There is class on Sunday afternoon, but it is self-study. It is not necessary to go according to the regulations, but no student dares to really skip class.
However, Lu Zhengkang dared!
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Su Xiangli thought he had gone to school, so he happily ran to Yonghang No. 1 Middle School to visit his boyfriend, but he saw no one.
Zhang Yingxuan said with a smile: "You are here, let's study together for a while?"
Seeing the old friend, Su Xiangli also recalled the days when they were learning English under the same roof. She happily sat in Lu Zhengkang's seat, and her deskmate was Zhang Yingxuan. The other classmates secretly looked at this stranger with curious eyes.
girl.
Su Xiangli flipped through Lu Zhengkang's desk. The textbooks and exercise books inside were all brand new. When he opened the student tablet, there was only online course software and no other courseware.
"Doesn't this kid usually do homework?" Su Xiangli muttered, "He's getting lazy." She had long known that Lu Zhengkang didn't like to do homework. In his own words, homework was used to consolidate knowledge.
Yes, my knowledge is very solid and does not need to be consolidated. During the days when the bodies were exchanged, Su Xiangli helped Lu Zhengkang with his homework every day. On the one hand, she was a good student, and on the other hand, she really
Need to do some homework to lay the foundation.
Tasks like writing homework are the most annoying, and it is most annoying when some people don't have to write and are still hanging around in front of you. Su Xiangli's mood suddenly became gloomy.
Zhang Yingxuan turned his pen and whispered: "Lao Lu draws every day after class. I estimate that he will move his craft table to the classroom in two days."
"His paintings? Where are they hidden?" Su Xiangli opened the desk locker and rummaged through them layer by layer.
"Clamped in the blank paper." Zhang Yingxuan rubbed his temples. The long period of staying up late to study made him a little groggy. When he realized that his mind was relaxed, he stopped paying attention to Su Xiangli and began to study the questions at his desk.
Su Xiangli was so pleased that she took out a thick stack of drawing paper. She thought that Lu Zhengkang must be drawing a portrait of his most adorable girlfriend in the world again!
As a result, not half of the paintings were by Su Xiangli. There were paintings by Master Tang, King Titan, starships, turtles, and all kinds of strange creatures. The lines were clean and neat, and the style was straightforward. They were all masterpieces, but the only one
The problem is - there is no Su Xiangli.
Susu was furious!
She stuffed the drawing paper back on the desk and angrily got up and left.
Zhang Yingxuan was stunned, "Where are you going?"
"Find a score with your deskmate! Humph!"
As soon as she left, the students in the classroom started talking. Someone came up to Zhang Yingxuan and said, "Wow, do you know that girl just now?"
"Well, I'm an old classmate, Lu Zhengkang is his partner."
"Oh, my puppy love."
Zhang Yingxuan glared, "Can childhood sweethearts be called puppy love?"
"Can't you?"
"Can it?"
"That can't be true."
They looked at each other. At this time, the classroom suddenly became quiet, and the head teacher quietly walked behind them and asked, "What can't be done?"
Zhang Yingxuan was all hairy, "Oh... I am, asking him if he can answer this question."
"Don't talk during self-study time. If you have any questions, ask the teacher after class. Huh? Where's Lu Zhengkang?" The class teacher is a fat old man, wearing a pair of thick light brown technical glasses. His clothes are always trendy, he is cool and serious.
an old man.
"He... didn't come." Zhang Yingxuan sighed.
"Oh, if he didn't come, he didn't come." The head teacher spread his hands, turned around and left.
The students who witnessed this scene had mixed emotions: Why do we have to come? Scumbags have no human rights!
At this time, Lu Zhengkang was sitting in a familiar beverage shop.
The lady boss smiled and asked: "My classmate is here again? What would you like to drink?"
Lu Zhengkang asked: "Do you still have that bamboo sprout?"
"You're early. The Green Lemon Bamboo Meng has been sold out in the morning, and new products will not come in until four in the afternoon."
Lu Zhengkang looked at the electronic clock on the wall, "I'm used to arriving early. It's three-fifty, so I'll wait."
The news was playing on the TV in the beverage shop. Lu Zhengkang sat down in the rest area and looked up at the news program.
The news host’s smile was neither friendly nor rigid, as if it were some kind of handicraft produced on an assembly line: three parts gentle, three parts spirited, three parts serious, and one part urgent. “Our news is that recently, the father of the bionic man
, Kamsky Carnegie visited China..."
Lu Zhengkang was silent and looked at the beverage shop with his peripheral vision. The furnishings here are actually not much different from before the replacement. The layout style is the same, institutionalized and commercialized, including wallpaper, tables and chairs, all specified by the company. Such a layout
It is easy to embody the characteristics of a brand. In the early stages of market expansion, it can distinguish itself from the countless industries that have fallen into the trap.
By the end of the century, the great abundance of food raw materials led to a rapid shrinkage of food market sales. A large number of similar companies went bankrupt and merged in the fierce competition. In order to suppress the emergence of monopoly companies, the state took the initiative to inject capital. In many cases,
Several state-owned enterprises have been established in endangered industries to ensure the vitality of the industry and the stability of market prices.
In other words, Lu Zhengkang was sitting in the public shop.
The furnishings have not changed much, but some potted plants have been added, a shelf of succulents has been piled up in the corner of the bar, and some small hangings have been added to the wall.
In this afternoon with clean and gentle lighting indoors and clouds gathering outside, Lu Zhengkang looked at Dr. Carnegie on TV. He was an old man with a white beard who looked like Grandpa KFC.
At four o'clock, there were footsteps approaching. Colonel Lin came over wearing a casual shirt and shorts, holding a glass of lime bamboo and said, "Your drink is ready."
Lu Zhengkang raised his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise. Just as he was about to speak, Colonel Lin shook his head gently.
"Where is the straw?" Lu Zhengkang responded quickly.
"I'll take you to get it." Colonel Lin led him towards the storage warehouse.
Walking into the warehouse, where the raw materials for making drinks were piled up, Colonel Lin stopped in front of a shelf and looked towards the shelf compartment.
Lu Zhengkang thought to himself, is it some kind of secret base?
Sure enough, the tight-fitting floor in front of the shelves suddenly sank into a staircase wide enough for one person.
"Come on." Colonel Lin said in a low tone.
Lu Zhengkang followed him into the basement. It was a small safe house with no strange instruments and equipment, but it did have a unit of exoskeleton armor. As the stairs closed, Lu Zhengkang could feel the incomparable silence.
"Comrade Colonel!" Lu Zhengkang saluted, "What happened?"
Colonel Lin stared at Lu Zhengkang. The cold lights in the safe house shone on his back, but cast a long and deep shadow on his front face. "These are extraordinary times, so we have to be cautious. Just yesterday, the organization
I received news online that the server of "Three Worlds" has not been shut down."
Lu Zhengkang was silent.
"Out of careful consideration, and with the support of some internal intelligence we received, the organization dispatched a special operations team to the Antarctic to infiltrate the WW3 crew. After paying the price of a comrade... we obtained key intelligence. Now,
We will continue to send troops to investigate the "Three Worlds" game that has been discontinued, and we may need your special power."
Chapter completed!