Chapter 81 It’s done!
Chapter 81 It’s done!
At exactly 10 o'clock, capital time, all the teachers and students of the school lined up in the playground.
At the opening ceremony of No. 2012 Middle School in , the person who spoke on behalf of the freshmen was Zhou Lin.
"?" Whenever a question mark appeared in Gu Lu's mind, it was not his problem... Damn, why did you get up there, classmate?
"You're so awesome, right? You're good-looking and have good grades." Pen-spinning king Tian Xiao looked at Gu Lu in amazement and successfully misunderstood him.
Tian Xiao said, "There is a top student in the Tsinghua and Peking University class. I heard that she scored 741 points in the high school entrance examination. It's very abnormal. Our school had a hard time snatching her from No. Middle School."
Haha, brothers, this world is becoming more and more magical. If Gu Lu remembered correctly, Zhou Lin had good grades, but he had never been in the top five in the grade.
Nana is the one with the best grades in the class, so what does your score of 741 mean? Did you not give your best effort in the exams? To be honest, Gu Lu even suspected that this guy had a system.
"Keep staring... Tsk tsk, you're in trouble, you've been poisoned." Tian Xiao saw the classmate next to him staring at him without blinking, "But we're desk mates, who would help you if I don't? I have an acquaintance in my class, let me introduce you to him."
The teacher had already adjusted the seats according to the height.
The male classmate sitting next to him was also very nice. At least Gu Lu felt very comfortable when he saw a male classmate who was about the same height as him.
"No, I know her well. We used to sit at the same table." Gu Lu said truthfully, "I just didn't expect her grades to be so good."
Tian Xiao was silent for a few seconds, then patted Gu Lu on the shoulder and said, "Brother, it's okay to lie to me, but don't lie to yourself."
"..." Gu Lu stopped talking. He needed to calm down. After he calmed down, he noticed that Tian Xiaoren was short, but his hands were relatively big, a little longer than his.
Aren't the development of hands and height synchronous? Gu Lu was distracted.
The long-winded opening ceremony finally came to an end, especially the principal's speech, which was full of clichés. He first talked about the history of No. 8 Middle School, then listed the achievements made in recent years, and finally encouraged students to look forward to the future.
The whole school was dispersed. If you use a flying vehicle to take pictures from above at this moment, you can see waves hitting each other like the waves of the ocean.
"Hey brother, how did you avoid going to the military training?" Zeng Jie took the initiative to find Gu Lu after the training ended and said to him in a familiar manner, "I took a cold shower and caught a cold, but I still failed to get leave."
"It's nothing, I just have some old illness. The doctor didn't recommend military training, so I didn't go." Gu Lu said.
"Great! I have the same problem," said Zeng Jie.
If you don’t know how to chat, don’t be awkward, brother. Gu Lu probably knew why the other party took the initiative to say hello.
Earlier in class, he spoke too quickly and probably felt a little uncomfortable, so he came over to say hello.
Taking the initiative to say hello is the same as an apology, and all previous events are written off. This is the unspoken rule among students.
"Which club are you going to join later?" Zeng Jie asked.
"What clubs are there?" Gu Lu asked back. He really didn't know, but he was very interested.
In his previous life, he went straight to technical secondary school and didn't even go to classes, let alone join any clubs.
Anyway, when Gu Lu watched anime, he was quite envious of the colorful club life of Japanese high school students.
"I don't know either," Zeng Jie said, "I'll ask the teacher later."
Most of the clubs in No. 8 Middle School are helpful for extra points in admission, and a small part are interest-based.
The two chatted as they walked to the class.
The first day of school is mainly for teachers and students to get to know each other, and there are no classes.
After returning to the classroom, the selection of class leaders began. Gu Lu didn't want to be a class leader. With his grades, he was very confident. So when Teacher Gao asked the students to recommend themselves, he hinted many times, but Gu Lu didn't respond.
The specific list of class leaders will naturally emerge in the future when collecting homework, leading reading, etc., so we will not discuss it here.
I had planned to visit my old classmates at Tsinghua and Peking University, but I didn't have the time. After school, Gu Lu went home directly and lay on the bed to make a guess about today's trigger synthesis sequence.
Originally, Gu Lu loved lying on the sofa, but the mahogany sofa in his new home was too hard.
“Lu Xun’s works may appear in Liu Cixin’s works, but they should only be The Wandering Earth, The Rural Teacher, and Underworld, right?”
Gu Lu had read too many things, so he could only remember the general plot. The most likely person was a rural teacher.
"The story of Rural Teachers begins with a volunteer teacher who is trying to impart knowledge at the last moment of his life. It is reasonable for Lu Xun to appear in the story," Gu Lu sorted out.
Since "Rural Teacher" is a short story, does that mean that what was triggered this time is a collection of science fiction novels by Liu Cixin?
Micro Era, Bring Her Eyes, Hear the Words in the Morning, Support God, Poetry...
One classic work after another emerged in Gu Lu’s mind; they were all very good, both critically and commercially successful.
But Gu Lu was a little helpless.
Why? Because in any science fiction short story, no matter which one, what do you want Gu Lu to own?
The rose from "The Little Prince", the bow from "After School" (a prop for making a secret room), the piggy bank from "The Bus Driver Who Wants to Be God", and the honey water from "Mr. Holmes".
All he had were the more important items in the books. Gu Lu grabbed his hair, feeling really overwhelmed.
"I don't want to think about it anymore. It's time to cut out the pictures." He couldn't stay up late, so Gu Lu had to follow the schedule he set.
Take the watercolor pen and paint from time to time.
Three hours later——
"Oh, I'm done!"
It’s done. I’ve finally finished all the sixty-plus illustrations for The Little Prince. I really copied them bit by bit.
Gu Lu carefully packed the manuscript and drawings and will send them tomorrow.
Glancing at the time, it’s half past nine. That shouldn’t be too late, right?
Gu Lu called President Jian. He held the phone and it rang about four or five times before the call was connected.
"Xiao Gu, what's the matter?" President Jian was practicing calligraphy in his study at home.
"President Jian, my work is finished, but this time it's quite special."
Special? President Jian asked, "How special?"
"It would be a complete work only if it was accompanied by illustrations, so my manuscript was copied into a notebook," said Gu Lu.
"Just like illustrations." President Jian nodded. "Children's literature has a lot of illustrations, so it's no problem."
"Then President Jian, could you please give me a delivery address so I can fill it out?" said Gu Lu.
"Please find a pen to write it down." President Jian paused for a few seconds before giving the detailed address, and was considerate enough to also mention the recipient, phone number, and zip code.
"Sorry for the trouble, my handwriting is not that good, so if there is any text that you can't see clearly, you can ask the editor to contact me." Gu Luxian reminded.
"No problem, I'll let Xiao Zhu contact you."
As it was getting late, the two of them didn't exchange much pleasantries and hung up the phone after talking about their business.
It was still early and Gu Lu didn't go to bed until eleven o'clock, so he read for a while, but he just couldn't concentrate today.
Because "The Little Prince" was born!
Gu Lu was a little excited.
(End of this chapter)