Chapter 205: A pen for writing letters
Starting from Wednesday, the final exam papers for each subject have basically been finished.
After that, classes are basically self-study.
But there are also people like Teacher Ding who show American TV series to everyone during class.
The euphemistic name is familiarity with spoken English, but in fact she is watching the drama herself and lets her classmates watch it together.
In such a relaxed atmosphere, winter vacation homework was also distributed.
The winter vacation homework in Annex 1 does not have the traditional booklet, but is basically a set of test papers.
Eight Chinese papers, twelve mathematics papers, nine English papers, seven physics papers...
There are quite a few, but the questions are quite simple. Basically, one test paper covers the topics in the textbook. The content of a chapter is not as intensive as an exam paper.
But even so, there are still 68 test papers for the nine subjects together.
During the one-month winter vacation, you have to write at least two pages a day to finish...
The good news is that there are reference answers at the back of the test paper.
The bad news is that many answers have only one answer and no solution process.
If it were Li Luo in his previous life, he would have never touched this kind of winter vacation homework or summer vacation homework.
I waited until a few days before school started to start copying.
And I wasn’t very active in copying in the first few days.
It wasn’t until the early morning of the last day that I started writing furiously and created a miracle.
But it’s different now.
Now that he is really standing at the top of a key middle school and looking down, Li Luo has even gradually realized the joy of learning.
In the face of so many test papers, I was able to do the questions with gusto.
The self-study class lasts for 40 minutes. Because of the help of the memory palace to mobilize knowledge, and because the test papers themselves are very basic, he can basically finish two or three test papers.
With such speed, he could finish more than twenty test papers in one day.
By Friday evening, a total of 68 test papers had been written by him, and he was still a little unfinished.
"It is indeed much simpler than the exam questions, and few of them are difficult." Li Luo said this and put all the written test papers into the drawer, not planning to take them home.
Yan Zhusheng on the side was still a little distressed. She had written about twenty test papers in three days, and there were still more than forty papers waiting for her.
In this final exam, Yan Zhusheng ranked 187th in the school and ranked among the top ten in the class, ranking exactly tenth.
It can be said to be quite progress.
This was also thanks to Li Luo's careful teaching to her.
After all, when Yan Zhusheng encounters questions that he doesn’t know how to solve, he will usually ask Li Luo, and Li Luo has a scumbag attitude and often breaks it down and explains all the small details clearly.
This has made Yan Zhusheng gain a lot, and her grades have steadily increased.
After all, she will take the art student route in the future. With her current results, she can be said to be indiscriminately popular among art students. As long as her performance in the art exam is not bad, she will be chosen by music academies across the country.
"Go to the rock club?" After the last class in the evening, Yan Zhusheng put away the winter vacation homework on the desk and turned to Li Luo and asked.
Li Luo shook his head, stood up and said, "Let's go eat first. After dinner, I have to go to the literary club. The rock club will wait until tomorrow, Saturday."
"Okay." Yan Zhusheng nodded, and then said, "The president may ask you today what you plan to eat at the dinner party tomorrow. What do you want to eat?"
"Do you want to eat anything?"
“I want to eat the fried rice you made.”
“Your demands are a bit high, let’s change it to something that everyone can accept.”
“Then hot pot?” Yan Zhusheng He tilted his head and asked, "Senior sister treated me to a meal before."
"When did you two secretly go out to open a small stove?" Li Luo raised his eyebrows, a little unexpected.
“It was so long ago.”
The two of them walked out of the classroom while talking, waited at the entrance of the corridor to Yingchan River, and then met Xu Youyu on Houde Road.
The four of them went to the cafeteria to have dinner together. Ying Chanxi easily swiped the meal card for Li Luo and sat down at the empty seat by the window with the dinner plate in hand.
After dinner, Yan Zhusheng went to the rock club alone to participate in club activities, while Li Luo and the other two went to the activity classroom of the literature club together.
As the president, Xu Youyu came on stage and said a few words briefly, then clapped his hands and said: "Winter vacation will be tomorrow, and we will not be able to see each other for more than a month."
"So before you say goodbye, write a blessing letter to your pen pal this semester."
"It can be a summary of this semester, an outlook for the future, or an advance Spring Festival blessing, etc. Envelopes have been prepared for everyone.”
As for pen pal letters, since Li Luo became famous in school, more and more girls in the literary club began to write to him.
