Seeing Zhang Yingxuan's face gradually turning red, Su Xiangli, the righteous partner, decided to use a skill: Lu Zhengkang is flying!
"Quick, sing!"
Lu Zhengkang shook his head. He didn't like to do repetitive things.
Su Xiangli pursed her lips and stood up quickly, "Amen to a vine..." She actually repeated it completely, and the lyrics and tune were absolutely correct.
When she started singing, the other children also sang along and beat the rhythm. However, compared to when Lu Zhengkang was leading the singing, the scene was much more chaotic. Zhang Yingxuan on the stage suddenly lowered his head in a daze, ran down in a hurry, and shrunk to the class
corner.
Qiu Qiongzhu let out a confused sound, "Why doesn't he come over? His place is here..."
Su Xiangli didn't finish singing, but she stopped singing. She turned to look at Zhang Yingxuan. The young man was lying on the table, his head buried in his arms, and his little suit was shaking slightly.
Lu Zhengkang pulled Su Xiangli back to his seat. At this time, the head teacher completed the self-introduction for Zhang Yingxuan on the stage, and then called No. 15 to the stage without embarrassing Zhang Yingxuan. Lu Zhengkang got up, slipped out, and ran to the seat next to Zhang Yingxuan.
sit down.
Lu Zhengkang gently hugged the boy's shoulders, "Xuanxuan, Benben? Are you okay?"
Zhang Yingxuan turned his head slightly and turned his face blurred by tears towards Lu Zhengkang. He sobbed incoherently: "Am I useless?"
Lu Zhengkang looked around and found that no one was paying attention except a few teachers, so he took out a small handkerchief from his coat pocket. The plain square handkerchief had a soft texture and wiped Zhang Yingxuan's face and blew his nose.
"It's okay, you're great. They won't listen anyway, as long as a few of us know about you." Lu Zhengkang comforted his friends awkwardly.
Qiu Qiongzhu came on stage on the 16th, and Su Xiangli also came to Zhang Yingxuan. She didn't say anything, but tried hard to show a worried expression, just like her mother. The little girl didn't know what caring was in her heart. She only hoped to do something.
Let Zhang Yingxuan become that cheerful handsome guy in a suit again.
Zhang Yingxuan put his hands on his face, which was subconsciously imitating his father. He had secretly seen his father sitting on the sofa more than once, burying his face in his hands, his body hunched and silent, and the light of the projector shone in the darkness.
Liang father's body, his vague outline is like a solemn sculpture, or a tombstone.
However, Zhang Yingxuan's hand was too small and could only hold half of his face, which looked a bit funny. Seeing that Zhang Yingxuan was adjusting himself, Lu Zhengkang felt relaxed.
When Zhang Yingxuan put down his hand, he was the upright little old-fashioned man again. But his eyes were still a little red and his eyes were wet, like a clear lake in a dispute in the morning mist.
Su Xiangli's eyes widened, what kind of magic is this?
Qiu Qiongzhu on the stage was talking to herself, and didn't care about the noise of the children in the audience. After speaking, she walked off the stage without being sloppy at all.
Classmate Qiu squinted her eyes and raised her face, showing no emotion. She walked to her seat and sat down only to find that her friends had moved their positions. She stood up again in a panic, ran to Lu Zhengkang and sat down next to her.
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Lu Zhengkang gave her a thumbs up, "Nice! (Like!)"
Qiu Qiongzhu also responded with a like, "gracias! (Thank you!)"
Lu Zhengkang was confused. Can she speak Spanish? Can she also flick her tongue?!
Shocked!
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At the end of the day's course, Lu Zhengkang had some recollections of afternoon tea. He said it was afternoon tea, but it was impossible to actually give tea to the children. They drank high-calcium, low-fat pure milk with a 20-gram piece of tiramisu.
Two pieces of walnut cake and some milk-flavored teething sticks.
In an era when the means of production are extremely abundant, diligence and frugality are still a good social trend. Children can eat all their meals, and the amount of each of their meals will be backed up and recorded, so that it can be supplied on demand, further reducing waste.
