Lu Zhengkang shouted angrily: "Let go!"
Su Xiangli leaned back, and Lu Zhengkang was also pulled from his seat by his ears.
Oh my god, why is Su Xiangli sitting in the last row... No, Lu Zhengkang complained that his mind would always wander, and it would be better if he didn't look at other girls... No, why should Su Xiangli care if I look at other people? !
Lu Zhengkang turned to glare at her, but she had a smile on her lips and contemptuous and teasing eyes. A teenage girl could show such a reserved and subtle expression. Lu Zhengkang felt that she was really a miracle, so He was angry, but his tone of voice was weak, "What are you doing? You are not allowed to play around after class."
Su Xiangli retracted his hand boredly, turned his head and lowered his eyes, flipped through the text in his hand, and ignored Lu Zhengkang.
"..." Lu Zhengkang rubbed his hands, and suddenly realized that this action was very obscene, so he stood at Su Xiangli's table with his hands on his hips, condescending. In the bright afternoon, his shadow was faintly cast on her table. It happened to block the articles in the textbook. Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and saw that it was a Chinese language book. What Su Xiangli was reading was also ancient poetry, but it was the same as Baifeng.
On the open page of the book, Su Xiangli's long slender fingers of her left hand were pointing at the paper. Her nails were a clear light autumn color, and the shiny horny surface reflected the sunlight, as if there were a grain of frost and snow on her fingertips. And she The poem he was referring to was "The Hairpin Head and the Phoenix's Red Crisp Hands", which made Lu Zhengkang feel cold in his heart.
Su Xiangli casually turned the pages with his right hand, and the fingertips of his left hand were cruising comfortably, passing through articles, ancient poems, and excerpts from famous works. Some of them were familiar to Lu Zhengkang, and some were unfamiliar to him. At a glance, It seems that I saw Mr. Lu Xun’s article...
Seeing Su Xiangli's indifference, Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt funny. He slowly leaned over and hit his head on the book, making Su Xiangli unable to turn the page. He thought that if she couldn't help but pull her ears, he would He turned his head sharply, opened his mouth and bit her. Even if she called her a mad dog, it didn't matter. Today, I, Lu Zhengkang, just want to prove what kind of gentleman I am who will avenge my revenge!
"You go away." She said this and gently poked his face with her fingers. Her gentle nails dug shallow pits on Lu Zhengkang's ivory skin. The touch was different from her own face. The feeling was different. She quickly leaned into Lu Zhengkang's ear and cursed softly: "Shameless!"
Lu Zhengkang felt something approaching him, so he turned his face sharply as planned.
The tip of his nose cut through the air, exhaling the heat of his breath. Slowly, slowly, it washed over Su Xiangli's chin and lips. She felt the tingling tenderness spreading until his rough nose hit hers. Nose.
Shameless! She cursed again and covered her nose.
Lu Zhengkang took two or three steps back in shock, his knees bent and hit his chair. He sat down, lost in thought, and raised his hand to gently touch his lips.
Is it mine, my illusion? But that feeling, experienced in a few milliseconds, the thin and pleated cortex rubbed against each other, the current of nerve signals tore through his muscles and bones, and penetrated his soul flesh, but And fleeting, so fleeting and fleeting, shorter than any unit of time he knew.
In an instant? Destroyed in a lifetime?
One microsecond? One nanosecond?
Why do you think of this?
The shortest time unit in the universe is Planck time, which is ten minus forty-three seconds. The world is a movie, and the interval between each frame is ten minus forty-three seconds. Lu Zhengkang felt that he had touched the time in the previous frame.
After meeting her...what could happen in such a short time?
Su Xiangli pointed at him with his finger, which was threatening. At this time, the class bell rang, the teacher came in, and the students all stood up and bowed to say hello.
When Lu Zhengkang bowed, he looked sideways at her. She also looked sideways at him. Her nose was a little red. Was she injured? Lu Zhengkang cupped his fists and begged for mercy.
The teacher on the stage said hello, classmates, and everyone stood up straight and took their seats. This class was a math class, and the teacher was a thin old lady who spoke feebly. She gave homework as soon as she came. The homework after class included exercises and preview texts. Listen.
She spoke in an understatement, but the workload was really quite heavy.
Everyone's first impression of her was that she was difficult to deal with. The old lady looked shrewd and it was really difficult to fool her.
The class teacher once said that after class time is used for homework. This is a tradition in Ninghu, so the teachers are very considerate and assign homework before class.
Homework usually closely follows the content of the class. Today I mentioned that I will write about the algebra unit. If the class goes above and beyond and talks more about geometry, then add geometry homework. If the progress is not good and the algebra is not finished, then
Drag the hall.
Very early in the morning, I have to sit in the classroom before seven o'clock. Except for lunch time and bathroom breaks, I have to squat in my seat for ten hours. This is still the first grade of junior high school. In the second grade of junior high school, I have evening self-study, and school doesn't end until nine o'clock in the evening. That's almost
Twelve hours.
These days, the national standard working time is six hours a day.
Are students not considered human beings?
Lu Zhengkang scratched his head, this is much worse than what I did back then.
The math teacher was teaching a class, and what he was talking about was quite advanced. The first class of the semester was calculus.
The teachers are of high standard, and the students are also of high standard. Many people have already learned these contents online, which seems to be an understatement.
Lu Zhengkang looked around. Everyone was serious. But at a glance, he knew that a lot of them were just pretending. There were still a few looking around and whispering. They really didn't study much seriously. Zhou Ping was the only one, the dark-skinned No. 10.
Count one.
The math teacher wrote a question on the blackboard and asked for someone to answer it. He turned around and looked around the classroom. Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads or pretended to stare at the blackboard. They were all classroom veterans. Lu Zhengkang, who was distracted, was immediately exposed.
, and sure enough, he was called to the blackboard.
"I know you, Lu Zhengkang, right?"
Xiaolu nodded obediently. He stood sideways on the stage and looked down. He could see the spacious classroom in full view. The current desk cabinets have a large capacity and can accommodate more textbooks. They can also be automatically classified.
To avoid troublesome retrieval, no piles of books are allowed on the table. Without obstructions, everyone’s little moves can be exposed.
What was Su Xiangli doing at this time? She held up the textbook and blocked her face. Lu Zhengkang only glanced at it and looked away in disappointment.
The math teacher spoke to him in a friendly manner, "You are the first in the province from primary school to junior high school. We have heard about it a long time ago. Although Lu Zhengkang is smart, I see that you have been looking around. It's okay not to be serious in class. Now you
Write this example question on the blackboard and let me see how much you have learned."
Lu Zhengkang reported the answer nonchalantly and directly, confidently and generously. The math teacher was stunned and asked: "What's the process?"
"Does such a simple question require a process?"
"If you don't talk about the process, how will the teacher know whether you have used calculus methods?"
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, could this scene be repeated yesterday?
He took an electronic pen and wrote the derivation process on the blackboard, neatly and clearly.
The math teacher couldn't hide the look of satisfaction on his face, "Come to the office after class and I'll take the paper to test your current level."
"Good teacher."
Lu Zhengkang stepped down from the stage and walked in the aisle. The classmates looked at him secretly. These eyes were like some kind of physical existence. There were even differences between hot and cold, soft and hard. Lu Zhengkang felt a soft gaze and looked sideways. Su
Chapter completed!