Chapter 228 Gu Lu is not an ordinary student

Chapter 228 Gu Lu is not an ordinary student

Chapter 228 Gu Lu is not an ordinary student (5000 words)
"I must let Huang Lu know that she made the wrong choice!"

King Gulu couldn't remember the other words of the "prison dinner" that night, but he was deeply impressed by the above words. Dou Ke's expression seemed to say "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the young and poor", Xiao Yan from the eighth middle school? !
The next day, Gu Lu carefully observed whether Dou Ke had any changes from usual - it seemed that there were none at all.

But Tian Xiao said that the change in Tadpole was that he no longer paid attention to Huang Lu!
For example, when they passed each other during exercises, Dou Ke had a gloomy face and didn't say a word; and when Huang Lu, as the team leader, was collecting homework, Dou Ke handed it to her coldly, and so on.

The problem is that Huang Lu herself doesn't talk to Dou Ke very much, so the former doesn't feel anything at all.

It’s almost the same as deleting the girl you secretly love as your QQ friend in anger, and then creating a second account to follow the girl’s updates on her space.

After school on Friday, you can see a group of monkeys being released from their cages, especially the boarding students.

The “monkeys” from the Model United Nations Club cannot leave just yet, as they need to stay for some training.

Gu Lu is also a member of the Model United Nations, but he is a special existence, so he goes straight to Ba Hotpot outside the school after school.

As for the hotpot in the mountain city, you don’t have to pick the famous ones. Just walk around the streets and find a small shop that has been open for a few years. The taste will not be bad.

"Gulu, you are now a big shot in our student circle, a fighter among students, and you really bring honor to our No. 37 Middle School." Zhang Yudong said, "My friends all want your autograph."

Yes, in the end, Zhang Yudong did not bring his desk mate Zhuo Feng with him. Even if he said he didn't want to eat for free, it was not acceptable for him to just come and meet her.

This is part of his personality. Take QQ Space as an example. The logic of QQ Space and WeChat Moments is very different. The former is more convenient for making friends. Even if you don’t add each other as friends, you can still see who has liked a post.

Zhang Yudong’s personality is such that he would be unhappy if two friends added each other through his space.

Not to mention, he took the initiative to introduce Zhuo Feng and Gu Lu to each other.

"It's not that exaggerated. I'm just lucky and I happened to have an inspiration." Gu Lu was boiling tripe. He liked to eat it older, the kind that was so hot that it was hard to chew.

Even after more than half a year of conditioning and his stomach and intestines are in good shape, King Guru still reduces the frequency of eating hotpot.

I have to say, I really want to have this.

As planned last week, Gu Lu invited Zhang Yudong to dinner, and the latter chose hotpot.

"Ah, will there be a second volume of Mr. Holmes?" Zhang Yudong was more concerned about this, "Or will it be about other content related to Sherlock Holmes?"

Others? It could only be "The House of Silk", but it was a pity that I didn't get it.

"There is no second part, and there is no plan to create another Sherlock Holmes fan fiction at the moment," Gu Lu responded, "but there is a chance that Mr. Holmes will be published in the UK."

The news came from the editor-in-chief of Xinxing Publishing House. When this book was serialized in the magazine, it was included in the list of outstanding works by the Conan Doyle Property Committee, and its translation into English seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

"Really?" Zhang Yudong was a little excited. Was there a chance that his name would appear in foreign publications?

Holy shit, how awesome is this?
If it is to be translated into English, what should it be? Zhang Yudong has already started to translate it himself using his not-so-good English. [Thank you to Zhang Yudong for giving me the《The sign of the four》， which once again made me feel the charm of Sherlock Holmes]

Is it Zhang.Yudong, or Yudong·Zhanh?

"Eh?" Gu Lu saw that the other person's eyes gradually lost focus and his mind was wandering to somewhere.

"Oh, it's okay." Zhang Yudong immediately scalded the duck intestines and gave them to the great writer. "Brother Gulu, the original text will be published, right? I mean, there won't be any changes, right?"

"It depends on the level of the translator," Gu Lu was explaining halfway when he realized that the other party didn't want to hear this. "No matter what the level is, the original content will not be changed. For example, the prologue will definitely not be lost."

Hearing this, Zhang Yudong was very satisfied and said that he must tell him when the English version was out, and he would use his connections to get a copy back from the UK.

After finishing their meal happily, Gu Lu launched an attack, asking indirectly, "You also live in the sand district?"

