I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

Leeds Comprehensive College in mid-July.

The dull classroom, the hot weather, and the oppressive atmosphere before the last day of senior selection made people breathless.

More than thirty students in the second teaching class of the senior grade did not appear to be very energetic.

Everyone shrugged their heads and listened to Mr. Coleman's lecture. This elderly teacher who graduated from Freer University and a prestigious school was also a well-known figure in the college.

He counted the mistakes that students often make one by one.

"Sal, if you forget to write your name again this time, I will definitely tie you to the steam locomotive. The speed of the car at twenty kilometers per hour should remind you of your name."

"As for you, Miss Mansour, as long as you perform normally, it is easier than losing my hair to be admitted to the University of Leeds."

"And Billy, you are the most troublesome person in the class, but I think if you can spend half of your lip service on your studies, I believe the University of Göttinghagen has already sent someone to invite you over."

As soon as these words came out, almost all the students couldn't help laughing.

Only Billy blushed and stared back one by one unconvinced.

With an old-fashioned sense of humor, the old gentleman with the thinning head lightened the tension in the classroom and made the depressed children laugh.

"Tu Fu... um... you're pretty good..."

Until the next one, Mr. Coleman shifted his eyes to Tu Fu, and saw that he even put on a simple smiling face like himself, and an unspeakable resentment flowed in Coleman's pupils.

Every time Tu Fu, who is open-minded and studious, comes to his office, he will ask some seemingly simple questions that even a dog can answer, but once he thinks about it seriously, he will get stuck in it, and finally find that... he is not even as good as a dog.

He hasn't had a few days of normal life since the "ghost ship" problem began.

So much so that now every time Coleman sees that face, he subconsciously wants to cover his head to prevent time from flying past his head.

From that inadvertent question in class, when an interesting proposition was raised, Coleman faintly realized that this kid was not simple.

It was even unexpected that the subsequent double-slit experiment would shake up the building of academia.

This old teacher, who was once proud of his good academic qualifications, never mentioned his experience of studying abroad in Freer since he was troubled by Tu Fu's tedious questions.

In fact, it's not just his unconstrained ideas, the kid's grades have been steadily improving recently.

What shocked the teacher who taught the ancient Assyrian language the most was that Tu Fu's foreign language proficiency had improved astonishingly.

Perhaps, Coleman thought that the most correct thing he did was to share his troubles with the professors in academia.

Coleman sighed silently in his heart, "Go to Göttinghagen or Miska to harm those professors."

He really has nothing worth telling him.

Watching the chattering Mr. Coleman leave, the depressed red-haired boy Billy looked at Tu Fu, "Why doesn't he talk about you?"

Tu Fu shrugged his shoulders, "Good students have always been like this."

"Well, buddy, I've been having a really bad time recently. I study until late every day, and sometimes I can't sleep when I think of the exam coming soon." Billy tried to gain some sense of approval from his friend .

"It's the same for everyone, at least we always have to try."

"indeed so."

"After all, don't force yourself." Tu Fu deliberately paused and smiled, "Sometimes you don't even know that you have the self to mess up everything."

"You're going to hell!"

What he said made Billy, who was already quite depressed, force him to draw circles in the corner of the classroom again.

Since the introduction of the higher selection examination system, despite the gap in educational resources, most of the university places are occupied by children of the old aristocracy and the emerging bourgeoisie.

But this is also the only upward channel for bottom-level students. Every child who takes the exam has all hopes placed on him by his family.

Even a middle-class family like the Winsters can't help but place high expectations on their two children.

That night.

The atmosphere in Winster's house is very gentle today, even the aunt who always likes to scold her husband is very virtuous.

Since the problem of the expenses of the two children was resolved, it is difficult to hear the quarrel at home on weekdays.

After a delicious meal specially prepared by Mrs. Anfeier and the disgusting care, even Sophie couldn't bear the enthusiasm, so she and Tu Fu went up the stairs first under the pretext of reviewing.

"It stresses me out that they're doing it." Sophie ruffled her enviable golden curls.

"Treasure the good days of being valued now." Tu Fu, who has been there, said earnestly: "After the high-level selection, our family status is not even as good as that of the red-haired baboons."

Miss Winston: "..."

Red-haired baboons, just the thought of smacking each other's heads and getting silly with their peers is a headache.

There were not too many topics, and after saying good night to each other, they returned to their respective rooms.

This night, which was destined to be unsettled, made countless children who were preparing to participate in the higher education selection refugee all night. Even in the middle of the night, many people were still reviewing with the gas lights on in their houses.

For example, Billy, the red-haired kid in a middle-of-the-road community, gritted his teeth, he still insisted on studying hard, and he had insisted on such a thing for a long time.

Whenever he thought of slacking off, he would immediately think of Tu Fu's face.

That guy acted so easily, but he must be working hard in private, and he must not be fooled by his superficial laxity.

Don't look at that guy's superficial complacency,

But in private it must be very hard.

He has to work harder.

...

"I guess he must be very nervous now? After all, he has worked so hard for this exam for so long, what if he fails the exam and fails to meet the minimum requirements for the special quota?

My God, he couldn't go to Göttinghagen, so what should I do. "

At this critical juncture, Miss Winster committed her old problem of worrying about others.

Thinking about this matter over and over in the room, she scratched her soft blond hair in agitation, and Sophie was more worried about the unreliable guy next door than her own grades.

Fortunately, she had secretly read Tu Fu's textbook, and every page of the textbook was filled with dense knowledge points and notes for personal understanding.

In addition, in the notes recorded in Assyrian, Tufu will re-add some advanced knowledge points every few days.

It must be very hard to do such a thing secretly.

You have to trust him.

Sophie played with the old wind-up bear model in her hand, thinking that it was a gift from its owner.

The memory came to that peaceful midnight in a flash, studying hard under the blue moonlight by the window, witnessing Liz's handsome young man at four o'clock in the morning every day, his whole body seemed to radiate light.

On the eve of the higher selection, every candidate in this city has his own worries and various unsatisfactory things.

Most people still hold the textbooks and repeatedly memorize the previous omissions. The more they review, the more they find that there are more omissions, as if they can't finish learning. Or they tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking about the consequences if they failed the exam.

It is the first time to experience such a major event in life, no matter who it is, it is inevitable that it will be extra nervous.

...

punk shack.

Lying flat on the soft and warm bed, Tu Fu slept very soundly tonight.