Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 12 IQ occupies the high ground

Zhang Yudong stood up a few erasers, and then stood up all the pen caps that could stand up. He used the stationery bag as a steep mountain range, and the overlapping and messy textbooks as a hilly terrain.

It can be seen at a glance that Zhang Yudong is manipulating it with his left and right hands, with either a gray eraser falling from the sky or the pen cap hiding in the dark.

What a thrilling battle...

"All the punishment copying is done, take a look." The fierce battle between the pen cap line and the eraser line was interrupted by Gu Lu.

"In one word, awesome." Zhang Yudong said, "I'm talking about the fact that you directly concealed the truth today."

"Well, last time we talked about something serious..." Before Zhang Yudong could finish his words, he was interrupted by the girl in the front row, "Zhang Yudong! Give me back my eraser."

"And mine." "No wonder I couldn't find the pen cap." "I've told you many times not to take my eraser," and so on, like a lit fuse, a mix of voices.

It turns out that your "private soldiers" are all recruited from outside. Gu Lu left silently.

Until the last class, Gu Lu hadn't seen Teacher Li, and he couldn't wait to submit his paper to the Bing Xin Cup, so he temporarily changed his plan a little bit.

I won’t wait until tomorrow noon. I will go to see the fat boss today, check the information and decide what topic to write about, and then go back and copy it into the notebook first.

After all, this time the article requires some thinking.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

Gu Lu heard his desk mate counting down softly.

I don’t know why the school time is about one or two minutes later than the capital time, but the electronic watch on Zhou Lin’s hand is adjusted to the school time.

When the bell rang when I counted to "1", to be honest, Zhou Lin looked more like a poor student than any other poor student.

"Is there really such a thing as a genius in the world? He eats snacks in class and doesn't really pay attention, but never falls out of the top five in the grade in exams."

Damn genius! Gu Lu, like Ichikawa Tetsu, hates geniuses.

In fact, there is another possibility, that is, Zhou Lin may not study on the surface, but actually goes home to study secretly.

As for the specific situation, Gu Lu felt that they were not that familiar with each other and could not ask.

"Let's look at this question again—"

The teacher hadn't finished the lesson yet, and he had to finish explaining the test even after school, so the class was delayed for more than ten minutes.

The most direct consequence was that when Gu Lu arrived at the game room, it was already packed with people and it was very difficult to squeeze in.

"Isn't the manuscript finished? There's no one at the computer." said the fat boss.

"I want to sign up for an essay competition, so I looked up some information." Gu Lu said.

"That's how it should be. If you write a good novel, you will definitely write a good essay." Before the fat boss finished speaking, he glanced at the wall clock and shouted, "Unit 10's time is up. Units and have minutes left."

The voice is loud and can be clearly heard even in a noisy game room.

I logged into my mailbox first. Although I was mentally prepared that there would not be any letter from Story Club so early, I was still a little disappointed when I saw that my mailbox was empty. Please review it quickly, please review it quickly!
What he found on the computer next made Gu Lu feel much better.

There is no movie "The Days Leaving Lei Feng", but this world has Xing Shinichi, and he is still the king of Japanese science fiction short stories.

"'Hey - Come Out' is no good. What about Nakajima Atsushi? Oh, there's neither Nakajima Atsushi nor Dazai Osamu. Japanese literature is missing a lot of things."

"Get a little familiar with this great writer who is not found in this world..."

"The Ye Shengtao Cup is really valuable. The third place winner in the high school group was admitted to Southwest University of Political Science and Law."

The Internet and short videos are not yet fully popular, so there is not much information about the winners on the Internet, but it is certain that the top three winners of the Ye Cup can be admitted to a pretty good high school. There is not as much information about the Bing Xin Cup.

While Gu Lu is trying to understand the parallel world, I will tell him in detail what happened after he "flashed" out of the classroom.

"Gu Lu is gone?" Zhao Juan asked subconsciously while looking at the empty seat.

"The only one in our class who can leave the classroom faster than Gu Lu is probably Chen Hong." Zhou Lin said, "Do you think Chen Hong is still here?" Zhao Juan was sitting against the wall, and when she squeezed out from the gap, she remembered that Chen Hong's seat was indeed empty.

"Did you buy another bottle of Coke?" Zhou Lin glanced over.

"Nothing." Zhao Juan said. Since no one was there, she walked away mumbling that she would talk about it tomorrow.

To be precise, she did not go to the cafeteria for dinner, but instead found Gu Lu's best friend in class, Fan Xiaotian.

"Fan Xiaotian, do you know Gu Lu's QQ number?" Zhao Juan went straight to the point.

Something is going on. Fan Xiaotian's eyes sparkled. He decided to do it in one go. "Gulu usually doesn't log into QQ, so you want to find him? Just send him a text message. I'll give you his phone number."

So Zhao Juan got Gu Lu's cell phone number and left it, "Don't tell Gu Lu, I want his phone number."

"Yeah." Fan Xiaotian agreed verbally, thinking to himself, don't worry, I will definitely tell you.

This is the little girl's trick. Zhao Juan is not stupid, she must know that Fan Xiaotian will tell it.

Tonight, the entire dormitory of No. 37 Middle School lost power, and then -

In the boys' dormitory, a classmate lost a bet and shouted on the balcony, "Wherever the wind blows, to the ends of the earth, for whom are you lingering? Wherever the clouds fly, across the mountains and rivers, where can you rest in the vast sea of ​​people..."

Soon, more and more men from the same dormitory and on the same floor joined in. When they sang the chorus "One day in heaven, one year on earth", the noisy singing of the men's dormitory made the night a little brighter.

Living in the school dormitory can also leave deep memories, but Gu Lu, who was a day student, started to piece together his composition for the Bing Xin Cup when he got home.

It's hard.

If it were just water writing, eight or nine hundred words, it would be too simple.

But the problem is that we have to pass the Bing Xin Cup preliminary round.

[Dad, you saw it.] The son's proud tone was because his own selfishness was correct, and it also proved that his father's Lei Feng-like mutual assistance was no longer necessary.

"Ding-ling-ling" bicycles popped out from the reeds, they were students.

Dozens of students pulled the vehicle out of the mud.

Qiao Anshan spent the rest of his life learning the spirit of Lei Feng, but this time he was helped by students who were also learning the spirit of Lei Feng.

Just do good deeds! Our good intentions will never be in vain. ]
At the end, Gu Lu added a piece of chicken soup that he himself did not believe, and after thinking for a while, he deleted and modified it [Good people will be rewarded only when good people help good people. I hope that bad people in the crowd will be severely punished. Kindness should not be consumed, and whether to help or not should not become a social topic.]
"There is no Peng Yu case in this world, which is very good. I hope there won't be one in the future." Gu Lu didn't hope that his prediction would come true at all.

After polishing the whole article, Gu Lu changed the last sentence back at the last minute. Because his intelligence was so smart, the purpose of the article was to pass the preliminary competition of the Bing Xin Cup, not to express himself.

The ending of the chicken soup is more to the point.

Twenty minutes later, I finally tackled this tough bone.

"I finally finished writing. I'm so tired, Makabaka!" Gu Lu was so happy that he made himself fly into the air and sat on the sofa.

Only a "click" was heard.

The sofa collapsed.

This makes the already poor family even worse off.

drop--

But the next second, the voice of Golden Finger rang in his mind.

【Strange Stories】【Stopped Writing Many Times】【Created Awards】

“???” Gu Lu.

Children, do you have a lot of question marks in your mind?

(End of this chapter)