"I went to No. 37 Middle School because my dad happened to work there," Zhang Yudong said, "and then I bought a house in Sha District. But because my Second Foreign Language School is in Nan'an, the room in Sha District is usually unoccupied, and I just come to visit occasionally."

I want to compete with the rich! Gu Lu listened to the other party's understatement, which was just three sets of houses.

"By the way, Gu Lu, do you want to come to my house to play? I have good things at home." Zhang Yudong said.

Of course, Gu Lu agreed just because he was waiting to hear this sentence.

The two walked towards the Qifeng Qinghuayuan Community, which is still a relatively new community as the houses were delivered in 2010. The key is that it is a school district community and is very valuable.

"Gulu, are you and Zhou Lin dating?" Zhang Yudong asked on the way.

"Why do you say that?" Gu Lu was surprised.

"I seem to have heard that Zhou Lin was originally planning to go to No. 3 Middle School, but later came to No. 8 Middle School because you were in No. 8 Middle School," said Zhang Yudong.

"Where did you hear this gossip?" Gu Lu was speechless. "Although 138 is a high level, No. Middle School is the school with the best admission rate in Fog City. Isn't it normal for someone with good grades to come to No. Middle School?"

Zhang Yudong said, "It's not normal. I heard that the vice-principal of No. 3 Middle School is a relative of Zhou Lin."

real or fake?

Zhang Yudong couldn't say for sure whether it was true or not, but there was one thing he could be sure of. When they arrived home, he led Gu Lu directly to the small study.

The third shelf of the bookshelf is filled with Gu Lu's works, including all the serialized magazines and peripheral products.

The Little Prince book cover, Mr. Holmes pen, ice cream bag, etc.

"What is this?" Gu Lu picked up a key pendant.

"The keychain of Yesterday's Park looks like a ping-pong ball," said Zhang Yudong. "There are only 100 of them. You can only get them by participating in the activities organized by the publishing house. It's quite precious."

Yes, it is very precious, because even Gu Lu has never seen it.

The publicity efforts of the three publishing houses were already intense, so they were all giving out small gifts to each other. Author Gu Lu was a little late to realize it.

"They have everything. I didn't go into such detail." Gu Lu looked at the "Story Club" and "Time Mystery" which were neatly arranged in order.

"I also..." Zhang Yudong suddenly paused. There were people who had more detailed information than him. They had collected not only books and peripherals, but even newspapers with related reports. However, he could not betray his teammates.

"There is still room for improvement," Zhang Yudong corrected himself, "but Guru, your serialization is too extensive. Is there anything I missed? Take a look."

"It's very complete. Even people bought my Fuwenzhi serialized in Japan. That's awesome." Gu Lu gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Yudong said, "It's not a big deal. There are many overseas purchasing agents now. As long as you have money, you can buy it."

Purchasing agents have existed for so long that Gu Lu thought they emerged along with e-commerce.

"Hey, I remembered that you named the pen caps before. There are two basketballs here. Did you give them names too?" Gu Lu said in a joking tone, looking at a corner of the study.

In the corner, there are 4 badminton rackets, 2 basketballs, 1 football, 3 table tennis rackets...

There were really a lot of sports equipment. Gu Lu remembered that when they were in physical education class together, they couldn’t borrow a ball, so Zhang Yudong brought his own.

"Hahaha, you still remember this about me." Zhang Yudong felt that he had a place in the heart of the great writer classmate.

"You know what, I actually named them. This Spalding basketball is called Ronaldo, and the cheaper DHS basketball is called Beckham," Zhang Yudong introduced.

These two are both football stars, right? Gu Lu asked, "So the football is called Jordan?"

"No," Zhang Yudong said, "Football is called Fiery Bird."

This is not relevant. Gu Lu feels that his thinking process still cannot keep up with high school students.

"I'm also planning to play basketball recently. Please recommend me a good basketball." said Gu Lu.

"What do you recommend? If you don't mind, take this Ronaldo and play with him." Zhang Yudong said, "I seldom play basketball since I entered high school. I have nothing to do anyway."

Pretending to refuse, Gu Lu said, "This is not good."

"Does our Park Alliance care about this?" Zhang Yudong stuffed the ball into Gu Lu's hand. "Take it and use it first. If you find it useful, buy a new one. If it doesn't work, change to another brand. Don't waste your money."

Ding--

[A popular science masterpiece][Serious nonsense][The first book on space]

Gu Lu held the basketball and felt the three labels in his mind.

