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"If he's not here, just hand it to him for me, and I won't go in." Gu Zhuowei handed the paper bag in his hand to Jiang Chu.

Just when Jiang Chu was about to reach out to pick it up, there was a sound of opening the bathroom door: "Who is it?"

When Jiang Chu heard the movement, he retracted his half-stretched hand, turned his head and walked in, and said in a calm voice, "Your father."

Gu Zhi stood behind the bathroom door with a dry towel and wiped his head indiscriminately. He didn't see the person at the door, so he thought that Jiang Chu was holding back something, so he lowered his head and said, "You...Dad."

Jiang Chu: "..."

"Your father came to give you something." Jiang Chu explained.

Gu Zhi petrified on the spot, suddenly remembered the phone in his pocket that had been muted and forgot to turn it back, he groaned twice like a ghost, and then went into the bathroom.

When the parents came, it would be impolite to ignore them. Jiang Chu was talking to Gu Zhuowei at the door.

After 2 minutes, Gu Zhi came out as if the emperor was on tour, and called "Uncle Gu."

Jiang Chu was finally able to escape, and was startled for a moment when he heard Uncle Gu.

Gu Zhi called his father unexpectedly Uncle Gu, so does he have to be called Auntie to call his mother?

He went into the bathroom thinking wildly.

"Your mother hasn't got off work yet, so I just ran for her when I had nothing to do." Gu Zhuowei explained.

Gu Zhi said "oh", took the paper bag and said, "I'm sorry for the trouble."

"It's just fine." Gu Zhuowei smiled and said, "If you forget anything, just call me next time."

Gu Zhi thought he was going to come in, so he turned around and threw the bag on the bed, but when he turned around, he found that Gu Zhuowei hadn't followed, so he pulled away the chair at hand and said, "How about sitting down? I don't have half an hour left for evening study."

Only when he said this did the person at the door step in.

For some reason, Gu Zhi always felt that Gu Zhuowei was being too cautious.

He poured a glass of water, put it in front of Gu Zhuowei as Gu Xiao used to entertain guests, and explained with a little embarrassment: "The competition time is short and the courses are tight. I usually have a good memory."

Gu Zhuowei's hand holding the cup was stunned for a moment, and Gu Zhi said, "I didn't hear the phone ring when I was taking a shower, next time I hang it around my neck."

Gu Zhuowei smiled and said it's okay, he knows Yizhong well.

He took a sip of water as he spoke, since he got along with Gu Zhi, it is not difficult to find that he seems to be afraid of bothering others, if someone asks him for help, he is very happy, but it is difficult for him to ask for something.

The two chatted without saying a word for a few minutes, they really had nothing to say, Gu Zhuowei looked at his watch, Gu Zhi said: "My mom is going to get off work soon, why don't you pick her up by the way?"

Just as Gu Zhuowei had this intention, he got up and made a call, then turned to Gu Zhi and said, "Then I'll be leaving first."

"Yeah." Gu Zhi sent him to the door, and he turned his head to talk to the person on the phone.

Gu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself, it was the first time he had been in the rivers and lakes for 16 years, and felt that 10 minutes was longer than ten hours.

He dumped the clothes in the paper bag on the bed, and stuffed them into the wardrobe.

Jiang Chu came out of the bathroom.

There was steaming heat coming from the crack of the door behind him, he fiddled with his drenched bangs, and with long-lasting laziness in his eyes, he raised his eyes to look at Gu Zhi and asked, "Your father is gone?"

Gu Zhi was a little depressed, the words "your father is gone" seemed to be a taboo, Gu Zhi was stunned for a moment.

Then the way to respond to Jiang Chu was to slam the door of the cabinet hard, the metal door slammed, and a thunder exploded on the ground.

Of course he knew that Jiang Chu recognized Gu Zhuowei as his father, and "your father is gone" was just what he meant on the surface.

But at that moment, he didn't have time to think: "My dad is gone, and he is not my dad."