Almost every month, Li Luo receives five or six letters from these girls.
As the vice president of a literary club, Li Luo always has to push for manuscripts, and it’s not easy for Li Luo to hide. Every time he goes to collect manuscripts, he always receives a letter from a pen pal.
Although Li Luo never replied to one letter, he still couldn't resist the girls' initiative.
This somewhat stunned him.
It is said that girls are reserved animals. He has never seen so many girls full of subjective initiative in his previous life.
Of course, in addition to this, Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu would occasionally have a whim and would not talk to each other properly, but had to write him a letter to read.
It’s nothing more than complaining about the little things in life, and then sharing some interesting things in class.
As for the interesting things at home, after all, the three of them are under the same roof, and they all know the basics, so there is nothing to say.
Li Luo will also reply seriously and talk about some things in Class 8.
For example, Zhang Guohuang, a gossip monger, spreads various school rumors in the class all day long.
A girl from a certain class was with so and so, and broke up with so and so, and within half a day after breaking up, she was with so and so again.
Even in Appendix 1, similar things are not uncommon.
There are even boys with excellent academic performance who secretly sneaked into the girls' dormitory in the middle of the night to celebrate their girlfriend's birthday. They scared other girls and reported them to the teacher, which was a direct punishment.
In the past, Li Luo didn't pay much attention to these things, but Zhang Guohuang couldn't bear to share them in the class all day long, so he was forced to record them.
For another example, Hua Xiuxiu, Lin Yuan, Ren Zheng and Fang Chen in the class all seemed interesting to some extent, while Li Luo was just bored and writing casually in the letter.
Now that the semester is coming to an end, I have to write a letter again.
Li Luo had no choice but to take out a pen and paper, and while turning the pen, he looked at Ying Chanxi next to him. As a result, he saw her solemnly take out a very exquisite pen, spread out the paper, and it was very strange. There is a sense of ritual. "Eh? Are you really using it?" Li Luo glanced at the pen in Ying Chanxi's hand and found that it was the one he had won in the lottery at the New Year's Day party. "Is it easy to use?"
“It’s so useful.” Ying Chanxi said with a slight blush, “Last time I wrote you a letter, I wrote it with this pen. Didn’t you see?”
"Oh, no wonder the color of the handwriting doesn't look like a black pen." Li Luo nodded suddenly, and then said with a smile, "Then you can lend it to me after you finish writing, and I'll see if it goes smoothly."
"You First tell me who you want to write to?" Ying Chanxi looked at him warily, "Otherwise I won't lend it to you."
"Just for you and my senior sister, I haven't written for anyone else. Letter."
"Really? I think you receive a lot of letters, right?" Ying Chanxi asked suspiciously.
"Obviously not." Li Luo shook his head and said, "Your suspicion makes me very disappointed."
"Huh." Ying Chanxi puffed up his mouth and turned his head, "Who knows."
"Would you like to borrow it?"
"I can lend you the letter I gave you."
"I can't lend it to you, senior sister? You are so stingy."< br>
"It's up to you to take care of it. Use it or not if you like."
"Okay, do you want to write it now? If not, write it for me first."
"Here." Ying Chanxi handed over the pen in his hand and reminded him repeatedly, "You can only write my letter."
"I got it."
Li Luo turned the pen in his hand. The pen is much heavier than his own pen and feels quite good in the hand.
Yingchanxi took good care of it, and it didn't look like it was used very often. At first glance, it looked like new.
After laying out the paper, Li Luo just thought about it for a moment, then began to write on it quietly.
Ying Chanxi originally wanted to take a peek, but after being keenly noticed by Li Luo, she blocked it with her hands. She had no choice but to snort and pretend that she didn't want to look at all.
But he still glanced over there from the corner of his eyes from time to time, but unfortunately he was blocked by Li Luo.
After a while, Li Luo finished writing the letter, and pretended to spread out another piece of paper, pretending to write.
After Ying Chanxi saw it, he reached out anxiously and snatched the pen back: "I told you that you can only write my letter, you are not allowed to cheat!"
Li Luo Originally I was just teasing her, but seeing her reaction so much, I held my chin and chuckled: "I know, I know, you can take it, don't you just want me to write with your credit pen?"
