I am in love with the planet

Yuan Lingjun glanced at his instructor.

He was sitting in an empty classroom with a tall problem set on the left, a tall problem set on the right, and a tall problem set in front and back.

The figure of Yuan Lingjun was submerged in such a sea of ​​questions, like a small ant in a sea of ​​books and learning.

This is really a very vivid "question sea tactic".

The handsome gray-haired man was sitting behind the podium, flicking through the completed test papers. The white pages were flying, making one almost doubt whether he had read them carefully.

"Tasser's law is used wrongly." Randomly circled a certain page of the exercise book with a red pen, "Also here, Angell's formula can be simplified, so there is no need for so many steps of derivation."

"But that's how the standard answer is written." Yuan Lingjun retorted.

"What's the point of writing everything according to the standard answers?" The man raised his head, and the corner of his mouth raised in disdain: "Can the standard answers get you 120 points?"

"……cannot."

The little yellow chicken in his arms couldn't see that Yuan Lingjun was deflated, and jumped out and said, "Then how can you prove that this new approach is correct?"

"Because my name is Angel." The man said a bad joke.

There is a kind of absolute self-confidence on his face. This kind of self-confidence because of his knowledge and ability is like a towering city wall, which cannot be easily questioned.

The little yellow chicken stared at him for a moment, then slipped back into Yuan Lingjun's arms dejectedly.

"Oh."

"Hurry up," Angor's lips twitched, and while he was easily correcting the exercises, he urged Yuan Lingjun: "There is still an hour and a half, if you still can't finish these basic test papers, the rest That robot will also lose to me."

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

He took a deep breath, looked up at the exercises that were taller than himself, and felt that his eyes were dark and the sky was colorless.

Playing with the "companion robot" that Yuan Lingjun lost to because he failed to hand in the paper on time two hours ago, Angel put his long legs on the podium and added, "It's not okay to hand in a blank paper."

"..."

Originally, Principal Simon picked a hidden angle to watch outside the classroom just because he was worried, but now, he was deeply sweating for Yuan Lingjun.

It's been a long time since I saw Mr. Angor who wrote "You weak chicken" on the left face and "I don't know how to send questions, garbage" on the right face.

The arrogance is so nostalgic!

The principal secretly swallowed a heart back into his stomach.

It seems that the little teacher's wife is out of action, so I should prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony for my little brother earlier.

……

Yuan Lingjun handed in all the test papers one second before the hour and a half.

He kept in mind the high school teacher's teaching of "Writing all the test papers, whether you know it or not", and attached the answer to each question, but the correct rate is only...

Angel spent 10 minutes grading all the test papers,

"Snapped."

He dropped the red pen.

"Yuan classmate, I am very disappointed in your foundation."

Looking at the big 16 points on the test paper, Yuan Lingjun was also very disappointed with his foundation.

"Fortunately, there is still half a month before the inter-school robot competition, and we still have plenty of time to prevent you from ruining the century-old reputation of Eric Academy."

Angel picked up the pen again, ticked off the test paper, and revised the correct answers of several test questions.

"It's not too late. When I go back today, I will copy these wrong questions ten... no, twenty times."

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

He looked at the hundreds of test questions waiting to be transcribed, and sincerely suggested to Angel: "Actually, I haven't handed in the registration form yet, so I can withdraw from the competition."

The handsome gray-haired man withdrew his gaze from the paper and looked down at him with noble and cold eyes.

"Crack!" He slapped the table.

"You can retire, but I can't afford to lose this person!"

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

Can you be reasonable?What does this have to do with you?

He didn't know how he walked home with a large stack of test papers, but he only remembered that the sky was very dark today, and even the street trees on both sides of the street were not green.

Jing Wei had finished his day of performing arts, and was standing on the sofa in the living room counting money.

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred..."

After counting [-], she asked the three younger brothers to pour these silver stars into a shoe box and pile them on the shoe cabinet at the door.

Yuan Lingjun made a rough count, and there were already three or four similar shoe boxes lined up on the shoe cabinet.

"Go to the bank and deposit it tomorrow!"

Throwing the last few silver star coins to Changyou, Lili, Culican, and Tengu as pocket money, Jingwei said vigorously: "If you save another half a month, it will be enough for Dawa to rent a storefront on Devorf Star." The restaurant is open!"

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

Huaxia's good aunt is indeed Huaxia's good aunt.

Yuan Lingjun coughed, and Jing Wei noticed that he looked a little gloomy today. He gave Yuan Lingjun a scheming look, flew to Yuan Lingjun's shoulder, and patted his face with his wings.

"What's the matter?" She said, "Don't be unhappy, I'll spend the money for you."

"Really?"

Yuan Lingjun was moved inexplicably, and felt like a little boy who was surrounded by a white formosa.

"How can you be so nice?" He looked at Jingwei with emotion.

