Leaving all the website matters to his sister's small team and father, Xiangchuan ran to school like a normal person. Students should enjoy school life. High school students always get involved in business wars and other things when they have nothing to do. In the words of the Chinese teacher
The composition goes off topic.
The smile on her face lasted until the club activities started in the afternoon, and Aino expressionlessly threw over a light screen with an obviously difficult exercise.
The sky is big and the earth is big, nothing is as big as the midterm exam.——Xiangchuan (22022 AD)
On the table next to her, Ouyang Yating looked at her crooked cake with shaved cream, and then at Liang Gong who had started to decorate it with fruits. She wondered for the first time whether she had joined the wrong club, so she put down the framed cake.
Huabang sat on the chair next to him and rested.
"My mother and I watched Xiaoxue's live broadcast yesterday. Did you find a new episode again?" Ouyang Yating asked.
"Yes, yesterday happened to be the finale. Xiaoxue and Lin Ming wanted to continue the show, so I gave them a new drama, which is a sitcom... Well, this is how the ancients classified it." Xiangchuan secretly wiped cold sweat,
Every time she discussed entertainment works, she always felt that she always let things slip. It seemed that she was right not to show off with works from the original era like some protagonists of time-travel novels. With her big mouth, she was afraid that her parents would
In total, I couldn't even wipe her butt.
"Sitcom?" The three of them looked at each other.
"Simply speaking, it is a story told in several scenes. It is basically a main scene plus two or three minor scenes that rarely appear. For example, in a school play, the scene is fixed in the classroom and then told in the classroom.
The story that happened here."
"Wouldn't it be easy to get bored easily?"
The bustle in early March gradually stabilized as time went by. Those other classes and even other students who came to Class 8, Grade 1, during recess time to inquire about the members of the Tongue Club, finally disappeared before arousing the rebellious mentality of everyone in Class 8.
Traces.
There were fewer people watching in the class, but the number of customers who came to the Tongue Club activity room in the afternoon did not decrease with the passage of time as Xiangchuan imagined. There were only those who took out and those who wanted to come in to dine in.
But there were more and more students, and some students even waited until the last minute of afternoon recess before leaving. Finally, on the Monday of the fourth week, the student president Wentao Kai had to move all majors to the university under the protest of the club teachers.
The club leaders held a meeting and decided on a magical "Tianjian Club dine-in rotation schedule for each club". Two to three club members can go to the Tongue Club for dine-in every day, with one round every two weeks. When Xiangchuan got the document that afternoon, his eyes twitched when he saw it. He almost yelled at Student Council President Wen Tao, who claimed that he had condescended to go to the Tongue Club to deliver the document to her in person, but in fact came to rub the cake just out of the oven: I
This is a club! Not a restaurant!
The reason why she didn't have an attack in front of her was because Kagawa herself realized this problem in the third week. If she didn't want to disturb the rehearsals of the nearby performance club and her parents and brothers secretly advised her not to use her pocket money to donate to the club as funding, she would have
I really want to convert this single-family club activity room into a second floor.
There was no way, there were really too many people. But to be on the safe side, Xiangchuan still thought it would take two weeks to try out the effect.
"...This is the idea of solving this question, do you understand?" After finishing the topic, Aino cleared his throat, picked up the juice next to him and took a nice sip, to reward his throat that was so smokey from the topic.<
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".........Oh." Xiangchuan stared at the densely packed formulas on the screen in front of him and choked out one word.
It seems that I don’t understand. Ouyang Yating and Liang Gong, who were sitting at the small table next to them and were learning to make yam cakes by hand, thought at the same time.
"Good afternoon, are you making up a lesson?" Lu Daiqing walked in, followed by a crowd of members of the Literature Club and Physics Club. Soon the entire activity room was filled with Xiaoxing 1 and Xiaoxing 2.
No. 1 immediately ran to the kitchen to wait for orders. Everyone skillfully opened the light screens on the seats and started ordering meals.
"...Monitor, if I fail math, I won't repeat the grade." Xiangchuan raised his head with an apocalyptic expression on his face, which scared Lu Daiqing.
Lu Daiqing approached Ainuo and asked in a low voice: "Is it so urgent?"
"It's so urgent that I doubt whether mathematics is taught in the elementary and junior high schools of our fleet." Aino replied expressionlessly. When he was giving Kagawa a tutoring lesson at the beginning, he saw the nonsense formulas she wrote in the light-screen answer column.
Sometimes he would get angry, but after three consecutive days, his mood gradually stabilized, no, it should be said that he became numb.
Lu Daiqing looked at Ouyang Yating and Liang Gong next to him in confusion, and both of them looked away.
Don't ask! Asking means they have worked hard to teach you! Their lonely profile tells the story of the hard work they have put in these past few days. Lu Daiqing, who has reached the peak of his ability to observe words and colors, naturally understood it with his heart.
"Squad leader, why can humans leave their lives to the control of AI, but they still require us teenagers and girls to learn mathematics." Xiangchuan stood up suddenly, "Isn't science supposed to liberate humans from heavy labor?
Come out and develop! We have developed to the point where we can soar in Qiongyu, why do we still need to learn such tedious numbers——!"
"Okay, okay, sit down."
Aino walked up behind her in a familiar manner and pushed Xiangchuan down. He turned around and saw Lu Daiqing's stunned expression and explained: "Don't worry, our president will talk some escapist nonsense when his brain capacity is overloaded.
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"Haha... This speech is quite good. If your Tongue Club were not so prosperous, I would have wanted to recruit you to our literary club. Mr. Xianggawa, do you have attainments in ancient literature, or... resources? This
In fact, we are envious of both aspects." Lu Daiqing simply sat on the seat opposite Xiangchuan and ordered himself a cup of fruit milk and an apple cake.
"Forget it, I don't have this talent." Xiangchuan waved his hands tiredly. Although he was a liberal arts student, the last time he did a long literary creation was...does the thesis in college count? "And we are only in the first year of high school.
, how much ink can there be in your belly? Read more novels and classics."
"Famous book...?"
A familiar question sentence with a long pronunciation at the end and a rising tone. Xiangchuan looked at the class monitor, and sure enough, the familiar blank expression made her eyes twitch. Although she knew that in modern times, the loss of culture before the 21st century was serious, she would not even lose it.
No literary works have been preserved at all, right?