"Talent, not really." Ying Chanxi said hesitantly, "It's just that there is only so much ink in the pen. If you write one more letter, it may be used up. I didn't bring my ink bottle to class."< br>
“Oh, that’s it.” Li Luo reluctantly believed Ying Chanxi’s words and said with a smile, “Then write quickly. If there is any ink left after writing, I will use it to write to my senior sister. One letter."
"Go away." Ying Chanxi said with a dark face, "I will write for a long time, go ahead and write yours."
The two of them continued to write letters while bickering.
Li Luo wrote quickly. After finishing the two letters, he packed them into envelopes and put them away.
But Ying Chanxi was still writing the letter to Li Luo, writing with pauses, thinking for a long time, and carefully choosing every word.
Li Luo held up his chin and looked at her profile as she wrote seriously, while receiving envelopes from several girls.
After politely thanking him, Li Luo collected these letters and helped Ying Chanxi collect a few letters from boys.
Liu Shaowen is naturally among them.
"Li Luo, have you asked the president?" After Liu Shaowen handed the letter to Ying Chanxi's desk, he asked very familiarly, "I told you during the exam last week It’s about our literary club’s dinner party.”
“As I said, the president said that there are too many people in the literary club, so it’s not easy to hold a dinner party,” Li Luo said, “It’s better for everyone to know each other in private. Let’s make an appointment to have a dinner together.”
“Then…” Liu Shaowen winked at him, his meaning was obvious.
But at this time Ying Chanxi said abruptly: "I will travel abroad after the holiday and have no time to go out for dinner."
"This, that's it..." When Liu Shaowen heard Ying Chanxi emphasize this matter again, he had no choice but to hang his head and gave up his plan to hang out with Ying Chanxi during the winter vacation.
Wait until after six o'clock in the evening.
Everyone in the activity room finished writing pen pal letters one after another. After delivering the letters to the pen pals, they said goodbye and left.
Ying Chanxi was finally done at this time. After writing both letters, he carefully put them into the envelopes.
Xu Youyu also stood up and walked down from the podium at this time, handing a letter to each of them: "Take it, it's time to go back to the classroom for evening self-study."
"Well ." Ying Chanxi nodded, and together with Li Luo, handed the two letters he wrote to the other two.
Then the three of them packed up the envelopes given to them by other students and returned to their respective classrooms with great achievements.
“Is there another letter?”
The back row of Class 8 classroom was by the window. Yan Zhusheng saw him walking into the classroom with seven or eight letters in his arms and spreading them out on the table. He asked curiously .
In the past, some girls were too embarrassed to deliver letters directly to Li Luo, so they would come to the back door of Class 8 classroom, find a random classmate, and ask them to help deliver the letter to Li Luo.
Occasionally, when Li Luo was not in the classroom, the classmate who got the envelope would hand it over to Yan Zhusheng and ask her to forward it on her behalf.
So Yan Zhusheng knew that Li Luo often received letters. She usually mentioned it when eating and chatting in Bihai Lanting, so Ying Chanxi knew it in such detail.
"Well, we have to start reviewing the memorials again." Li Luo rubbed his neck and sat down in his seat, "Fortunately, I have finished my homework, and I have nothing else to do in the evening."< br>
When Yan Zhusheng heard this, he looked at Li Luo, then at the more than forty test papers he had left, and suddenly pursed his lips unhappily.
"Li Luo."
"Huh?"
"Can I write you a letter too?"
"You are not "Literary club, why are you writing a letter?" Li Luo looked at her with a strange look on his face, "Just say it if you have something to say. It's not like you want to scold me, so why don't you say it directly?"
Yan Zhusheng really thought about it, and then shook his head seriously: "I don't want to scold you, but there is something else."
"Then just say it, as long as it is not scolding, I will Everyone loves to listen.”
"Don't tell me." Seeing that he was out of luck, Yan Zhusheng simply immersed himself in doing homework, but reminded him after class, "I have a flight at four o'clock on the 2nd of next month, and I will have to go to the airport early at noon. "
"No. 2?" Li Luo recalled that Ying Chanxi seemed to have left on No. 4, "What do you want to do by telling me this?"
"Why not." Yan Zhusheng stood up, walked to Xu Yinghuan, patted her on the shoulder, and went to the toilet together.
Li Luo laughed and shook his head, putting away the letters sent by other girls after reading the first class.
After the bell rang for the second period, he finally took out the letter written to him by Xu Youyu and Ying Chanxi, opened it and read it carefully.
(End of this chapter)