Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 7 Triggered Again
"Blood suppression" often appears in anime, but Gu Lu has never experienced it firsthand. But now, as soon as he enters the teacher's office, he feels uncomfortable all over.

The blood is suppressed and he is almost in a state of stiffness.

"You won the Excellence Award in the last Dukou District essay contest. Although there was no prize money," Teacher Li said with a smile, "it was still very good. Here is your certificate."

Gu Lu recalled that the essay competition started more than two months ago. The first prize (3 people) has a prize of 1000, the second prize (6 people) has a prize of 500, the third prize (10 people) has a prize of 200, and outstanding works (30 people) will receive certificates.

It is very powerful to win a prize in the district essay competition. If I can get a ranking and the prize money, it can help solve the difficulties temporarily... Don’t think like that. I have surpassed most of the students in this wave. It’s really great!

Gu Lu came back to his senses and took the certificate from Teacher Li.

【Gu Lu_Classmate
In the essay writing campaign on the theme of "The 25,000-mile Long March" to learn about the spirit of the Red Army in Dukou District, your essay "The Long March in My Heart" was rated as an excellent work.

This certificate is hereby issued. 】

Then there is the seal of the district government’s publicity department below.

"It's March now, and there are only two or three months left before the high school entrance exam. Study hard," Teacher Li said earnestly, "there is still a chance."

"Thank you, Mr. Li."

After finishing his words, Gu Lu couldn't wait to leave the office. The moment he stepped out of the door, the tension in his body was relieved a lot.

This office is shared by six or seven teachers, and each teacher's area is just the size of a desk.

"Gu Lu from your class?" the head teacher of the next class asked. "He's pretty good. He even won a prize in the district essay contest. I don't think many of our students from No. 37 Middle School were selected."

There are seven junior high schools in the entire DDK area, and this essay contest is open to all primary and secondary school students. Although not everyone will sign up, there are definitely quite a few participants, so it’s great to win a prize.

"He writes very well." Teacher Li said with a smile.

"This kid is smart, but he doesn't focus on studying at all," said Teacher Yan, the math teacher nicknamed the old witch by her classmates.

"English is obviously very simple, just memorize a few words and master some grammar, but I just don't memorize." Mr. Tai, the English teacher who was preparing for class, also said, "But Gu Lu has an advantage, which is that he is not annoying and does not affect the students around him during class."

Teacher Li said, "Gu Lu's family environment is not very good, so the child was delayed."

As the head teacher, Mr. Li knew more about the family situations of his students than other teachers. He sighed and said that if he studied hard, he would still have a chance, but where would the chance come from? Except for Chinese, it was difficult to pass the four subjects of mathematics, English, physics and chemistry, so he could declare that he would not be able to enter high school.

Returning to his seat, Gu Lu saw his deskmate Zhou Lin, who had five pen caps on her fingers and was muttering, "Nine Yin White Bone Claw!" while playing with her little sister Ren Jie.

Don’t say anything, don’t say anything, because the rubber band was taken off by Ren Jie, Zhou Lin’s hair was disheveled, and she looked a bit like Mei Chaofeng.

It seems as if it is true. Gu Lu remembers that he also put pen caps on his fingers when he was a student in his previous life. Is it really the same across the country?

"Gulu, follow me after school today." Fan Xiaotian said mysteriously, "Brother will take you to broaden your horizons."

"?" Gu Lu didn't know if he was overthinking or if Xiaotian in front of him was driving too fast.

Junior high school students in 2012 were playing so wild? I was stunned for a moment.

I forgot to mention that today is Friday, so there will be no evening self-study.

"Then I'll wait and see." Gu Lu remembered something and asked, "Why have you been limping these past two days? Did you fall?"

"I bumped into you, it's okay. Just run slower after school, or wait for me at the school gate." Fan Xiaotian said this because he couldn't see Gu Lu's back after school.

The two made an appointment. As school was about to end, the students were getting more and more restless, but Gu Lu was relatively calm, doing his weekend homework and thinking about the high school entrance exam.

Teacher Li is right. The high school entrance exam is in June. Even if I have a golden finger and can rely on plagiarism to have no worries about food and clothing, I am still too young after graduating from junior high school.

In his previous life, Gu Lu attended a technical secondary school.

The junior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination can be said to be the two channels of diversion in the country.

It doesn't mean that college graduates will earn more than technical secondary school graduates. Take food delivery for example, physical strength and the ability to endure hardship are more advantageous.

But the environments of the two are very different. Gu Lu thought, "I've tried technical secondary school, why not go to high school and try a different life in this lifetime?"

Currently, Gu Lu is unable to improve other subjects no matter how hard he works, and his memory has not improved like other chosen ones after traveling through time. It seems that he can only follow the path of a recommended student or a student with special talents?
Are there any students with writing skills? Gu Lu pondered.

Since we have the golden finger, we should make full use of it. This is Gu Lu’s opinion.

I decided to go to the fat boss's website tomorrow to check the details. Gu Lu's arrangement was to finish the homework at school, spend more time online tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, send all the manuscripts, and learn about this matter.

The second to last class in the afternoon is history, because history is also included in the scope of the high school entrance examination, and the history teacher has not finished his course. If the Chinese, math and English teachers want to teach, they also have to consider the students' progress.

However, the history teacher has sped up the pace of his lectures, and the current lesson is "Lenin and the October Revolution".

"The October Revolution was the first victorious socialist revolution in human history and established the first state of proletarian dictatorship..." History teachers used to tell students who talked to shut up, but not now.

In the past, history teachers would talk about many other things, but now they don’t do that and just talk about what is in the textbook verbatim.

drop--

Gu Lu's expression changed. Was it triggered again? He raised his head suddenly.

What was the teacher talking about just now? Gu Lu looked at the history book he had put up as a shield. It was about the October Revolution and the great teacher Comrade Lenin.

Then Gu Lu's mind suddenly emerged: [The most translated modern German work] [Unparalleled appreciation] [True artist]

The three labels this time are not awards, but more like a summary in three sentences.

Especially the last two, which are probably comments on the author himself, are too vague.

"Let me think, what is the modern German work that has been translated into the most languages?" Gu Lu fell into thought. He had read quite a few physical books in his previous life.

"The Sorrows of Young Vitus, Faust? Or maybe Perfume, which was made into a movie by Hollywood."

"That's not right. Goethe still exists in this world, and there are no keywords in these works."

During the past few days that Gu Lu traveled through time, he gained an in-depth understanding of the cultural entertainment and art industries of this world. It seemed that something unexpected happened at a certain point, and a huge butterfly appeared, blowing some celebrities away, while some celebrities still existed.

For example, Edgar Allan Poe and Sherlock Holmes exist, but Edward Hawke and Harry Kemmerman are nowhere to be seen.

The two people who disappeared from this world, the former was the king of modern mystery short stories on Earth, and the latter was an extremely imaginative mystery short story writer.

Take the latter work, [Walking nine miles is no joke, especially when it rains.] Hearing a random remark from a passerby, he used extreme logical reasoning to reconstruct the course of a murder, which was incomparably brilliant.

(End of this chapter)