Chapter 205 Do you have relatives in Neon?

Chapter 205 Do you have relatives in Neon?

Chapter 205 Do you have relatives in Neon?
Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There is a sound caused by the friction between chalk and the blackboard, and a slight "crunching" sound from time to time, which is when the chalk is erased when something is wrong.

"Brother Gulu, what are you studying for?"

Gu Lu, who was concentrating on holding the chalk, looked up at Qi Caiwei when he heard the words. The latter did not raise her head either, as if they were just chatting and the topic was not very important.

"What? Don't you know who you are studying for?" A hundred kinds of chicken soup flashed through Gu Lu's mind: study for yourself, study so that you will suffer less in the future, study...

"I don't have such doubts." Qi Caiwei was very clear. She had been trying to fulfill her mother's expectations since she was a child. "It's Jiaojiao. She hasn't been quite right recently. She doesn't know who she is studying and practicing calligraphy for. She is very depressed when she returns to the dormitory. She used to practice calligraphy for half an hour every day in the dormitory, but now she doesn't practice at all."

It's her rebellious period, what else can it be? Once she entered society, she realized that studying is the easiest thing.

Gu Lu opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He found that his way of thinking was no different from that of many patriarchal adults. He believed that children's thoughts were not important, as long as they listened and studied hard.

The rebellious period is the period when the three views are formed. If parents are unable to have a frank discussion with their children during this stage, it will have a certain impact on the personality of the adult. This is a judgment made by Gu Lu based on his own personal experience.

"Is there any conflict with your family?" Gu Lu asked.

"I don't know. I asked Jiaojiao, but she wouldn't tell me." Qi Caiwei didn't stop writing chalk. "Don't stop. We don't have much time left."

When concentrating on thinking, it is difficult for Gu Lu to do other things. It is really difficult to understand those people whose brains can run in two or even multiple threads.

"Today, I feel that pandas are still the same as before, there is no difference." Gu Lu said, "My relationship with pandas is average, and I am not sure about the details, but if it is just the question of who I study for, my answer is, regret less."

Gu Lu said, "When you grow up, you may have two regrets: if I had known that I would not have worked hard when I was studying, and I would not have enjoyed the fun of school at all; or if I had known that I would have worked harder when I was studying, I could have been admitted to a good school. I would rather have the former regret."

Qi Caiwei understood that she would rather do the former. As she spoke, she had already used chalk to draw an image of a student giving way to his elders.

Unless there are any surprises, the bulletin boards at No. 8 Middle School are all planned by the students themselves. Those with themes usually represent major events that have occurred, and the school has a unified message.

This time, a stampede occurred in a primary school in Xiangzhou a few days ago (on the 27th), resulting in 4 deaths and many injuries. Within a week, schools across the country responded by strengthening educational activities, and this trend has now spread to the Fog City.

"How often is the bulletin board updated?" Gu Lu asked.

"Normally it's once a month, but during holidays or special occasions, the frequency of replacement will increase." Qi Caiwei said, "All in all, it's about once every two weeks."

Gu Lu actually wanted to ask why he never made a blackboard newspaper last semester. Now he felt it was normal when he heard the frequency.

Excluding winter and summer vacations, there are about nine months in a year. If we change classes every half a month, there will be eighteen students in total.

After working for a while, both of them had chalk dust on their hands after finishing the blackboard newspaper, so they walked towards the sink side by side.

"It seems that the school organizes a blackboard newspaper competition every month. How many times has our class won first place?" Gu Lu asked casually.

"Um..." Qi Caiwei changed the subject, "Brother Gulu, can I review at the publication activity center today?"

"You don't have a break at noon now that school has started?" Gu Lu asked.

Qi Caiwei explained, "The second semester of high school is a very important year. Not only me, but also Lu Ping and his classmates have to practice extra at noon and not take naps."

Sports students and art students were starting to settle down. Seeing CC's frown, Gu Lu suddenly wanted to be mean, "You guys are really too hard-working. You have to keep up with your studies during the day and take care of training. It's already 10 o'clock when you get back to the dormitory after evening self-study, and you have to stay up late to do homework. It's really too hard." Then Gu Lu changed the subject, "Unlike me, I don't have homework during the day, and I don't have the pressure of grades and competitions. At night, I don't even have to go to evening self-study, and I don't get home until after 6 o'clock. I don't know what to do, and I don't feel the pressure of high school at all."

"Sometimes I really envy you guys." Gu Lu sighed.

Qi Caiwei's eyes changed from calm at the beginning to furious. Her expression now seemed to be saying: You bastard, I'm going to fight you!
"Regarding the review at the activity center..."

Before Qi Caiwei could even fight back, she heard Gu Lu say another sentence, which extinguished her anger.

"No problem, but I have something to do at noon today, so you have to rest in the activity center by yourself." Gu Lu agreed.

To be honest, there is no better place to study than the club office in the entire No. 8 Middle School. The library is always full of senior high school students reviewing, and the stone benches and wooden chairs in the school garden hurt your butt after sitting for a long time. As for the empty classrooms, I have sat in class for a long time and don’t want to stay there after class.

Director Hu from the Admissions Office handed him the key to the social office. Gu Lu still had to be responsible, so he didn't give the key directly to Qi Caiwei, but went to open the door first.

After the door was closed, Qi Caiwei was the only one left in the small space.

When she arrived the second time, Qi Caiwei looked around and said, "There is such a private space in the school, just like a secret base."

The club office had sofas, computers, air conditioning, and was very quiet. Qi Caiwei looked at the computer and wanted to log into QQ to play - her mind was in a state of confusion for a few seconds before she took out her textbook from her bag.

Leaning on the soft sofa, Qi Caiwei murmured: "The table and sofa are relatively clean, probably because they have been used for a long time, but other places are dusty."

Thinking about what Gu Lu had told her before, he was the only one with the room key, so the cleaning lady had no way to enter or leave.

Qi Caiwei picked up the broom at the door, paused for a while, and then put it down again. She had to remind Gu Lu to clean well.

What does Gu Lu, who is supposed to clean the house, have to do at noon? Take the express home.

The latest issue of "Mystery Magazine" has been mailed to the school gatehouse. There are too many people leaving school in the afternoon, so Gu Lu wants to avoid the peak student population.

"Do you have relatives working in Japan? You often receive packages from abroad." Uncle Qin, the school doorman, asked curiously when he saw that Gu Lu looked familiar.

"That's about it." Gu Lu evaded the question.

Uncle Qin from the school is so old, but his curiosity has not diminished at all. If you start a conversation, he will want to find out the truth of everything, and there will be no end to it.

After receiving the package, Gu Lu passed by a newsstand on his way home and bought a copy of People's Literature. It was very thick and looked more like a book than a magazine.

"Wow, there are quite a lot of things, so professional, and more generous than "Fuwenzhi"!" Gu Lu opened the package without even drinking a sip of water when he got home. The magazine was wrapped in three layers inside and outside, and he casually opened the corpse of Fuwenzhi.

Inside were magazines, promotional posters, MM magazine commemorative key chains, and several black-and-white printed tables.

There are quite a lot of things. Gu Lu picked up the keychain. Japan can produce peripheral products for everything. Even the publishing house has millet!
It’s just that the keychain is a bit ugly. If it were a little better looking, the Wheel King would be hung on it. Now it can only be a decoration.

Magazines and posters...

Gu Lu didn't understand Japanese for the former, so he could only flip through it casually and focus on the latter.

(End of this chapter)