Chapter 4: The Holy Body of Suffering
Chapter 4: The Holy Body of Suffering
"Some place names and personal names need to be localized, while some do not need to be changed. Just treat it as a foreign story. There is not much foreign information involved, and it does not exceed the scope."
Gu Lu was prepared to choose the smallest change, not because he respected the original work - he was simply confident of his own level.
Nonsense! If he could localize a 10-point original work to 12 points, how could his previous life be a flop? A 10-point taste out of 9 points in the original work is beyond reach.
Making a draft in his mind and acting after planning are one of Gu Lu's few strengths. This process took more than an hour, and when he came to his senses, it was already past eight o'clock.
I felt the urgency of the situation.
"I've finished copying the papers, now it's time to do something else that requires my brain. As a follower of mine, I can't stay up all night and die suddenly."
Gu Lu sighed inwardly. Why should the poor students who have already been given up be assigned homework? It is unreasonable and unscientific.
What's the difference between this and having failed to draw ten times in a row, and then drawing once, and then saying "a single draw will bring a miracle"? They are both ways of comforting themselves.
The original body often stayed up late. On the night when he was about to die, he finished the business targets of 9 English books in one night. When he opened his eyes again, he felt like a new person.
The specifications of the English version are 25cm*18.5, 16 pages (excluding the cover), a total of 2 pages copied on both sides, yuan per book, and the original author makes money from it.
In addition, there is income from helping to buy snacks. No. 37 Middle School is divided into day students and boarding students, and boarding students are not allowed to leave the school.
But many people are greedy. Even though the school has a canteen, the grilled sausages, fried chicken fillets and wolf tooth potatoes sold at the stalls at the school gate are so delicious.
Taking advantage of the status of a day student, I passed the money in through the back door and paid one yuan per person on a monthly basis.
The original body was a junior high school student, only fifteen years old, why was he actively trying to make money? Because - I was poor.
Two years ago, his parents divorced, his sister followed his mother, and his original self followed his father. His grades also started to slide down from then on, going down, down, down...
The dissolute father only comes home a few times a month, and even when he does, he is drunk.
There is no need to pay high tuition fees for nine years of compulsory education, but there are miscellaneous fees and living expenses, so you have to save money desperately for emergencies.
It’s no wonder that the original body is not tall. The second and third year of junior high school are the stage of growth. With such a life of having no idea where to eat, it’s impossible for the nutrition to be sufficient.
As for why he didn't look for his mother, well - both his biological mother and stepfather didn't like him, and his grandparents were all in his hometown, so it could be said that he had no relatives.
Gu Lu got up from the sofa, which made a mournful creaking sound. It was said that this piece of furniture was a luxury item bought by his parents when they got married.
Writing quickly at the desk!
One person, one pen, one hour, one miracle.
"Finish it and go to bed!"
Gu Lu walked to the south wall and drew a line on the calendar.
Every eight days, the original body would allow himself to eat a string of roasted sweet potato skin.
A string of sweet potato skins only costs one yuan, which is not expensive. In 2023, before Gu Lu traveled through time, a string cost 2.5 yuan.
But for the original person, it is equivalent to copying half an English book, or running errands for a month.
The current price of eggs in the Fog City is only three or four yuan per pound. The original owner was reluctant to eat them, but was also greedy, so he planned to eat them once every eight days, and he would look forward to it every sixth or seventh day.
It seems like it’s the seventh day now, and tomorrow will be the eighth day. For no reason, I feel a sense of anticipation rising in my heart, just like the last two classes on Friday.
"If it was two days later, he would have had his last meal of potato skin. What a pity. But then again, he is simply born with the ability to endure hardship!"
"It's so hard, but I'm still living my life seriously. I go to the market to buy myself some meat on weekends. It seems that I've traveled through time and space and have made my life even worse?"
Gu Lu felt like he had been shot in the knee. A loser in 2023, his attitude towards life was no match for a junior high school student in 2013...
Go to bed early and get up early.
The next day, the sun was shining in the sky, but the flowers did not smile at Gu Lu.
Morning self-study starts at 7:20, so whether you live on campus or go to school as a day student, you have to get up early.
If boarding students are willing to skip breakfast, they can sleep for more than 20 minutes in the dormitory.