The latter sentence is easy to understand, but what does the former sentence mean?

The weather in June is changing rapidly, and the sun was shining just now, but now the dark clouds cover the sky and block the sun.

Jiang Chu was a little puzzled, the speed of someone changing his face almost caught up with the weather in June.

"Oh." Jiang Chu picked up the towel on the edge of the bed and wiped his bangs, looked at the alarm clock on the table and asked him, "Go to the classroom?"

"go."

His depression was just that momentary, and it was over sooner than the weather.

Gu Zhi's likes = and dislikes are clearly advertised in his heart, no matter how bad his emotions are, they will not be sent to unrelated and uninformed people, and the short-lived dark clouds will be eclipsed in an instant in front of the competition.

The main content of Jiang Chu's evening self-study is to spend half of the time brushing the questions, and the other half of the time has to be ready to finish the exam at the same table at any time.

As for the learning atmosphere of these two, the one who is most satisfied is He Wen, the head teacher. There is a basis for saying that one thing is reduced by one thing. Tireless people to deal with.

Evening self-study is said to be self-study, but it is actually the teacher taking turns to give lectures.

Four 10-minute lectures, two 10-minute self-study.

Gu Zhi felt that after this week, the amount of knowledge he had accumulated had reached its peak, not to mention the cram school, he felt that now he could give supplementary lessons to the first-year high school freshmen, and he would not be worse than Dong Xin.

This delusion made him swell all night, and he didn't come back to himself until Jiang Chu threw the wrong set of questions to him with a blank face.

"It's about the sophomore year of high school, right?

Gu Zhi was a little impatient, he bit his pen and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out after tearing up several sheets of draft paper.

He wanted to say several times that, in fact, the competition is not that important, if you don't get the ranking, you can't get it.

But every time he saw Jiang Chu finish the papers one after another smoothly, the fighting spirit that was gradually extinguished would be ignited in an instant.

When Dong Xin patrolled around and walked to his side, he bent down and asked him: "Is there a problem with the card?"

Corporal Lixian, ask questions if you don't understand. This point is particularly prominent in Gu Zhi, and he nodded in a self-contained manner.Cast a sincere question mark.

Dong Xin smiled, and then recruited a few people around who were busy brushing the questions: "You all have a look, Gu Zhi's choice of this question is very good, the difficulty of your competition is almost hovering around here, and you have a thorough understanding of this kind of question. Most of the problems can be solved.”

In the next few minutes, Dong Xin explained in an all-round way what a "super teacher" is. He used several different ways to solve the problem in a smooth manner, and explained in detail where each solution might go wrong, and marked it.

Gu Zhi was willing to bow down in his heart.

"Hey, your question is not on the paper I gave you." Dong Xin glanced at the question on the draft paper and said, "Where did you get this question?"

Knowledge is a process of exploration. Dong Xin looks slovenly, but in fact he is a big boss in this respect. With his discerning eyes, he can see the tricks of the questioner at a glance, and set traps in the established conditions. Questions of this type of difficulty cannot be completed without spending a lot of time flipping through the materials.

"Oh, Jiang Chu made it himself." Gu Zhi pointed at his deskmate with his pen cap tilted.

Dong Xin, who was still curious at first, let out a calm "oh" when he heard this answer: "That's not surprising."

Experts praise people between the lines.

Gu Zhi: "..."

Before he could understand thoroughly, several people turned their gazes to Jiang Chu, who lowered his head uncomfortably, pretending that he didn't see anything.

"If you are all as lucky as Gu Zhi, have such a good tablemate, you are all from Qingbei. If you have any difficulties in learning, you can also communicate with him more. He was taken care of by me. Among so many contestants, he is the most talented."

It is well known that Jiang Chu's grades are good, but for the students in other classes, it is just a glimpse when they see the grade list.

However, being praised by Dong Xin for his talent in public is not the same as being on the top grade list.

Dong Xin wanted to restrain himself first, and looked at the faces of everyone and said with a smile: "Of course, geniuses can't slack off, just read stories like Shang Zhongyong in the textbook, Jiang Chu, you think so."