Yes, he succeeded.

Judging from the label description, it is obviously "Flatland", a book that no popular science work in the world can surpass even after a hundred years.

Just like using named flowers to trigger the logic of Liu Cixin's short story collection, if "Flatland" is in the synthesis warehouse, then using named spheres should also be able to trigger it.

Who would be so bored as to name a sphere? Gu Lu immediately thought of his junior high school classmate Zhang Yudong, who often recruited "foreign mercenaries".

I will definitely thank you when I publish Flatland, Gu Lu thought. "I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight," Zhang Yudong said, "I live alone in this house anyway, so you can sleep here at night."

The room has two bedrooms and one living room.

There was no need to sleep. Gu Lu had a big meal in the evening and then went home with the basketball.

Today, Gu Lu also confirmed one thing, that his golden finger should have a "library", and only the works in the library can be triggered.

Saturday.

Gu Lu felt sorry for the weekend because he didn't get to sleep in. Instead, he arrived at the South Bank Convention and Exhibition Center early in the morning.

There was also a red banner at the door that read "The 3rd High School Model United Nations Conference in Fog City".

The first city model United Nations in 2013 was held here. There were not many spectators on site. Even in the era of developed short videos, this thing did not attract much attention.

The audience were mainly parents or relatives of the participating students.

The two newspapers, "Fog City Morning Post" and "Mountain City Daily", were also present to complete their publicity tasks.

Today is a showdown between four schools: Nankai Middle School, No. 8 Middle School, Bashu Middle School and Yucai Middle School.

"So nervous" "Li Wanshu from Bashu and Zhou Lin from No. 8 Middle School are both really strong" "No. 8 Middle School led by Zhou Lin lost to Bashu led by Li Wanshu last year" "Nonsense, Li Wan is a senior in high school and Zhou Lin is only a freshman"...

The students were whispering. Gu Lu looked at the other person's school uniform and realized that he was from Yucai Middle School.

Where is the main force? Gu Lu looked around and saw that the participating students from Bashu, Yucai and Nankai gathered at the entrance of the exhibition, forming a three-legged tripod.

Could it be that Zhou Lin, the president, was late, so the team couldn't get together? Gu Lu thought of a possibility.

Soon, Gu Lu denied it again. Although Zhou Lin was unreliable at ordinary times, he was very reliable at critical moments.

"Here, consultant, this way, this way." the member shouted.

Gu Lu recognized the other person, Wang Mingjing, a sophomore in high school, who was an active participant in the Model United Nations.

The gathering place for the Model United Nations participating students from No. 8 Middle School is a bit remote, almost close to the garage of the Convention and Exhibition Center.

Everyone was there, including Zhou Lin.

"Where is the instructor?" Gu Lu looked around.

"After the previous instructor left, the school hasn't arranged for someone to come." Wang Mingjing couldn't hold back his words, "Anyway, our grandma doesn't love us, and our uncle doesn't love us either."

"Looking at it from another angle, it may be that it's hard to find a good instructor." Gu Lu said, "The school can't just pick someone casually."

"That makes sense." Zhou Lin said.

Zhou Lin was wearing her school uniform today and had her hair tied into a neat high ponytail. A few strands of hair on her forehead were not long enough to be tied up, so they "dangled" in a mischievous manner.

It's a good thing, as it doesn't make him look empty-headed. What attracted Gu Lu's eyes was Zhou Lin's confident demeanor, as if he could overcome anything.

"Clap, clap, clap!" Zhou Lin clapped his hands, attracting the attention of all the members.

She said, "We are well prepared, so we won't lose. Most importantly, without a teacher watching us, we can do whatever we want!"

Zhou Lin stretched out his hand, and Gu Lu immediately reached out his hand to support him. Then everyone put their hands together, worked together, and shouted, "Lawless!"

Feeling a little embarrassed, Gu Lu coughed dryly.

It was almost time and the school began to enter the venue. The instructor of Yucai Middle School signed the form and received the conference notes from the staff.

Students entered one by one in an orderly manner.

The second is Nankai Middle School.

Everything went smoothly, but I got stuck at No. 8 Middle School.

"Excuse me, where is your instructor? According to the rules, you need to give this guide to the teacher." The staff member said politely.

"Our teacher didn't come." Zhou Lin said, "I'm the president of the Model United Nations, so it's the same for me."

