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　　 Lu Zhengkang yelled in shame, "Let go!"

　　 Su Xiang left his body and leaned back, so Lu Zhengkang was also pulled from the seat by his ears.

　　 I'm sorry, why is Su Xiangli sitting in the last row... No, Lu Zhengkang complains that his mind is always distracted. It's better not to look at other girls... It's not right, why does Su Xiangli care about me and others? !

Lu Zhengkang turned her head and stared at her, while her mouth was smiling, her eyes were contemptuous and joking. A teenage girl could show such a subtle and subtle expression. Lu Zhengkang only felt that she really looked like a miracle. He was furious, but weak in his speech, "What are you doing, you are not allowed to fight around after class."

　　 Su Xiangli withdrew his hand boringly, turned his head and looked down, flipping through the text in his hand, and ignored Lu Zhengkang.

"..." Lu Zhengkang rubbed his hands and suddenly realized that this action was very awkward, so he stood with his hands on his hips and stood at Su Xiangli's table, condescendingly, his shadow was sparsely projected on her table in the afternoon with plenty of light. It happened to block the text in the textbook. Lu Zhengkang looked down and saw that it was a Chinese document. What Su Xiangli was reading was also an ancient poem, but it was the same as Bai Fengjiu.

　　 On the unfolded book pages, Su Xiangli’s left hand slender fingers pointed on the paper. Her nails are clear and light autumn fragrance, and the shiny **** surface reflects sunlight, like a frosty snow on the fingertips. And the poem she was referring to was "Hai Tou Phoenix?? Red Crispy Hands", which made Lu Zhengkang's heart cold.

Su Xiangli casually turned his right hand to turn the page, while the tip of his left finger swam comfortably, passing an article, ancient poems, excerpts of famous works, some of which are familiar to Lu Zhengkang, some of which he is not familiar with, and in a glimpse It seems that I read Mr. Lu Xun's article...

Seeing Su Xiangli's indifference, Lu Zhengkang suddenly burst into funny thoughts, slowly dumped his body and knocked his head on the book, making Su Xiangli unable to turn the page, thinking that she couldn't help but pull her ears. I suddenly turned my head around and opened my mouth to bite her, even if she was called a mad dog, it didn't matter. Today, Lu Zhengkang wants to prove that I am a gentleman who has a grudge against him!

"You're gone." She said, poking her finger in his face quietly, her soft nails on the ivory flesh of Lu Zhengkang, piercing shallow pits, a different touch, and her own face Feeling different, she quickly leaned into Lu Zhengkang's ears and cursed softly: "Cheeky!"

　　 Lu Zhengkang felt that something was approaching him, so he turned his face abruptly as planned.

The tip of his nose swept across the air, exhaling the heat of breathing, slowly, slowly, washing down Su Xiangli's jaw and lips, she felt the tenderness and tenderness spread, until his rude nose hit her. Nose.

　　 Cheeky! She scolded again, covering her nose.

　　 Lu Zhengkang took two or three steps back in shock, his knees slammed into his chair, he sat down, desperate, and raised his hand to gently stroke his lips.

　　 is mine, my illusion? But that feeling, experienced within a few milliseconds, the thin and pleated cortex rubs against each other, the current of nerve signals tears his muscles and bones, and penetrates his soul flesh, but it is fleeting, so fleeting The passing is shorter than all the time units he knows.

　　 In an instant? End of life?

　　 One microsecond? One nanosecond?

　　 Why do you think of this.

The shortest unit of time in the universe is Planck time, ten minus 43 times second. The world is a movie. The interval between each frame is ten minus 43 times second. Lu Zhengkang felt that he touched the previous frame. I met her...what happened in such a short time?

　　 Su Xiangli touched him with a finger, threatening. At this time, the class bell rang, the teacher came in, and the students stood up and bowed to say hello.

　　 Lu Zhengkang looked at her sideways while bowing, she also looked at him sideways, her nose was a little red, was she hurt? Lu Zhengkang clasped his fists to beg for mercy.

　　 The teacher on the stage said hello to the students, everyone stood up straight and sat down. This is a math class. The class is a thin old lady who is weak in speaking. She will assign homework as soon as she comes. After-school homework includes exercises and pre-study texts. Listening to her talk about it and understate it, but the amount of homework is really not small.

　　 Everyone's first impression of her makes it difficult to deal with. The old lady has a shrewd look. It is really difficult to fool her.

　　 The teacher in charge has a good saying that the time after class is used to write homework. This is the tradition of Ninghu, so the teachers in the class are also very considerate to assign homework before class.

The homework is often closely related to the content of the class. Today I said that the unit of algebra should be written. If the class is supernormal and more geometry is taught, then add geometry homework. If the progress is not good and the algebra is not finished, then Drag the hall.

Early in the morning, you have to sit in the classroom before seven o’clock. Except for lunch and the toilet, you have to squat on your seat for ten hours. This is still the first day of the middle school. There will be late self-study until the second day. Twelve hours.

　　 The national standard working hours this year is six hours a day.

　　 Are students not considered human?

　　 Lu Zhengkang scratched his head, this is much worse than I was back then.

　　 The mathematics teacher was in class, and what he said was quite advanced. The first class of school was calculus.

　　 The level of the teachers is high, and the level of the students is actually very high. Many people have learned this content on the Internet for a long time, and it is a little understatement.

Lu Zhengkang looked around and everyone was serious, but at a glance, he knew that quite a few were pretending, and there were a few others who looked around and whispered. They didn’t really learn much, Zhou Ping counted one, the dark-skinned number 10. Count one.

The mathematics teacher wrote a question on the blackboard and said that someone should be asked to answer it. He turned around and looked around the classroom. Everyone hurriedly bowed their heads or pretended to stare at the blackboard intently. They were all old fried dough sticks in the classroom, and the distracted Lu Zhengkang was exposed. , As expected, he was called to the blackboard.

　　 "I know you, Lu Zhengkang, right?"

Classmate Xiaolu nodded obediently. He stood sideways on the stage and looked down here. The empty classrooms can also be seen. The current desk cabinets are quite large, and even more textbooks can be packed and they can be automatically sorted. In order to avoid the trouble of searching, piles of books are not allowed to be piled up on the desktop, so that there are no obstructions, and everyone's small movements can be exposed.

　　 What is Su Xiangli doing at this time? She held the textbook ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to cover her face, Lu Zhengkang only glanced, and looked back in disappointment.

When the mathematics teacher spoke to him, he looked kindly, "You are the first in the province’s junior high school. We’ve heard it a long time ago. Although Lu Zhengkang is smart, I think you’ve been looking forward to it. Write a sample question on the blackboard and let me see how much you learn."

　　 Lu Zhengkang casually reported the answer directly, confident and generous, the math teacher was stunned and asked: "What about the process?"

　　 "Does such a simple question require a process?"

　　 "Don't talk about the process, how does the teacher know if you have used the calculus method?"

　　 Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, is this scene reappearing yesterday?

　　 He took the electronic pen and wrote the derivation process on the blackboard, and the handwriting was crisp and clear.

　　 The math teacher couldn’t hide a satisfied look, “You come to the office after class, and I will take a paper to test your current level.”

　　 "Good teacher."

Lu Zhengkang stepped down and walked down the aisle. The classmates looked at him secretly. These gazes were like physical existence, and even the difference between cold and hot, soft and hard. Lu Zhengkang felt a warm and soft gaze and looked sideways, Su Xiangli held up the textbook again.

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