"I'm just that good!" Jingwei raised his head proudly.

"Since you are so kind to me, why don't you copy these papers for me, not many times, just twenty times."

Yuan Lingjun pulled out a brick-thick stack from the papers in his arms.

"Jingwei!"

Jingwei let out a shriek and hopped his feet off his shoulders, and because he was flying so fast, the feathers on his wings made a slight "whoosh" sound in the room.

"No way!" she said.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

A friendship like a plastic flower cannot stand the test of a mountain of books and a sea of ​​questions.

Yuan Lingjun held the test paper and looked at the rest of the family.

Changyou lifted up a small skirt to cover his ears, Lian and Lili opened their eyes in confusion, and Tengu let out a "meow~~" and gracefully walked back to his luxurious cat nest to take a nap.

"... Forget it." After looking around, Yuan Lingjun moved a bench by himself, sat down on the coffee table, and began to copy the first question.

"Listing the Application of Lochoff's Law in the Field of Simulation Robot Manufacturing"

"Well... Although I can't help you physically, I support you mentally."

After counting the money, Jingwei felt that his previous behavior seemed a little too meaningless, so he jumped down from the shoe cabinet, asked Changyou for a piece of red cloth left over from making a skirt, and wrote "struggle!" on it with a golden marker. The two characters are tied to Yuan Ling's head.

Yuan Lingjun thought it was very interesting, so he tore off another strip from the cloth head, wrote the same words "struggle!", and tied it on the little yellow chicken's forehead.

Yuanyuan was wearing the same red turban, and he had a sense of honor and mission as if Junjun was wearing a couple shirt. He held the pen with his paws, and while copying, he said to Yuan Lingjun: "Don't worry, Junjun, I will accompany you to copy." , you copy it ten times and I copy it ten times!"

"..."

Yuan Lingjun was moved again.

what is this?This is true love!

……

They copied from sunset to deep night, until countless stars twinkled in the sky, still lighting lamps and cooking oil, writing constantly, wandering in the ocean of knowledge.

Finally, more than half of the thick paper has been copied.

"I'll take a break."

Yuan Lingjun picked up the little yellow chicken, thumped his waist, hugged a pillow and lay down on the coffee table, and soon fell into a light sleep.

The little yellow chicken pecked him on the face, and also went into a dormant state. He still didn't forget to set a two-hour alarm clock for himself, in case he couldn't get up before dawn, which would delay the copying of the wrong questions.

It can be said that it was very hard work.

"Crack-knock-"

Half asleep and half awake, Yuan Lingjun seemed to hear some strange sound, like light footsteps passing by his ears.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, tugged, but didn't grab it; he tugged again, and it seemed that he had pulled a piece of a small skirt.

"..."

He didn't want to be a pervert who took off other people's skirts in a dream, so he was woken up abruptly.

"Gee, what's the matter?"

Yuanyuan was startled by his actions, and restarted from hibernation.

"Shh-"

Yuan Lingjun stretched out his index finger and put it between his lips.

With the help of the starlight shining through the window, he looked around the room carefully.

Jingwei was sleeping, and his paws were still kicking and kicking in his dream, as if he was riding a small unicycle.

Lili and Lian nested in the "miniature Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang" built by themselves, sleeping happily.

The Tengu woke up, it let out a "meow~~~" and jumped off the window sill, brushing Yuan Lingjun's instep with its big fluffy tail, and raised its glazed eyes, as if asking him what happened. What's up.

Yuan Lingjun made a gesture of silence to the little cow, hugged Yuanyuan with one hand, and picked up Tengu with the other, and walked quietly towards Changyou's room.

He still remembered that the things he caught in a trance felt like a small skirt.

……

everything is normal.

Lying on the bed on the right side, with a white belly spread out, his paws are dishonestly rubbing in the air, waving around, I don't know what he dreamed of, it seems that there is a tendency to develop the awkward dance into a money grabbing dance.

"neither……"

Gently closing the door, Yuan Lingjun lowered his head, wondering if he was dreaming and confused?

"No, there's one more!"

He suddenly thought of something, walked quickly to the living room, and opened Guo'er's doll's house.

"..."

Sure enough, the doll's house was empty, and in the tiny bedroom, a bulging figure was stuffed with sheets on the bed, and the little cake skirt robot that was supposed to shut down and sleep in it disappeared.

"Wait." Yuan Lingjun said.

There were still several hours before dawn, and he couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply took out the test paper and continued to copy the wrong questions.

The little cow didn't sleep either, it let out a "meow!", stood at the door with its head held high, its eyes were as bright as two 24-watt light bulbs, it was unbelievable that someone was watching it, the sheriff of the nursing home The cat slipped under the nose.

If this gets out, will it still be a cat?

The little cow grinds its claws, determined to catch Guo'er and bring it before its owner.