At that moment, Jiang Chu, like other students, held his breath and dared not speak.

After Dong Xin finished the question, he praised the questioner by the way, and at the same time encouraged those non-genius students, got up and left the classroom with his hands behind his back in satisfaction.

There was a brief silence in the classroom for a few seconds, and then the frying pan exploded in an instant.

The person who was lying in the front row and didn't quite understand Dong Xin's speech just slipped to the back row.

Jiang Chu saw that the situation was not good, so he slipped away through the back door first, he ran fast, and Gu Zhi was out of luck.

The others were too embarrassed to ask directly, but there were several other participants in the rematch in class two. They were familiar with Gu Zhi and took the lead in occupying the favorable terrain. What kind of question did you come up with to make Teacher Dong praise him so much?"

Gu Zhi spread out the draft for them to read: "Here, here it is."

He Jia and Cui Wenjun stared at each other with wide eyes, and at the same time, a question mark slowly floated above their heads. It took a minute for them to recover, "If you don't look at the answer, where do you start?"

He nodded in agreement with the onlookers.

In the midst of the chaotic commotion, someone who didn't know said something: "I'm a mortal who can't afford the small stove of the Great God."

Gu Zhi agreed very much, and said in his heart, if arsenic is added to the stove of the great god, whoever eats it will die.

He had just finished drawing conclusions in his mind, and then a guy who tested the poison himself appeared.

Zhao Yicheng stretched his neck and leaned closer to the crowd and asked Gu Zhi: "Let me copy your question, and I won't believe in this evil anymore."

I am particularly impressed by Zhao Yicheng's challenging spiritual persistence, but when he thinks about the result of the challenge, he can't help but feel some sympathy.

Although the contestants are elites selected from thousands of ordinary students, there are only a few of them who forcefully save face knowing that they may be slapped in the face. Zhao Yicheng's spirit obviously moved Cui Wenjun who was wondering. She said to him jokingly: "The class representative is here to feel the despair."

For the safety of the contestants, this week's evening self-study is brightly lit all the way from Zhixing Building to the student apartment, but unfortunately there are very few people in the school because of the holiday.

There was a 10-minute break between the two evening self-study sessions. When the bell rang, there was an uproar in the classroom. Jiang Chu closed his books and got up and left through the back door.

When Jiang Chu entered the office, He Wen was answering the phone at the door. When she heard the movement, she turned her head and glanced, waving for him to wait a moment, so Jiang Chu lay on the railing beside the corridor for a while, until she heard He Wen yelling at him. After saying "come in", he followed through the door.

The air-conditioning was very low, and the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor was so great that when Jiang Chu stepped into the door and was swept by the cold wind above his head, he shrank subconsciously.

He Wen casually grabbed the remote control on the table, pressed it twice, took out a notice-like paper from a stack of folders on the desk, and said to Jiang Chu: "The results of the evaluation in the city are out. Your work has entered the top three, and the finals will be scored by the on-site judges, and the time will be the day after the math competition, so..."

"Understood." Jiang Chu nodded and said, "It won't affect other competitions."

He Wen wanted to say something, but she just opened her mouth, and the words that followed slipped around her mouth and then retracted.

She had been a class teacher for many years, and she thought that there was no unruly child she couldn't handle, until Pan Minglang inserted a Jiang Chu in their class, making her helplessly recognize the reality.

Jiang Chu is not the kind of mischievous student who refuses to change after repeated admonitions. His weakness lies in his indifference, or it is hard to empathize with him. Jiang Chu has no sense of collective honor, and he doesn't even care about personal honor.Refusal to communicate is the most troublesome thing.

At the beginning, I received a call from the Art Organizing Committee.She thought it was some new scam call, not because she didn't trust the other party, but because the call from the organizer was too weird, especially the phrase "notification of the results of the Nanchuan Art Competition".