The dormitory of the junior high school of No. 37 Middle School is a six-person room and is some distance away from the cafeteria.
"You know, someone was almost caught smoking in the back playground last night."
"which one?"
"I don't know, but I heard it was from the second grade. The life teacher checked the boys' dormitory but couldn't find it." "It's definitely impossible for him to be brought into the dormitory."
……
For the boarding students, this was definitely big news, so it spread throughout the campus in just one morning.
Ren Jie, who passed the news to Zhou Lin, was said to have known some big brothers in society, was very popular in school, and was very well-informed.
Ren Jie saw that the little sister was not interested in this news, so she changed the subject, "Linlin, did that plague god bully you after you changed seats?"
"Gu Lu? Is he okay?" Zhou Lin responded, "He hasn't talked much since the change of position for a week."
"He's a plague god, with a stern face, as if someone owes him millions." Ren Jie pouted, "Just like the old witch (math teacher) said, he looks shifty and has a chance to become a thief when he grows up."
"I feel like what Teacher Yan said is a bit unfair." Zhou Lin said, "Gu Lu's Chinese grades are pretty good."
Ren Jie didn't look down on poor students, because her own grades were just average. She looked down on Gu Lu who was a poor student and not talkative.
"No matter how good you are, you can't get into high school." Ren Jie continued.
The two chatted while finishing their breakfast, then walked from the cafeteria to the classroom. There were only a few minutes left before the morning self-study class started.
Morning reading is to be read aloud, led by the class representative, which is in line with the description in most prose: "The pleasant sound of reading floats out of the window..."
Gu Lu and lip-syncing are of the same nature, just opening their mouths but no sound comes out.
For him, the morning seemed like a year, because Gu Lu was eager to complete something.
When the get out of class was over, Gu Lu found Fan Xiaotian.
However, the classroom was not a place to talk, so the two walked to the flower bed. Although it was called a flower bed, it was actually bare and there was nothing planted in it.
"Xiaotian, do you have your cell phone with you?" Gu Lu said.
The school has a rule for the third year of junior high school that mobile phones are not allowed to be brought into the classroom. Even if you live on campus, you can only leave them in the dormitory.
"My monthly exam grades dropped again, and then my dad took my phone away directly," said Fan Xiaotian.
Gu Lu was stunned to find himself dying before accomplishing his mission. He also had a mobile phone, but it was a Symbian version, a very old and unknown brand. It was impossible for him to create a document and save it in an SD card and then transfer it to a computer using a card reader.
"What's the emergency?" Fan Xiaotian asked as he saw his friend frowning.
"A little urgent, but not very urgent." Gu Lu used his original body's speaking habit.
Gu Lu was a little anxious after knowing his classmates for more than two years. Fan Xiaotian felt that he was a very loyal person, so he spoke without thinking and said, "I'll go back tonight to see if I can steal the phone."
"Not really." Gu Lu immediately shook his head.
After being rejected, Fan Xiaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because he had let himself down many times by making blind promises. The quality of his father's Septwolves was really good.
One road was broken, and Gu Lu immediately tried to make up for it. Except for Fan Xiaotian, his original body was basically the "sixth man of the Miracle Era" in the class. He had a weak sense of presence and no other friends.
Go to a black internet cafe, three yuan an hour...
Gu Lu estimated his typing speed, and if he copied what was in his mind, he should be able to write about four to five thousand words per hour.
Last night I picked out seven short stories suitable for submission to "Story Club", totaling about 40,000 words.
It takes more than ten hours to write, and the internet fee is more than thirty yuan. If you empty out all your savings, it seems possible.
The only drawback was that Gu Lu’s thoughts were interrupted by Xiaotian.
"Gulu, your QQ has been upgraded, and the sun will be there soon." Fan Xiaotian, who was feeling a little embarrassed, just tried to find a topic to talk about.
"Oh no."
Gu Lu replied casually that he hadn't used QQ for a long time in 2023, so there was nothing exciting about having a sun on his head.
However, for primary school students of this generation, having a high QQ level and many likes (messages) on their QQ space are topics for showing off.
Therefore, students who don’t have data will ask students who have computers at home to help them hang up for two hours...
(End of this chapter)