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Gu Zheng said it was not serious and it would not be a problem to leave now. However, before she could say anything, Miao Yan'er snatched her phone away and said, "I'm sorry, Han Zhou, Xiao Zheng suddenly had a high fever. I'm afraid she can't go out today."
"It's okay." Han Zhou certainly didn't care and said worriedly, "I want to go see the guzheng later, is that okay?"
"Of course you can, but Xiao Zheng probably doesn't want you to come." Miao Yan'er suddenly lowered her voice.
"Why?" Han Zhou was stunned.
"Of course it's because the child doesn't want you to see her in such a mess."
Miao Yan'er chuckled, "And you will definitely ask her the reason for her fever when you come here. She definitely doesn't want to tell you now."
Han Zhou was indeed very curious.
You should know that Guzheng's physical fitness can be said to be a weakened version of "dying". The reason why it is called a weakened version is because Guzheng's most prominent attribute is strength, and other attributes such as speed are relatively not so exaggerated. Otherwise, if you only pick out the strength alone, the three words "weakened version" can be omitted directly.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that Han Zhou’s current “Dying” is a castrated version, otherwise the Guzheng cannot be compared with the status bar.
But even so, Guzheng is definitely much healthier than ordinary people. As far as Han Zhou can remember, he has never seen her get sick. He really can't imagine how Guzheng, who was so energetic yesterday, would suddenly have a high fever today.
"What's the reason?" His curiosity was successfully aroused.
"This one……"
Miao Yan'er seemed to be hesitant to speak. It was more like she was trying not to laugh than she didn't want to speak.
After a while, she whispered, "I can tell you, but you must not tell Xiao Zheng that I told you."
"I understand." Han Zhou nodded, "I'll just say it was Uncle Gu who told me."
"You little brat, I'm listening right here! Do you still want to plot against me?"
A gnashing voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.
Han Zhou laughed and said calmly, "Of course I know you are here, Uncle Gu. I was just joking. Don't worry, I always keep my mouth shut."
Seeing that there was no sound on the other end of the phone, he became more and more curious and urged, "Miao Jie? Gu Shu? Tell me, why did Gu Zheng suddenly have a fever? Did she run off to compete with someone to see who had the thinnest blanket and caught a cold in the middle of the night?"
"puff!"
Miao Yaner's laughter was heard on the phone, but it sounded a little vague, as if it was far away. Han Zhou's heart sank and he immediately realized that something was wrong.
Sure enough, the next second, Gu Zheng's weak voice with annoyance rang in his ears: "Am I such a stupid person in your mind?"
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Why can't I hear you all of a sudden?"
Han Zhou was sweating profusely and immediately started playing dumb. "It seems that there is a signal blocker in my neighborhood. The signal is not very good. If Guzheng is not feeling well, let her have a good rest. Remember not to let her touch the phone. This thing has strong radiation... I will go to see her tomorrow!"
After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone.
So dangerous, so dangerous...
Seeing that Gu Zheng had not sent him a Fetion message to question him, Han Zhou secretly praised himself for his cleverness, probably because his phone had been confiscated. While he felt relieved, he was still a little curious about how this guy got a fever.
I must find out clearly tomorrow... he made up his mind.
There is no way to find Guzheng today. Mo Yixia is in class, so I can't find her either. It seems that the only person I can find is Zhong Ling...
No, no.
Han Zhou slapped his forehead and thought that he was used to earning points by brushing them. He just wanted to find unlockable characters to earn points. Since he couldn't find Gu Zheng and Mo Yixia, he would find something else to do.
Besides, he has now made a decision that goes against his ancestors and is determined to realize his dream of having both. He should be thankful that Gu Zheng and Mo Yixia accept it. From now on, he must not mess with other girls and needs to keep a distance from them.
It’s not that you can’t touch the bell, but it’s better to do it in school.
With this in mind, Han Zhou sent a message to Lin Anyu asking him to recommend several cost-effective laptops while he went out, planning to buy some fresh vegetables at the market.
He will stay at home today until he makes the delicious food.
The data was pretty good during the period of suspension. The average subscription dropped by a few every day with stable updates. It was so sad.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 212 A good news and a bad news
As the college entrance examination approaches, the atmosphere during breaks throughout the senior year of high school is quite depressing. Although the sky is clear, it always reminds people of a rainy day covered by dark clouds.
The desks are filled with textbooks, and a large number of reference books are piled high on the tables, like a wall built between each person.
Even so, there is still not enough space for the books, so there are storage boxes of various sizes in the aisle, which are also filled with a large number of books and notes.
If you look into the classroom from the window, the first thing you notice may not be the people, but the books piled higher than the people.
Perhaps this is what is called the ocean of books.
Although it is break time, students basically do not leave the classroom except to go to the bathroom. Instead, they study hard every minute. Even when they talk to each other, they deliberately control the volume for fear of disturbing others.
I study during class time and after class. I study at school and when I get home. Even when it is time to turn off the lights and go to bed, I still sacrifice my rest time to continue studying.