The staff member was embarrassed. "Let's call the instructor. I'm sorry, students. This is the rule from above. The key is that your teacher must sign in. Student sign-ins are invalid."

"Why is it stuck?" "It seems that there is no teacher to accompany No. 8 Middle School and we can't get in." "Fuck, it's so cool, there is no teacher." "If we can't get in, won't we just have one less opponent?"...

The Bashu High School students at the back of the line were whispering.

Although they were whispering, the conversation was actually quite loud and all the sounds reached Gu Lu's ears.

Although I know that Model United Nations is not taken seriously in No. 8 Middle School, this is too exaggerated.

"Was there such a rule before?" Gu Lu asked.

"I don't know. We all had instructors before." Zhou Lin looked at the staff, thinking about getting away with it. "Uncle, our instructor hasn't been invited yet. We're here now, you can't just not let us in."

"If something happens to you during the event, it will be easier to talk with the teacher." The staff member said, what could possibly go wrong at the Model United Nations?

But the staff will not release you without the teacher’s signature.

"Call and ask. There's nothing we can do. There's not much time left." The staff member's implication was clear: without the teacher's signature, it would be difficult to participate in today's event.

Zhou Lin was a little panicked, but in comparison, she was the calmest among the members. Who should she call?
The new MUN advisor has not been hired yet, so who can we call? The principal? No one knows the principal's phone number.

"Teacher Hu..." Gu Lu didn't just wait and called Director Hu.

He quickly described the situation on the scene.

"Brother Jiang, please answer the phone. It's our teacher." Gu Lu looked at the other party's work ID, knew the name, and gave the phone to the staff.

He is guarding the gate at the security check and his surname is Jiang, so let's just call him Jiang the Gate God.

"Yeah, yeah, there's nothing we can do about it, these are the rules."

“I know there are special circumstances.”

"What? Asking students to sign, that's not okay. Students can't represent the school."

When Jiang Menshen heard that the other party wanted the students to sign, he was full of resistance, but soon only surprise remained on his face.

Looking at Gu Lu, Jiang Menshen continued to talk on the phone, "Okay, okay, I got it, no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Menshen returned the phone to Gu Lu, "You are the genius Gu Lu who is famous all over the country? Mr. Holmes and The Little Prince are too famous."

"Then you sign this name." Jiang Menshen said.

There is no doubt that ordinary students cannot represent No. 8 Middle School, but Gu Lu is not an ordinary student!

"That's troublesome." Gu Lu signed his name, took the manual and went into the exhibition center.

Fortunately, there is a consultant following! Wang Mingjing and others thought in their hearts that they almost thought they could not get in.

Zhou Lin was just about to throw a tantrum about this kind of school involvement activity, not believing that if things got out of hand, No. 8 Middle School would not be allowed to attend.

It would be better if it could be resolved satisfactorily. Zhou Lin asked for the manual and read all the precautions for the activity.

"He is Gu Lu, right?" "It's over, it's over, we're done for now." "Gu Lu may not lose even if we are around. Don't encourage others and destroy your own prestige." "Yes, we at least have a 30-70 chance, we have 3." Wait, the students of Bashu were instantly confused.

A tree is like a skin, and a person is like a face.

The name Gu Lu is shocking enough when it comes out.

"Although Gu Lu is very famous, we can't give up." The instructor of Bashu comforted, "We must have the courage to burn our boats!"

"That's right, we have to fight to the bitter end," said Li Wanshu, the ace of the Model United Nations. "We can also overthrow our opponents. Who says a dark horse can't be a dark horse all the way?!"

Jiang Menshen was speechless after hearing this. Does this teacher know how to comfort people? If not, then don't say anything! What a dark horse, it seems that Bashu Middle School is the best diplomat of the 2012 Model United Nations.

It wasn't just the instructor at Bashu Middle School. When the students at Yucai and Nankai knew that Gu Lu was among their opponents, their reactions were similar.

"No. 8 Middle School is too despicable. Why did they invite Gu Lu to the high school student Model United Nations?" The Yucai instructor was furious. In his opinion, Gu Lu was a nuclear weapon. There was no need to use nuclear weapons if you were just fighting a small-scale battle!
"I guess it must be because No. 8 Middle School lost to Bashu last year and only got second place, so they added Gu Lu. I have never seen such a shameless person." said the Nankai instructor.

Strictly speaking, there is no absolute connection between Model United Nations and writing skills, but Gu Lu is too famous!
(End of this chapter)