Are you... Gu Fangwei?"

Lu Xingyin was startled, then smiled again, shook his head and said, "I'm not."

Yi Qingyang left.

The monthly exam is approaching, even the students of class 27 are more or less affected by the atmosphere.Even if they are poor students, they will more or less look forward to the matter of "doing better in the exam".

After the turmoil of the previous few days, Lu Xingyin maintained his habit of going to the corridor for early self-study.

First Meng Congzhou and Cai Jing would go out with him, and then Chen Yuanyuan followed.

In less than two days, more and more people joined them slowly.

Although there are some people who find new and exciting opportunities to go out and chat, but more people learn from Lu Xingyin, just like Meng Congzhou and Cai Jing. They are separated from each other by a bright white porcelain wall on their backs, and recite alone without interference. .

Soon, the students in class 27 discovered that Lu Xingyin did not only do this in the early self-study.

As long as he feels sleepy during class, Lu Xingyin will consciously go to the end, stand up to listen to the class, and write notes.And all of this, he had already communicated with the teacher in charge of the class, and obtained consent.

"God, this is too contrived. Those who don't know think that the college entrance examination will be tomorrow!" Someone whispered.

"He works so hard, but I don't think his grades are very good. When Lao Song took the test on him, I thought he was a college bully. But in the first few quizzes, I looked at his scores and found that he was really bad in several subjects. "

Lu Xingyin is indifferent to these things, and doesn't care much about what others say about him.

Meng Congzhou and Cai Jing were the first to find hope in him.

For a whole year, they were "good students" in class 27, and they became the weirdest group that was rejected by others.Trembling, like walking on thin ice.

In class 27, playing and not studying seems to be the "political correctness" of the students. As long as someone studies and is noticed by others, they will get different sour ridicules: "Oh, you work so hard?" What's the use?" As time passed, no one studied in an open and honest manner.

No one will make way for those who love to learn, they will only intensify their ridicule.

The environment has no more influence on people than this.

The two students, Meng Congzhou and Cai Jing, became the few who persisted for a whole year. They found their rules of doing things in Class 27-avoid everything if they can, and don't "show off" to attract others' attention. Everything is kept secret.

Even if the teacher clearly said "stand up and listen when you are sleepy", they didn't have the courage to practice it. They could only sit on their seats and pinch their thighs desperately, causing a bruise.

But "learning" should be a very normal thing.

They soon followed Lu Xingyin, and when they were sleepy, they consciously went to the classroom and listened to the class standing up.

These changes, for the original class 27, can be said to be earth-shaking.

All this caused Gu Fangwei to think he had gone to the wrong door when he returned to class three days later.

"What is this for?" Gu Fangwei opened his triangular stable structure of man-chair-table again, and leaned back against the wall, his moist peach eyes filled with doubts.

The back door was wide open, and there were about seven or eight students from Class 27 reciting in the corridor.

Because Lu Xingyin was close to the seat, he happened to be standing by the wall next to the back door.

He was so engrossed in reciting that he didn't notice when Gu Fangwei came back.It was not until I heard that deep and good voice that I slowly stopped reciting.

In the corner of the eye, the young man's free and unrestrained figure shines out from the morning light, very dazzling.

Lu Xingyin paused, then recited from the beginning: "being polite..."

Chen Yuanyuan's voice came from behind again: "We are going to take the monthly exam. God, what have you been up to these days? We miss you very much... Seeing our school girl look pale and haggard, I feel extremely sad... "

Gu Fangwei's voice was still lazy, a little tired and indifferent: "Entrepreneurship."

"What kind of business do you want to start?" Chen Yuanyuan's voice said, "Auction of love letters from each class?"

There was a sound of something being pulled out of the belly of the table.

"Did you see this?" Gu Fangwei's voice was serious, and it was hard to tell whether he was serious or joking.

The subdued tone he used in the headmaster's office.

Chen Yuanyuan: "Eraser, Memorable Star Children's Dictionary."

"This is a new product I developed. The scanning device is embedded in the rubber, combined with the electronic dictionary. I named it papersweetheart." Gu Fangwei's voice.

"What is the use?"

Gu Fangwei: "When students use this eraser to correct their homework, it can automatically detect the students' wrong words and laugh out loud with electronic sounds."

"..."

"..."

There was silence.

There was a "puchi", but this soft laugh came from the door.

The two people inside the door looked out together.

Gu Fangwei turned his head, his beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes fell on Lu Xingyin.

Lu Xingyin lowered his eyes, looked like a good student, with his heels against the wall, he stood like a tall and straight poplar, clean and gentle, very beautiful.

As if that laugh was not from him.

The reddish lips opened and closed, and there was no change in the voice, but it seemed restless, and the content of the text was repeated again: "Being polite..."

The printing is pitch black, the textbook is very new, and it smells of ink, which smells very good.

The wind blew, and the end of the page was lifted slightly, and the sound of chairs colliding and pages turning came from behind.

Finally, the sound of footsteps approaching him.

Gu Fangwei came out with a strange book in his hand, and stood next to him, slightly behind.

Lu Xingyin couldn't see him, but he knew that he was behind him, no more than two steps away.

Because he could feel Gu Fangwei's breath, coming closer, warm, blowing against his ears.

"What's so good about reading this, good student." The low voice, half-truth and half-fake laziness, made people's hearts slightly tense, "What did you just read? Sichuan-Shaanxi Valley English?"

Lu Xingyin's progress in learning phonetic symbols is not very obvious.

He turned his head, and saw Gu Fangwei stepping forward, standing next to him against the wall.

Lu Xingyin saw clearly that what he held in his hand was a periodical, densely packed with obscure English.

He didn't even know any of the five words in the title above.

"Follow me." Gu Fangwei's deep voice trembled again. In the morning light, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his smile was very enchanting.

That overly fluent and natural continuous reading conversion is more complicated than English listening. For a while, Lu Xingyin didn't even understand what he was saying, until he began to repeat, and the slightly warm breath brushed against his ears again.

"papersweetheart." (job sweetheart)

"sweetheart." (Sweetheart)

"sweetheart." (Sweetheart.)

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