The No. [-] Middle School is well-known as a provincial key school. Its science scores are among the best in Nanchuan City. After teaching for more than ten years, it was the first time that He Wen met a student from the fast class who participated in an art competition and won an award.

In the traditional cognition, only students who can't keep up with the culture class choose the art test.

When He Wen received the call that day, Jiang Chu happened to be called by the English teacher in the office to talk.

She was trying her best to explain that the other party had made a wrong call, when Jiang Chu turned her head and said flatly, "That's right, I signed up."

He Wen raised her eyebrows and looked at him with some doubts: "When did you sign up?"

Jiang Chu still said calmly: "There is a deadline for registration on the Internet. I participate every year, almost every month."

The Nanchuan Art Competition is an official competition organized by the Nanchuan Art Association and several art colleges. It is an important competition for the majority of art students to pursue.

But no matter how powerful it is, just the word "art" is incompatible with Nanchuan No. [-] Middle School.

When the rematch notice was mailed to the school, He Wen belatedly realized that the gold content of this art competition was no less than the math competition she was so busy with.

He Wen looked at the seal on the rematch notice, and was still a little surprised: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to get such a good result in the art competition without affecting the math competition. The teacher is very happy You have the grades."

To be honest, she has mixed feelings.

Jiang Chu was sitting on a chair next to He Wen. Jiang Chu had heard many of these words from his former homeroom teacher and teacher, so now he heard that he didn't have any fluctuations in his heart.

Because Jiang Chu is very aware of the rhetoric of the parents and teachers, according to his expectation, He Wen will change the conversation next time, saying that after all, she is not an art candidate, and she should focus on the culture class, and then draw again. Well, it can only be icing on the cake, and the college entrance examination cannot be scored.It’s okay to keep your hobbies, but you have to distinguish between priorities, and you don’t need to consider art exams based on your grades.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chu felt that the rematch notice was covered with a layer of gray, and suddenly felt dull.With his head down, he waited absent-mindedly.

Of course, it is impossible for him not to participate in the rematch just because He Wen said so.

"You are not an art candidate, and I have never seen you spend all day in the studio. It really surprised me to get this grade." He Wen patted him on the shoulder and said, "But since you have signed up, don't worry about it." Don't take it seriously, come back with a good ranking, it's best to shut up the middle-aged teachers in the attached middle school, so that they won't say that our No. [-] middle school students will only study hard."

The painting style is a bit off, and He Wen, who is full of joy and sorrow, is obviously more happy than worried.

The cicadas outside the window chirped presumptuously at night, and the convenience store not far away seemed to have the sound of WeChat card payment.

Jiang Chu turned his head and glanced out the window, almost in disbelief.

Whatever he does, he always decides on his own. He has already thought about it before coming here. Even if He Wen doesn't sign for him to participate, he will think of other ways.

He always does his own way.

It’s not that the parents democratically gave him enough room to choose, it’s that no one cares about his grades at all. For Jiang Xuyang, no matter how good Jiang Chu’s grades are, it’s just that he inherited his good genes when he bragged to others .

Therefore, when He Wen said that, he was slightly surprised.

"Of course, the math competition is still the top priority, can you promise the teacher this?" He Wen held the rematch notice in her hand, with a smile on her face, this kind of smile is a bit like a neighbor going downstairs during the winter vacation Taking a walk, I inadvertently talked about the kind of proud smile that my child had passed the final exam.

Because she often has a straight face, He Wen is very serious most of the time, and it is rare for her to be kind, which makes Jiang Chu a little confused.He hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Take it." He Wen signed her name in the lower right corner.

Jiang Chu took the paper from He Wen's hand, and was stunned for a moment. He was used to being confronted coldly by Jiang Xuyang, so he was born with a thorny shell. No matter what kind of harsh words he faced, he could turn a deaf ear to them. , Now it was just a layer of shell gently removed by someone, but I was at a loss.

"Is there anything else?" He Wen asked.

Jiang Chu was stunned for a while, then shook his head dully.