Chapter 201 Mr. Gu
Chapter 201 Mr. Gu
"Is your grandma really unable to dictate to you?" Gu Lu felt that the other party was fooling him. "And why would your grandma be at ease with a male classmate coming to your house to dictate to you late at night?"
"Other students may be worried, but you are different. You are the chosen child!" Zhou Lin said.
"?" Gu Lu was puzzled. He thought that he didn't have a Digimon either.
That's right, what Zhou Lin asked Gu Lu to do was to help her dictate new words. It was her winter vacation homework, and she had to dictate all the new words that were required and not required to be mastered in the unit.
The more Gu Lu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. "As for dictation, it's the same if you just copy it. The teacher won't know anyway."
"You still have to do the dictation, so that you can have a grasp of the new words and fill in the gaps." Zhou Lin responded.
How dare you! Can you pay more attention to your homework? You are so anxious and yet you are still thinking about filling in the gaps.
Taking the elevator to the 11th floor and following Zhou Lin to the door of the house, Gu Lu became even more nervous. Why the hell was he so nervous?
The one who opened the door was Zhou Lin’s grandmother - Grandma Qin.
Grandma Qin opened her mouth and said, "This must be Mr. Gu."
"Well, Grandma Qin, you can just call me Xiao Gu. I don't deserve to be called Mr.." Gu Lu responded quickly.
"Of course, sir. Mr. Gu is a writer, a writer. Please come in." Grandma Qin was very respectful. She also said, "Linlin from our family has poor academic performance. Mr. Gu, please help her."
Zhou Lin ranked first in the grade in the final exam. She didn't have any lucky items but she didn't perform poorly either.
Who? I taught her?
Gu Lu's expression was similar to that of Ben Bo'erba when he heard the Hydra ask him to get rid of Tang Seng and his disciples.
"That Grandma Qin, really..." Before Gu Lu could finish his words, Grandma Qin went to make tea.
"My grandmother's generation respected writers very much, so you are really the only one who can help me with this," said Zhou Lin.
Respect is respect, but Gu Lu is a little uncomfortable! No wonder she agreed to let the male student come to her house for dictation late at night. In her heart, Grandma Qin didn't regard Gu Lu as a student at all. The "Mr." in grandma's mouth did not mean "sir", but "the one who is accomplished first, the teacher's intention".
After a while, Grandma Qin came with a pot of tea and said, "Mr. Gu, my eyes are not good, so I can't dictate to Linlin. I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Gu."
"Well, we are all classmates, no trouble." Gu Lu waved his hand.
"Linlin, you should learn more from Mr. Gu. Mr. Gu must have finished his homework early in the morning." Grandma Qin said.
Speaking of homework, Gu Lu certainly doesn't have any.
"Come on, take dictation." said Gu Lu.
"Dou E, sin, mistake, robber Zhi."
"Wait, these new words are not right, second semester of high school?"
"We have to preview our winter vacation homework first."
If you want to prepare, you should prepare for the second semester of senior high school! They skipped a grade directly. Are the strong students in the Tsinghua and Peking University classes so terrifying?
……
Midnight.
Dictation until late at night!
Gu Lu held the watch in his hand and said, "Isn't this my labor fee?"
He told Gu Jiayu in advance, so the latter had already fallen asleep and walked very quietly when she returned home.
He washed up without making any loud noise, put Zhou Lin's gift watch on the shelf, then looked at Zhao Juan's gift, slowly opened it, and was stunned by the things inside.
It's a crystal ball.
Ordinary crystal balls contain pretty little people or some nice patterns, but this one seems to contain an ocean - the liquid inside the ball looks like deep blue sea water.
If you shake it, small shells and starfish will float with the liquid. Gu Lu likes the sea blue and the sea. "If I remember correctly, I filled in [Favorite color: sea blue, favorite city (country): seaside city] in my yearbook. It was really carefully selected."
"It looks good!" Gu Lu placed it on the coffee table as a decoration. In fact, if he shook it a few more times, he could see the small shells and starfish covering the words underneath.
Fall asleep perfectly.
The next day, it was almost time for the heroine to go back to school, and Gu Lu sent his sister to the car.
"Use this money for pocket money." Gu Lu's action of giving pocket money to his sister was exactly the same as his original self. The only difference was that the latter had no money himself.
"Goodbye, brother. I will definitely be admitted to No. 8 Middle School!" On the night of Gu Jiayu's birthday party, she heard Sister CC share interesting stories about the members of No. 8 Middle School.
It left a deep impression on the young mind of the heroine.
Currently, No. 8 Middle School is the school with the highest admission score in Fog City. If Gu Jiayu doesn't try her best, it will be difficult for her to get in. Gu Lu thought.
When I got home, I glanced at the knee pads on the coffee table.
"Hey! School starts the day after tomorrow. Forget it. I will naturally exercise after school starts." This reason convinced Gu Lu.
It's normal, the excuse is always perfect. In order to force himself to exercise, Gu Lu bought sports shoes and knee pads online, but - it can only be said that poor students have more stationery.
Let's just plagiarize! Currently, I have written 50,000 words of Flowers for Algernon.
Time passes with the sound of keyboard clacking.
It's the 25th in Xingyueli, and in the morning it's time to report to school reluctantly.
Although the students came to school physically, their spirits were still outside, so the head teacher's voice was raised an octave.
"Classes will officially start tomorrow. You should concentrate. The first year of high school is very important for students," said Teacher Gao.
Zeng Jie couldn't help but ask, "How important is it?"
Another winter vacation has begun after we haven’t seen each other.
Teacher Gao looked at him with a death stare, and Zeng Jie immediately lowered his rebellious head. The teacher continued: "Your first year of high school can be said to determine your three years of high school."
Only a few students in the class listened to the teacher's earnest advice.
The next step was to get the textbooks, and Lu Ping was again the most active in receiving the books.
"President, feel my achievements!" Li Guyuan raised the red notebook.
Among the eighty-three high schools in the main urban area, Li Guyuan negotiated with sixty-one of them. As long as the school magazine was published, these schools would allow it to be circulated.
"The only drawback is that most schools do not agree to posting call for papers on the bulletin board." Li Guyuan is still not satisfied with his work.
You really have 48 hours in a day! Gu Lu flipped through his notebook. The fog was quite thick. High schools were scattered all over the city. It was hard to imagine how this could be done.
"It doesn't matter. Do you know the campus wall?" Gu Lu asked.
"Of course I know. Isn't the wall of our No. 8 Middle School managed by Zebra?" Li Guyuan said, "Also, during the winter vacation, there was a fight between the Bashu Middle School forum and the Bashu campus wall. They said it was because of an advertisement."
"Most high schools have opened campus walls during this winter vacation. Zebra knows the people on these campus walls, so all we have to do is put up ads on the campus walls to solicit papers," said Gu Lu.
"Is Zebra's network so impressive?" Li Guyuan's eyes widened.
It had a first-mover advantage because students from No. 3 Middle School and No. 1 Middle School, which had just started building campus walls, would ask Lu Yi for authorization in order to demonstrate their legitimacy.
In this way, if students want to imitate but do not have authorization, it will be labeled as a "fake wall".
From then on, she continued to "ask for authorization from the founder". Lu Yi herself did not realize how big a publicity network she had...
(End of this chapter)