Chapter 441 The library encounters a talented girl
Today is October 2, 2083, Saturday, August 21, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The outdoor temperature is 21.5 degrees Celsius, cloudy to sunny, wind force level 3, southwest wind. If you wear a jacket without zipping it, the breeze can blow up the hem, like a superhero's cape, suitable for cool boys and girls to go out for a walk.
Cool boy Lu Zhengkang took cool girl Su Xiangli to his grandfather's hometown. As for another classmate Zhang Yingxuan, he was doing homework with classmate Zhou Ping.
This time is different from the usual children's trips. Because there is no robot following, Lu Zhengkang is responsible for safety issues and other chores. Actually, it's not much, just carry a bag, bring some wet wipes, snacks, medicine and so on.
Su Xiangli had been feeling a little sleepy since she left home in the morning. Lu Zhengkang touched her forehead with his forehead and felt a little feverish. After giving her an antibiotic, she slept the whole journey on the train, waking up once in the middle of the train just to eat.
Lu Zhengkang used a small spoon to put the rice into Su Xiangli's mouth. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was not idle.
"Hmm... Bad guy, this doesn't taste good." She groaned as if she was dreaming, and sat on the back of the chair. She felt so comfortable that she would snore the next second. After taking a bite, she opened her mouth slightly.
, signaling for another bite.
Lu Zhengkang felt a sense of joy in taking care of the younger generation in his heart, but on the surface, he teased Su Xiangli as a little pig who ate and slept. She was even more piggy than a little pig and slept while eating.
Su Xiangli began to scold him, muttering, raising the corners of his mouth, and the rice grains dripped out after eating, and Lu Zhengkang had to wipe them little by little.
There was an old lady reading a book in the train. She took off her reading glasses and looked out the window. Then she looked at Lu Zhengkang and the two of them, looking like they were in a bright spring.
Lu Zhengkang turned to look at her. The old lady smiled at him and took two toffees from her bag and handed them to him.
Su Xiangli was eating the salty Mushu Pork Rice Bowl, when suddenly a short piece of milk candy popped into her mouth. After the candy wrapper melted, the sweet milk flavor emerged. She suddenly laughed and opened her arms, "Lu Zhengkang,
You hug me."
"No." Lu Zhengkang refused directly and planned to chat with the old lady for a while. Her elders had a generous and gentle temperament. At first glance, she seemed to have rich experience, broad knowledge, and the ability to talk about everything.
Su Xiangli hummed, grabbed Lu Zhengkang's sitting hand and hugged him, "I want to sleep."
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes in pain, and his arms were used as pillows. It was a real torture experience. Who knows what kind of posture he was in. He couldn't chat with others in this state, he was still playing with his mobile phone.
He flipped through an e-book and read "Robinson Crusoe". This was the earliest farming text he had ever read. It was so interesting that it gave him the fantasy of living alone in the mountains.
This fantasy, of course, never came true.
By the time the train arrived at the station, Lu Zhengkang could no longer feel his left arm.
Su Xiangli held the cardboard box and complained that Lu Zhengkang was not gentlemanly, "I am a girl, and the machine is very heavy."
Lu Zhengkang moved his arms, "If it weren't for you, how could the Sa family be in this situation! When my hands are no longer sore, I will definitely bear the burden for you!"
Su Xiangli felt happy and said, "We agreed, you can hold this by yourself when your hands are no longer sore."
In fact, my great-grandfather was waiting outside the station. The old man was still cool, standing straight and his eyes were as cold as throwing a spear. No one dared to look at him for fear of being stabbed.
Su Xiangli hesitated, not wanting to get close to Lu Xuefeng. The old man gave her a forced smile, took the carton, and put it in the tow truck of the pickup truck. He returned to the two little kids holding hands, raised his hand slightly, and seemed to
He intended to touch them, but Su Xiangli shrank and hid, subconsciously thinking that the fierce-looking old man was going to hit her. So Lu Xuefeng withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back.
Lu Zhengkang smiled widely at his great-grandfather, "Master, I'm hungry!"
Lu Xuefeng was already familiar with him, so his expression became colder and he just said "get in the car".
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National Day is over.
Lu Zhengkang returned to school and was once again detained in a small classroom.
In fact, for him, there is nothing wrong with the classroom. The classmates are very active and the teacher is very interesting. It is more lively than when he is alone at home playing with his mobile phone. However, it is particularly painful because he cannot play with his mobile phone in the classroom.
There is not much time after school in a day. I only have 20 minutes free during morning exercises at 9:30. Lu Zhengkang takes advantage of this time to run to the library every day.
The administrators are an old couple, and they work in shifts. The old man is soft-tempered and his surname is Wen, and the old lady is a very sarcastic one and her surname is Qian. Of course Lu Zhengkang likes to talk to the old man, but he always saves good words for the old lady.
, to make her happy, so that she would bring some snacks to Lu Zhengkang.
After half a semester, Lu Zhengkang became familiar with the two of them, and then he discovered that it was the old man who had been hiding secretly.
He has a pile of out-of-print paper books, including some Nobel Prize-winning works of this century, many of which are not accessible to Lu Zhengkang, and even Lu Jiande and his wife may not be qualified to purchase them.
Lu Zhengkang cannot be taken out, so I can only read it in the library when I have time every day.
Later, he discussed with his class teacher that he could freely spend one self-study class every day and take naps in the summer, so he would have more time to come to the library.
Time flies, and Lu Zhengkang spent many happy hours in the library.
The peaceful and boring days were broken in the third grade. In fact, it was not a break. In November 2085, Lu Zhengkang met his book friend in the library. A little girl from the first grade came. She didn't like to talk and was very polite.
, Lu Zhengkang’s courses are different from hers, so you don’t encounter them every day.
Lu Zhengkang tried to talk to her several times, but she kept silent. Instead, the administrator, Grandma Qian, inquired about her. When chatting with Lu Zhengkang, she said that this first-year student also entered with perfect scores, just like Lu Zhengkang.
"Oh, great, talented beautiful girl, cool." Lu Zhengkang complained quietly.
Su Xiangli knew that Lu Zhengkang liked to go to the library, so she also tried to ask for leave from her class teacher, but of course she was rejected many times.
Lu Zhengkang laughed mercilessly at this.
One day, the talented girl came to talk to Lu Zhengkang to ask if he had finished reading a Mo Yan novel he borrowed.
"Can you understand Mo Yan?" Lu Zhengkang was surprised.
The genius girl shook her head honestly, "Teacher Mo Yan's article is very interesting. I will read it again and again."
Her voice was very unpleasant, thin and sharp, and her breathing was short, as if a small needle had pierced the eardrum. No wonder she didn't like to talk. The first time Lu Zhengkang met her was a month ago. During this time, he met her countless times, and she was really the first to talk.
Second-rate.
After starting the conversation, the two of them gradually became acquainted with each other. The genius is called Meng Qijun, which is a very nice name. He is also very good-looking. He has long black hair with thick texture, fair skin, and an oval face. It is a pity that he is chubby.
Her voice was really unpleasant, so Lu Zhengkang always said it, and she silently agreed, nodding or shaking her head. She said no more than five sentences in a day.