People like to call this hard work.
But Mo Yixia would rather call such a life hell.
Of course, she never thought of sneering at such efforts. Not everyone was born into a wealthy family like her and possessed unparalleled talents.
Talent needs to be equaled by hard work, and wealth needs to be earned through sweat. She was born standing on the finish line that most people are pursuing. Although she cannot truly empathize with them, she never hates people who work hard, but hates the driving force behind the hard work.
Most people in this world are pushed around. They may not even know what they want, but under being pushed again and again, they gradually become what others expect them to be.
If it were in the past, Mo Yixia would find it boring and would not want to have any contact with such a person.
But after this trip to the snow-capped mountains, she realized that the world is not just a simple interweaving of expectations, but also contains many other things. Therefore, she is willing to have more expectations for the world, and is willing to observe these people or things that are swept up in expectations from more perspectives.
"Mo Yixia, can you teach me how to do this problem?"
A somewhat nervous voice brought Mo Yixia back to her senses. She turned her head to look at the girl next to her. This was her deskmate Zhang Meng, a girl who had always wanted to be friends with her.
"Ah."
The faint nasal sound made Zhang Meng stunned for a moment, not sure whether it was a positive tone. Before she could confirm, she heard the girl wearing a mask and a baseball cap say, "Give it to me."
Zhang Meng looked stunned, but soon woke up as if from a dream. She quickly handed over the test paper and explained in a low voice: "I actually wanted to ask the teacher, but there were too many students asking questions in the office, so..."
She knew that Mo Yixia was a cold person and usually ignored everyone. If it weren't for the upcoming exam, she wouldn't want to trouble her.
"This question?"
However, Mo Yixia obviously didn't care about her explanation. She pointed to the last multiple-choice question on the test paper and interrupted her.
"Yes... I thought about it for a long time and still couldn't figure it out."
"It's very simple. Choosing B means there is nothing wrong with your thinking, but your mind has fallen into a trap."
Mo Yixia spoke in a calm tone, and in just a few words she sorted out the answer to this question. Zhang Meng felt suddenly enlightened and thanked her repeatedly.
She carefully glanced at the other person, not knowing if it was an illusion, but she felt that Mo Yixia seemed a little different after returning from vacation.
Letting out a long breath, Zhang Meng planned to do the question again and do it again after dinner to consolidate the knowledge points. However, before she could start writing, Mo Yixia's voice suddenly rang in her ears.
"Zhang Meng, I remember the teacher praised you more than once for being a hard-working student."
The tone was calm, with neither affirmation or praise for the effort, nor disdain or ridicule for the effort, as if he was just stating a fact.
"what?"
Zhang Meng was stunned, not only because she was confused as to why Mo Yixia suddenly brought this up, but also because it seemed like this was the first time that the other party had taken the initiative to talk to her.
"No la……"
She smiled a little embarrassedly, "I'm not very smart, so I need to work harder. And even so, the improvement in my grades is limited. Don't laugh at me. If we talk about hard work, you should be the one who works the hardest. You're improving too fast."
There was some envy in her tone. Mo Yixia had been praised almost every day recently. Her grades used to rank similar to hers, but now she had made it into the top ten in the class.
"We are different." Mo Yixia shook her head slightly, "At least when it comes to studying, the word hard work has nothing to do with me."
This may sound a bit Versailles, but it is the truth.
"This, this is it..."
Zhang Meng smiled awkwardly, not quite sure how to respond.
But Mo Yixia didn’t care whether she could answer or not, and suddenly asked: “Can you tell me what you are working hard for?”
"what?"
"I mean, is there any particular reason why you study so hard?"
Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "Is this some kind of social research activity?"
"You can say that, but it's just my personal research."
"Oh."
Zhang Meng seemed to understand, tapped her forehead with the tip of the pen, tilted her head and said, "There's no special reason... My parents both hope that I will become a promising person in the future, and I don't want to disappoint them. To become a promising person, I have to study hard, so I study hard... That's probably it."
She smiled sheepishly, "Very ordinary, right?"
It is indeed very ordinary. Perhaps the reason why most people work hard is the same as this girl's. They just don't want to disappoint certain people. There is no lofty reason.
"Is that all?"
Mo Yixia met her eyes and said, "Besides not wanting to disappoint your parents, is there no other motivation for you to study hard?"
Her tone became more serious, as if this was a very important question.
"This one……"
Zhang Meng hesitated for a while, but still nodded honestly, "It seems that there is no more... Although I also want to be a promising person, it is just something I think about occasionally. It may be a bit far-fetched to say that this is motivation."
"In other words, your motivation to study hard comes from other people's expectations, not your own desires?"
"desire?"
“It’s your personal driving force.”
"You can't say that..."
Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment and asked uncertainly, "I don't want to disappoint my parents. This should be considered my own desire, right?"
Mo Yixia was stunned.
"thank you, I know now."
After a moment, she nodded thoughtfully, resting her chin on one hand, and turned to look at the sky outside the window.
Autumn is crisp and clear, with no clouds in the sky.