Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 84 Why don’t you eat Langmeixian!

After parting with Lu Siwen and returning to the classroom, I saw my deskmate Lin Shuyao lying on the table.

Many boys in the class looked at Zhai Da, with no emotion in their eyes, only jealousy.

But there is one person who is different.

Zhai Da was about to continue studying when Chu Xiang behind him suddenly said, "Zhai Da, why don't you eat Langweixian? Don't you like it?"

Zhai Da looked back at him in confusion: "What is this Lang Mei Xian? How lang is she?"

Chu Xiang: "Yes, it's puffed food!"

Lin Shuyao, who was lying on the ground, looked as quiet as if he had been dead for three days.

Zhai Da was puzzled: "Do you know why Laozi wrote the Tao Te Ching?"

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Because I want to! Do I need your permission to eat puffed food?"

Chu Xiang keenly caught the key words: "Then what do you like?"

I'll buy it for Shu Yao, so that Shu Yao can earn back his face!

Zhai Da teased: "I like thin legs."

Chu Xiang:.
Lin Shuyao suddenly kicked his legs and changed from sitting upright to sitting with his legs stretched out.

Zhai Da quickly added: "But it has to be with the right person."

Lin Shuyao retracted his legs again.

The whole person looks like the Twin Towers in 2001, seemingly still standing, but actually already smoking!

Chu Xiang:.
Did you adjust my goddess key position?
In the back row of the classroom, Fan Junwei was holding a shiny razor.

Just now, when Zhai Da asked him to help buy snacks, he gave him this razor.

It’s not a gift because it’s borrowed and I have to return it later.

Zhai Da asked Fan Junwei to pay attention to his image and shave every day so that he would look more energetic. He didn't say anything else.

Fan Junwei subconsciously touched the beard on his fat face. Few boys of this age have untidy beards, but everyone has a different physique, and some people will grow a thick layer of fuzz, which does not look good.

He usually looks a bit slovenly, and the beard on his face is a big reason.

Fan Junwei thought that Zhai Da wanted him to have a better image in school, so he accepted this small suggestion from his friend.

However, he did not recognize that this was the item he had picked up in front of him that day. After all, Zhai Da had only searched for several hours that day and could not remember clearly.

The afternoon study continued as usual, but before evening self-study, the head teacher Ding Rong distributed the "three model" test notice.

This will be the last major exam before the college entrance examination. The date has actually been set a long time ago, but time spent on campus always makes people forget the urgency.

Unlike the province-wide coordinated subject level test, all students take the test at their own school, with the first and second year high school students having two days off.

According to the established rules, after the third mock exam, all schools will no longer arrange unified exams to avoid affecting students' mentality. And for ordinary students, the difference between the third mock exam scores and the college entrance examination scores will not be very large.

And since it is organized by various schools, it means that this will be Zhai Da's battle alone, and Lu Wei will not have the opportunity to participate.

On the podium, Ding Rong said: "Everyone adjust your mentality, don't be nervous, and you will have a day off after the exam."

Zhai Da thought that the Woolen Textile Middle School was still not good enough. It was a crappy school. It was the third mock exam and they even had a day off like the second mock exam.

Those top high schools would like to weld their school gates shut.

Hmm. The windows may also be welded shut.

The polarization in the class has become more serious. Happy Brother, who has given up completely, doesn't care about the number of mock tests he does. Even if he tries his best, he will still get that little score. Instead, he is looking forward to the day off.

Those who are still studying are nervous and worried about losing a few points.

In fact, today there are only 58 people left in the class of 53, and two other students faced the reality after the subject level test and completely gave up their studies.

By the end of the third mock exam, there will be even fewer people. As far as Zhai Da remembers, there were only more than 40 people in the class on the eve of the college entrance examination.

This is Pugao.

The divergence of fate has actually begun long ago.

To be precise, people's destiny is being divided all the time, some people passively accept it, while others actively reconcile.

After Ding Rong left, the class became noisy again.

Zhai Da took out the "High School Mathematics Book (Lu Wei Edition)" and continued to study. There is no point in talking more, just do it!
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At night, in the only villa community in Dongyang County.

