Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 192 Flowers for Algernon

"Because our class is carrying out volunteer activities this semester? Our class was named the [Misty City Advanced Class]." Xiao Yang said, "The class teacher said that our class was almost snatched away by the No. 10 Middle School Grade class because of Gu Lu in Class ."

That's amazing. Father Xiao nodded in agreement, and his personal prestige almost made the class win honors.

This is the case. It’s meaningless to be beautiful alone. A truly awesome person makes the people around him awesome as well.

"Then why don't you learn from Gu Lu, who is so outstanding." said Xiao's father.

This made Gu Jiayu stuck, because before it was always Gu's mother who said, "It would be great if your brother was as good as Yangyang", but now the situation has changed!
Gu Jiayu looked at Xiao Yang again. Xiao Yang muttered softly, "Our teacher said that a genius like Gu Lu only appears once every ten years in the country."

Looking at Gu's mother again, she lowered her head to eat and Gu Jiayu could not see her expression.

There is a magical thing about the Sichuan and Chongqing dialects. In daily life, derogatory words are often used in a positive way, such as "妖不到台" and "天棒". The former means "rampant" and the latter means "bold to do things without considering the consequences". However, if it is used to praise someone, the meaning will change. You will know if you ask the Sichuan and Chongqing people around you. I will not elaborate on this.

“Publishing a book at the age of fifteen, there were no such people more than ten years ago,” said Xiao’s father.

"Our class teacher said that the last one was Haizi," Xiao Yang said. "Haizi was admitted to Peking University at the age of 15, and began to write poetry at the age of 17. He was famous in the poetry world at the age of 20."

At the age of fifteen, he was admitted to Peking University. Xiao's father nodded, saying that Haizi should be more amazing.

Gu Jiayu's appetite improved as she listened to the two people praising her brother. Normally, she could barely finish the sandwich on her plate, but today she was still not satisfied.

This case proves that mood greatly affects appetite.

On the other side, in Gu Lu's doghouse - it was really a doghouse, the clothes in the closet were spread all over the bed, and he was currently packing his spare clothes.

Gu Lu originally thought that the air tickets in 12 would be very expensive, but the reality was similar to when he traveled through time, a flight from Fog City to Beijing was still more than a thousand yuan.

Wait, that’s not right. Ten years from now, prices will have risen and money won’t be that valuable. So it will be more expensive this way.

Gu Lu could afford the money, but it was too expensive for high school student Tian Xiao, so he chose to take the train. The two had different means of transportation.

Gu Lu arrived in Beijing two days ago, and President Jian came to the airport to pick him up.

The two had met once at the offline finals of the Ye Shengtao Cup in Chengdu, so Gu Lu recognized President Jian at first sight.

"I haven't seen you for half a year. You've changed a lot." President Jian sighed. "How many days do you plan to stay in the city?"

"It is estimated to be about three or four days." Gu Lu responded.

Three or four days is a bit too short. President Jian estimated, "If you want to visit all the four-nine cities, it will take about a week."

"I mainly want to see the flag-raising ceremony and Chairman Mao's Memorial Hall," Gu Lu said. "Other places are fine."

"Okay, I'll arrange it for you. You need to make an appointment on the official website to visit the memorial." President Jian led the way. He had booked a hotel for Gu Lu in advance.

"Uncle Jian, how much is the rent?" Gu Lu asked.

"You call me Uncle Jian, so why are you paying for the room?" President Jian continued, "I know you are a child who values ​​gratitude, but for me, the best way to repay you is to write two more best-selling books."

Before, Gu Lu had always addressed him as President Jian, but since the other party introduced him to the Writers Association and came to pick him up at the airport and arranged accommodation for him, he had to call him uncle.

"I'm currently writing a science fiction novel," Gu Lu said. "It will be published in Science Fiction World. Maybe my next novel will be science fiction."

That said, Hyouka has no chance at all. Both of them seemed to have automatically ignored the new work. "Oh?" Although President Jian was well-informed, he didn't know everything. In addition, as the head of a company, he was usually very busy.

"I'm looking forward to it." President Jian changed the subject and said, "Xiao Gu, you are now at the age when you are cheerful and carefree. You don't have to be so tense. It will be tiring."

"Actually, once you get used to it, it's not tiring."

"This child, getting used to it means that his perception of tiredness has decreased, not that he is not tired anymore."

The two chatted and soon arrived at the hotel.

Tired from the long journey, President Jian asked Gu Lu to settle in the hotel first and then found a special restaurant for dinner.

Throwing his backpack onto the sofa, Gu Lu rolled around on the bed like a wheel, feeling very tired.

"When will I be able to afford to fly first class?" Gu Lu asked himself.

With more than three thousand, it’s not that he can’t afford it, but Gu Lu is reluctant to do so. Maybe he will be willing to do so once his assets exceed one million?
[Look at my fingers changing into 72 different shapes: I’m on the train, everything is safe.]
When Gu Lu added Tian Xiao’s QQ for the first time, he felt that this nickname suited him very well. He really regarded pen spinning as a hobby.

Tian Xiao also sent a photo of the train jam, and Gu Lu replied that he had received it. It seems that in two years, the high-speed rail will be connected from Wudu to Beijing, but for now, the pen-spinning king will have to accept the test of the green train for sixty hours!

At around seven o'clock, President Jian took Gu Lu to eat Beijing roast duck and came to a restaurant called Beiping Restaurant.

"Isn't it Quanjude?" Gu Lu said.

"Quanjude will make arrangements on the day you leave. Today, we will try the taste first. We are not in a hurry for its fame." President Jian responded.

Even locals rarely go to Quanjude, but it is so famous that they have to go there when friends come over. Anyway, President Jian is tired of eating there.

The taste is authentic, worthy of the place chosen by President Jian. Gu Lu buried his head in eating.

"Xiao Gu, you should go out more often when you have time." President Jian said, "See more of the world. Writers can't lock themselves up at home every day."

President Jian praised, "Xiao Gu, your knowledge is far ahead of your peers, but writers cannot be compared with their peers."

It's very long-winded, right? But neither Gu Lu nor the original owner felt it was long-winded.

These words, which are full of kindness and care, become nagging if you hear them too often.

"I understand." Gu Lu nodded.

"Seeing the world and broadening your horizons, I think, is to let you see that what you believe is not so simple, and it is not necessarily the truth." President Jian said, "and nothing can be judged only by appearance."

The words were pointed, but Gu Luzhen didn't quite understand the underlying meaning. What? Then he looked at President Jian, who looked calm, as if there was something else behind his words.

Damn it, Riddler, please get the hell out of Gotham!

He didn't understand at first, but it seemed that the gold finger understood, and the trigger sound rang out: [Winner of both the Nebula Award and the Hugo Award] [Full of typos] [Tear-jerking masterpiece] turned into "Flowers for Algernon".

"The bestseller is here!" Gu Lu remembered that the global sales of this book exceeded 10 million copies.

Don’t think that tens of millions are too few. There are less than 30 science fiction novels on earth that have sold over ten million copies.

Wonderful literary books may take time to test, but wonderful popular novels are sales bombs!
(End of this chapter)