Lu Zhengkang is still the child who eats the most.
Everyone said it was a blessing to be able to eat, but the teachers were still worried about Lu Zhengkang's weight. A life teacher repeatedly asked Lu Zhengkang if he was full, but Lu Zhengkang was embarrassed to continue eating.
The unlovable classmate Su Xiangli did not hesitate to mock Lu Zhengkang for being a big loser.
Lu Zhengkang's face turned red with anger, "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? Can you call me a loser because of my long body? I just ate a little more, why did I become a loser..." Next, there was another round of nutrition.
The difficult words such as science and physiology made the friends laugh, and the atmosphere inside and outside the cafeteria was full of joy.
When leaving school, Lu Zhengkang, Su Xiangli, Qiu Qiongzhu, and Zhang Yingxuan were walking together. Lu Zhengkang walked in front, Su Xiangli was on his right, Zhang Yingxuan was half a body behind on his left, and Qiu Qiongzhu was honest.
He was actually in the back position between Zhang Yingxuan and Lu Zhengkang.
Su Xiangli tugged on Lu Zhengkang's sleeve, "You perform another one."
Lu Zhengkang was helpless, "Which one?"
"That's it."
Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath and sighed slowly, "No."
"Come on, let's have another one!"
"...Okay, just once." Lu Zhengkang felt humiliated, and then he shook his body in amusement, "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air! Can you be a loser if you have a long body? I just eat more.
A little bit of 'billion'..."
"Hahahahahaha!!!" Su Xiangli's child laughed so hard that people within ten miles could only rely on hearing aids for the rest of their lives.
Zhang Yingxuan was amazed, "As expected of Lu Zhengkang, I just searched and found that this passage was said by Lu Xun."
Lu Zhengkang huffed and said, "It can't be said by him. I am a model and he speaks."
"cool! (Cool!)" x3
The little brother was waiting at the door. What was strange was that the parents were reluctant to leave him in the morning, but most of the people who picked up the children after school were robots, which made some little ones feel aggrieved.
Zhang Yingxuan's robot is black and red, has a middle-aged male voice, and is called Mr. Bai.
He is really straight-laced, even his expression is (_`).
Qiu Qiongzhu’s robot has a blue and white color scheme, a mechanical and electronic sound, and a very punk feel. It is a rare Home Type 5 test version on the market. It is called TT Zai, and this naming style is not inferior to that of Baiyang Yangzhen.
The capsule train couldn't accommodate four children and four machines, so they agreed to take the urban skytrain to go home together.
The nearest skytrain station is on the edge of the school district, a half-hour walk away, so I took the bus first. After making a reservation at the platform, the flying bus arrived within ten seconds.
Public transportation in the city is free, which Lu Zhengkang likes very much. Although taking the bus was not expensive in the past, it took a while to get on the bus and insert coins or scan the QR code. It made people anxious when a group of people walked slowly, especially
It can be even more depressing on rainy days.
The front half of the carriage is for people to sit, and the back half is for robots to stand on. The No. 2235 bus that Lu Zhengkang is currently riding can accommodate up to 20 people and 40 robots.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the 17th. Several senior students in the car were discussing holiday travel matters, while the adults mentioned the city-wide screen projection performance.
Su Xiangli: "Lu Zhengkang, can you come to me during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Lu Zhengkang said lazily, "Not good."
"Hmph! Do you want to eat the mooncakes I made by myself?"
Qiu Qiongzhu raised her hands silently, "I, I..."
Lu Zhengkang: "Hey, can you really make mooncakes? I doubt your skills."
Su Xiangli sniffed, picked out the gallery on his phone, and signaled Lu Zhengkang to take a closer look.
The light in the picture is bright and clear. There is a round black-glazed plum blossom dish placed on the white dining table. There are three white and waxy snowskin mooncakes with the character "Fu" piled on the dish. I don't say whether they are delicious or not, but they are really good-looking.
Chapter completed!