Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 82 Dedicated to Gu Lu
In the past, people thought that transportation and letters were slow, but now everyone thinks that cars are slow too. For example, President Jian wants to see Gu Lu’s new work immediately, but the express delivery from the Fog City to the Magic City will take at least two or three days.

People always pursue the rapid dissemination of information. Thinking of this, President Jian laughed at himself. After dozens of years, he still couldn't help being impatient when he saw something good.

It seemed that as the president of a publishing house, he should have given the task of reviewing manuscripts to the editor, and the next level up was only the chief editor. However, ever since President Jian saw Gu Lu's composition twice, plus "Smashing the Piglets"... he simply couldn't stand it.

He continued to paint.

At night, there are still many stars in the night sky in 2012.

The next day, before the sun came out of bed, Gu Lu came out first.

"Fortunately, the seal in summer is not as vicious as that in winter." Stretching, Gu Lu began to wash.

Morning reading starts at 6:20. Gu Lu is nearby and can get up at :.

It's very precise. Even if Gu Lu wakes up early, he still has to take a nap for these twenty minutes!
After quickly washing up, Gu Lu checked his schoolbag. "Stationery, the textbooks I brought back yesterday, and the manuscripts I submitted are all ready."

I went out around 6:40. Gu Lu was no longer the boy who carried a cloth bag of Wuliangye liquor. He used his royalties to buy himself a new schoolbag.

The cracked stone bricks on the street, the street lamps with small advertisements on them, and the blue rolling doors that have not yet been opened seem to be particularly suitable in the orange sunlight, with a sense of shabby beauty.

Jiafuyuan has a strong atmosphere of daily life, and the breakfast stall is still a breakfast shop, with a wide variety of options for customers to choose from. Just have some soy milk with glutinous rice cakes.

"The weather is really nice." Gu Lu looked at the sky.

In the same scene, Zeng Jie, who was sleepy in the dormitory, sighed, "It's sunny again. Every day is sunny. What's the difference between this and the alarm clock hanging in the air?"

No matter what your mood is, you still have to sit in Class 10 on time.

"Teacher Gao said yesterday that we should review the first unit on the first day of morning self-study." Li Guyuan, the Chinese class representative, stood at the podium. He had successfully won the election after strongly recommending himself.

Li Guyuan also felt that there was no one more suitable than him in the entire Class 10, except Qi Caiwei of course.

He began, "Qinyuanchun - Changsha, standing alone in the cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River flows north... 1, 2, 3, get ready!"

Unit 1: "Qinyuanchun·Changsha", "Sending a Signal at the Edge of the Earth", "Beside the Snowy Peak of Eriduo", "To the Skylark"...

The sound of reading can be heard.

His deskmate Tian Xiao read aloud loudly, so Gu Lu could take advantage of the situation. Unlike in junior high school, Zhou Lin was even more lazy than him, so Gu Lu had no choice but to be strong.

Half an hour later, Teacher Gao walked into the classroom. The head teacher was dressed casually in jeans and a thin shirt.

When the bell rings for class, the melody of "wonderful.day" sounds, and when get out of class is over, the melody of "noting.in.the.world" sounds. The bells of high schools across the country are strange and bizarre. The one from No. 8 Middle School is interesting when combined with the lyrics.

"Let's do a small ceremony before our first class begins." Teacher Gao put down the textbook in his hand, on which there was a small box.

Teacher Gao opened the small box, and inside were 50 small glass bottles as thick as a thumb.

"You can use the glass bottle as a time capsule and ask yourself a few questions three years from now." Teacher Gao said, "After you finish writing the time capsule, I will find a place to bury it and take it out in the second semester of the senior year."

The students' eyes lit up when they heard this. It was quite interesting. For students, anything that was not related to study was quite interesting.

"Lu Yi, come and distribute the bottles." Teacher Gao asked the class monitor to distribute them to prevent everyone from leaving their seats and causing chaos.

Class monitor Lu Yi had a common hairstyle, with thick bangs covering her forehead. Her skin was wheat-colored, making her look rather dull. She was not stupid either. She took enough glass bottles to the first row and passed them to the back row in an orderly manner. She only needed eight rounds to complete the task assigned by the teacher.

There is a correction grid on the surface of the glass bottle. The "correction grid" is a stationery that tests your age. It is a white paper as big as the composition grid. If there is a typo, tear off one from one page and stick it on, and then write the correct one.

As far as Gu Lu remembers, correction grids were later completely replaced by correction fluid and correction tape.

Stick it on the glass bottle and ask students to write their names, otherwise there is no way to identify the glass bottle.

[Did grandma fight cancer successfully?][Did you make a lot of friends in high school][Has Naruto finished?][Did you work hard in the chemistry competition][Have you won the first place in the pen spinning competition?]…

Tian Xiao wrote down a few questions very quickly, and the bottle was almost filled with sticky notes.

Looking at his deskmate writing furiously, Gu Lu thought for a moment. Three years later, he was almost an adult, so he started to write down four questions.

Why do class teachers spend time on these things? It’s not to create youthful memories for students, because there was a student who took out a time capsule at the 100-day oath-taking ceremony and really motivated himself to make a comeback in the last minute and successfully get into a good university.

Even though the probability is very low, Teacher Gao thinks it is worth it.

"Write more of your true feelings so that no one else will see them. Even if you take it out in your senior year of high school, the teacher won't read it," Teacher Gao added.

Since there were no restrictions on the questions, students wrote down a variety of things.

Qi Caiwei, the cultural and arts committee member, wrote, [After three years, has your dancing met your mother's expectations?] [Has your mother praised you in the past three years?] [Are you confident that you can be admitted to Beijing Dance Academy?]
Class monitor Lu Yi wrote, [Have you improved your grades?] [Did you get a good ranking in the Olympic competition?] [Have you ever tried to have a boyfriend?]
Ma Xuanyou, the sports committee member, wrote: [Did he become the leader of No. 8 Middle School?][Did he beat up Xia Chenglong’s bully?]
The reason why the sports committee member is not Lu Ping who practices track and field is simple: Ma Xuanyou practices shot put.

Do you know shot put?
After finishing writing, Teacher Gao asked Lu Yi to collect all the papers. She put them all in a metal box in front of the students and claimed that she would find a place to bury them secretly after class. The reason she did not tell the students the location was to prevent some naughty students from digging them out secretly.

It was indeed a thoughtful thought. Gu Lu felt that such a student really existed.

The campus life of No. 8 Middle School officially began. Gu Lu took his student meal card and had lunch and dinner in the cafeteria.

There was still breakfast in the cafeteria, but Gu Lu really couldn't get up so early.

Two days passed in a flash, and the students were in the process of getting used to each other. Simply put, there were not many student nicknames.

The package from the Fog City to the Magic City has been delivered. Since President Jian informed the front desk in advance, he was the first to know about it.

"This novella took me two or three months to complete. I want to take a look at it." President Jian was attracted by the opening paragraph.

[Dedicated to Gu Lu
I want to dedicate this book to a child. I do this for two important reasons. One is that he gave me life. The other is that this child needs comfort. All adults were once children, but only a few of them remember this. I hope that the future Gu Lu will not forget the former Gu Lu.]
The word "attracted" is not appropriate. To be precise, it allowed President Jian to savor it for a long time.

It is very interesting to write a book and give it to yourself. President Jian said with a smile, "If Xiao Gu becomes famous as a writer in the future, the message at the beginning will probably be studied repeatedly."

President Jian read the text——

(End of this chapter)