When Lu Siwen returned home, he was still immersed in the unavoidable "TOEFL course". The fashionable female teacher was picked up by a special car again.

In the tea room on the first floor belonging to Lu Zetao, the handsome old man had been sitting alone with a cup of tea and a book for the entire evening.

He has a successful family, but he himself does not play a major role in the business. His vigorous and decisive wife Qian Yarong has been a person with a strong sense of career and control since she was young.

To be precise, it is because of the strong desire for control that leads to a strong sense of career. After the two of them started their business together and gradually made progress, the situation evolved little by little year by year from "the man is strong and the woman is weak" to "equally matched" and then to "the woman is strong and the man is weak".

Of course, Lu Zetao has also let it go. He believes that it is important for a person to be self-consistent, so in recent years his energy and focus have gradually shifted towards another identity: "writer."

It's essentially the same as those wealthy middle-aged people who suddenly start tinkering with weird things.

Growing flowers, raising fish, raising dogs, and raising people.

The door of the tea room was pushed open. Qian Yarong looked at her husband and knew that he had been reading for the whole afternoon.

She could still accept Lu Zetao's current state. After all, she was in charge of all his career matters, so he always had to have a hobby to kill time.

It’s better to indulge in the “feel-good” dream of being a writer than to go out and hang out with young girls in the club, right?

As for herself? When she was young, she did admire "artistic atmosphere", which brought them together, but now it has faded. Now that she is old, she just thinks it is boring and meaningless.

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Zetao said without even raising his head: "Student Siwen's novel."

Qian Yarong sat opposite Lu Zetao and frowned, "That boy named Zhai? Did you see him?"

Lu Zetao nodded: "He has great literary talent. No... it's not an exaggeration to say he is a genius. I was going to send it to the publisher today, but I couldn't bear to do it. I want to read it again and study why he wrote so well. I hope he can get some help from the literary star."

Qian Yarong was somewhat helpless: "I was asking how you met that little boy."

"Did your precious daughter ask me for help this morning? She said Zhai Da wrote a novel and wanted me to recommend it to a publishing house. I asked her to show it to me, but she said she couldn't read it yet."

Lu Zetao laughed when he said this: "I was wondering who made Siwen care so much about him, so I might as well follow her wishes and talk to her in person."

Although Lu Zetao is not very busy, it depends on who the time is given to. If he was not a little curious about the relationship between Zhai Da and Lu Siwen, he would not have made the trip.

All fathers are the same.

I'm afraid of thieves targeting me, and I'm also afraid of no thieves targeting me.

"and then?"

“I thought it was ordinary at first. Now, I think it’s amazing.”

Lu Zetao poured a cup of Kung Fu tea for his wife and himself. "To be honest, if I were at this age, even without considering the gender issue, if a friend around me wrote something like this, I would also try to help him publish it. I think such gold deserves to be seen by more people."

Qian Yarong obviously disagreed. After all, when Lu Zetao described his own works, he was extremely exaggerated, and he was almost saying that he was the contemporary Zhou Shuren.

The delicate teacup was emptied in one gulp, leaving a faint lipstick mark: "Don't you think that as a father, you should focus more on the relationship between the two of them?"

Lu Zetao recalled the "intimate interaction" between the two young people on the overpass. He felt a little uncomfortable at the time, but shook his head and said, "It's okay, in fact. I don't think there is such a sign."

"Besides, it wouldn't hurt to have more exchanges with such an outstanding young man. His writing is indeed excellent."

Qian Yarong laughed and said, "What's the use of having good writing skills?"

"Siwen is going to study finance abroad. That's the future trend. I've agreed with you that the general direction must not change. You should let her spend more time on TOEFL instead of playing writing games with her peers. What's the use of Chinese? English is the international language!"

Lu Zetao raised his head and looked at his wife calmly, with many thoughts flashing through his mind.

But in the end he just said:
"If you think this is right, go ahead and do it yourself, but I remind you to be careful of the opposite effect."

Qian Yarong stopped refusing to respond.

A big part of the reason why this family can maintain harmony is because of Lu Zetao's tolerance.

And when he gets serious occasionally, he can calm his wife down.

"I know my daughter well and she will make the right choice."

“You have to make the right choice, too.”

　I like the ones with tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)