boys' feelings are always poetry

61.

The physics teacher in Class [-] is named Song. He is dark-skinned and not too tall. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He is said to be a fresh graduate. Accent, and it's a mysterious oriental accent, Song Yu couldn't tell where he was from after listening to it for a long time.

The physics teacher first introduced himself, then looked down at the class roster and saw an interesting name.

"Song Yu? Which classmate is Song Yu?" The physics teacher adjusted his glasses, looked down, and looked at it from back to front.

"It's me!" Song Yu raised his hand, a little unconfident. Starting from military training, every time he was called by name, he would be severely criticized. Now it has formed a conditioned reflex. Are you going to be criticized?

The physics teacher Honey smiled and said, "My dad is also called Song Yu!"

Song Yu: ...

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and Song Yu's face was red and white, neither smiling nor not smiling.

Lu Jixue at the back table laughed a few times, it can be said that he laughed from the heart, different from the usual dangerous smile, Song Yu turned around curiously, and saw Lu Jixue's smile.

Sure enough, Lu Jixue's smile was all used to laugh at Song Yu.

"Since it's so predestined, let Song Yu be the representative of my little physics class!"

As soon as this remark came out, the scene became quiet. The physics teacher took the lead in applauding, and the students below started to applaud.

Song Yu forced a smile, a little suffocated, physics, is the subject he hates the most, in the high school entrance examination, it was because of physics that he got [-] points, and he failed miserably!In middle school, his physics grades were ups and downs. The teacher said that he did few questions. Later, Song Yu practiced a lot of papers, and his grades were still the same. It would be good if he could write two questions on the big questions.

Song Yu has seen high school physics questions before. A small wooden block carries a small wooden block on a large wooden block and slides down a smooth or frictional slope.

Song Yu only used two words to describe it, no.

"Class representative!" The physics teacher nodded in satisfaction and tapped on the blackboard, "After class, hand out the physics project on the podium as homework. Students go back to preview and preview, and I will talk about it tomorrow."

Song Yu smiled, nodded, and wrote in the notepad: One of the representative tasks of the physics class is to hand out physics projects.

In the first physics class of this semester, the physics teacher did not teach a new lesson, but talked about some things that were related to the class but had nothing to do with it.

For example, the physics teacher said that there is a course in their university that requires hand-drawn drawings, and it takes a long time to draw a drawing. In the library, at least the entire long desk is required to lay the drawings flat, which looks very annoying.

At this time, the business opportunity came. The sophomore senior sister drew the drawings for 200 yuan a piece.

Song Yuxin said, I must study literature in the future and make a fist.

62.

After class, Song Yu and the physics teacher got to know each other about the situation. For example, the physics teacher likes to be alone, so Song Yu doesn’t need to go to him before class, unless the physics teacher is going to do experiments in this class, and he is holding experimental equipment such as voltmeter, ammeter, etc. of.

Song Yu felt that this physics teacher, like him, was unwilling to bother others, and sometimes even smashed his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach.

"There are not many experiments in our school, but there are quite a lot of experimental reports to be written. When the time comes, you come to the office to find me, and I will tell you the purpose of the experiment, the experimental equipment, and how to fill in the experimental principles."

Song Yu nodded, his heart was in a state of turmoil. It was his first time to be a public servant. Before that, he had never been an important public servant except when he was in elementary school because he was tall and strong and was the class sports committee. So it was a long time. All the time, Song Yu was in a free state where the well water did not interfere with the river water. He had no burden on his shoulders, and the class committee didn't care about him, so he was relaxed with nothing to do.

Now, he has somehow become the representative of the physics class, and he feels a little uncomfortable and weird.

"Teacher, why should I go to you?"

The physics teacher thought for a while, and adjusted his glasses as Detective Conan adjusted his glasses, "Come and find me on Wednesday morning if you have time. There is a school meeting on Wednesday afternoon, and you won't be able to find me in the afternoon."

Song Yu nodded, smoothed out the physics case on the podium, hugged it in his arms, and started to distribute it from the first table near the door.

Sending it to Fang Zhihui's table, Fang Zhihui showed a smug smile.

"Brother Song! You're promising! No one will ever forget you if you are rich or honored! Hope everyone knows, hope everyone knows!"

"I've signed up! One hundred points will be deducted from Fang Zhihui!"

"Pull it down! You're not the class monitor! Don't scare people!"

Fang Zhizhi's brazen state is really like a hamster he used to raise, stealing food everywhere, vomiting out one by one when frightened, one peanut at a time, very thick-skinned.

"Gao Jiaming said that there is a small dining table where the food is good and the price is affordable. Would you like to go?"

"Distinguished representative of the physics class! The minister seconded, go! You must go!"

Song Yu glanced at him, speechless.

Lu Jixue sat quietly on a chair, writing a problem, which seemed to be a math problem.

Song Yu imitated the cartoon ghost in the cartoon, walking with a gust of wind, trying not to disturb Xueshen's study.

Lu Jixue is the most willing to learn person he has ever met. Unlike the gods of learning he met before, he is the kind of god of learning who works very hard.

He definitely doesn't even watch TV when he comes home at night, let alone touch games.

After thinking about it, Song Yu let out a long sigh of relief after sending out the study case.

Song Yu didn't buy a drink today, but bought a bottle of pure water.

Lu Jixue at the back table knocked on the back of his chair again.

"The study case is damaged."

Song Yu moved closer and took a closer look. There was a mark on the bottom left of the study case in Lu Jixue's hand, which seemed to be a printing problem.

"Oh, you use mine!" Song Yu casually took Lu Jixue's study case and handed his own to Lu Jixue.

Anyway, I'm not good at previewing, so it's better to leave it to those who need it, and the other party is still a god of learning.

Song Yu held up the study case, looked at it against the light, and pondered, how was this printed, and there was a black hole printed out.

Turning to the back, Song Yu suddenly discovered that there was a line of neat and decent handwriting in the lower right corner of the study case, which was definitely the style of a great calligrapher.

In the lower right corner of the study case, it says: Can you do me a favor?

Song Yu read it several times and guessed, based on the analysis of the beautiful handwriting, it should be written by Lu Jixue.

Song Yu turned around slowly, and asked hesitantly, "What...what's the matter?"

With a high position and authority, the invincible monitor of the peerless academic god, the handsome and unrestrained study minister, and still want to ask ordinary people for help?Is it really the role of the physics class to represent the coat?Gou rich and noble without forgetting each other?

At this time, Lu Jixue quickly raised the school case at hand, on the back was written: Help fall in love with me quickly.