Chapter 4: The Sacred Body Born to Endure Suffering
“Certain names of places and people need to be localized, and certain articles do not need to be changed. They can just be written as foreign stories. They do not involve much foreign information and do not go beyond the outline. ”
Gu Lu is going to choose the smallest change, not because he respects the original work—it’s just because he is confident about his own level.
Nonsense! If he could change the localization of the 10-point original work to 12-point, how could it be a hit in the previous life? If the 10-point original work is guaranteed to have a 9-point taste, everything will be wrong.
Making a draft in his mind, planning for the future was one of Gu Lu's few strengths. More than an hour passed after this torment, and it was already past eight o'clock when he came to his senses.
Feeling the urgency.
"I've finished copying the paper, it's time to think about other things. Let's learn from the past, I can't stay up late and die suddenly."
Gu Lu sighed a little in his heart, why have all the poor students been given up? They also have to assign homework, which is unreasonable and unscientific.
What’s the difference between this and having to draw once even though ten consecutive draws have failed, and shouting “a single draw miracle”? They are all actions to comfort oneself.
The original person often stayed up late. On the night when he was about to die, he finished the business quota of 9 English books in one night. When he opened his eyes again, he changed the core.
The size of the English version is 25cm*18.5, 16 sheets (excluding cover), front and back, totaling 32 pages, priced at 2 yuan per book. The original author makes money from this.
In addition, there is income from helping to buy and bring snacks. No. 37 Middle School is divided into day students and residential students. Resident students cannot leave the school.
But many people are greedy. Even though the school has a canteen, the grilled sausages, fried chicken tenders, and wolf-toothed potatoes from the stall at the school gate are so delicious.
Using the identity of a day student, he passed it in through the back door, and the monthly subscription system was for each person.
You are a junior high school student, only fifteen years old. Why are you actively making money? Because - poor.
Two years ago, my parents divorced. My younger sister moved in with my mother, and I moved in with my father. His grades were the same as when he started riding the slide, going down and down...
His promiscuous father only stayed home a handful of times a month. Even when I got home, I was still drunk.
Nine-year compulsory education does not require high tuition fees, but tuition, miscellaneous fees and living expenses are required. The only way is to save money for emergencies.
It’s no wonder that the original person is not tall. The second and third grade of junior high school are the stage of growth. He lives a life of one meal and one meal. It’s weird to keep up with nutrition.
As for why he didn’t find his mother, well—both his biological mother and stepfather didn’t want to see the original owner, and his grandparents were all in his hometown, so it could be said that he had no “relatives” in sight.
Gu Lu got up from the sofa, which made a squeaking sound. This furniture was said to be a good thing that his parents bought when they got married.
Hitting his desk and writing!
One person, one pen, one hour, one miracle.
“Get some sleep!”
Gu Lu walked against the south wall and marked a line on the calendar.
Every eight days, the original person would allow himself to eat a bunch of roasted sweet potato skins.
A bunch of sweet potato skins only costs one yuan, which is not expensive. Anyway, in 2023 before Gu Lu traveled through time, a bunch cost 2.5 yuan.
But for the original person, it is equivalent to copying half an English textbook, or a month of running errands.
With the current prices in the foggy city, eggs are only three or four yuan a pound. The original owner was reluctant to part with them, but he was also greedy, so he made a plan to eat them once every eight days, every time on the sixth or seventh day. Especially looking forward to it.
It seems that it is the seventh day now, and tomorrow will be the eighth day. There is a sense of anticipation in my heart for no reason, just like the last two classes on Friday.
"If it had been two days later, I would have had my last meal of sweet potato skins. It's a pity. But then again, he was born to endure hardships!"
"It's so hard, but he takes it seriously. In life, I went to the vegetable market to buy some meat for myself during the weekends. It seems that I traveled back in time and lived a bad life? "
Gu Lu felt like he had been shot in the knee. He was a waste in 2023 and had no idea about life. The attitude is not as good as that of junior high school students in 2013...
Go to bed early and get up early.
The next day, the sun was shining in the sky, and the flowers paid no attention to Lu Xiao.
Early self-study starts at 7:20, so whether you are a residential student or a day student, you have to get up very early.
If residents are willing to skip breakfast, they can sleep in the dormitory for more than 20 minutes.
The dormitory in the junior high school of No. 37 Middle School is a six-person dormitory, which is also some distance from the cafeteria.
“Do you know, someone was almost caught smoking in the back playground last night.”
“Which one is it?”
"I don't know, but I heard that he is from the second grade of junior high school. The life teacher checked in the boys' dormitory and couldn't find it." "It is definitely impossible to bring him into the dormitory."
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For the students living on campus, this incident was definitely big news, so it spread throughout the campus in one morning.
Ren Jie, who spread the news to Zhou Lin, is said to have met a big brother in society outside, is very popular in school, and is very well-informed.
Seeing that the little sister was not interested in the news, Ren Jie changed the topic, "Linlin, did the plague god bully you after changing seats?"
"Gu Lu? Is he okay?" Zhou Lin responded, "I haven't spoken much after changing places for a week."
"The God of Plague has a stern face, as if someone owes him millions." Ren Jie pursed his lips, "Like an old witch (mathematics) As the teacher said, he looks like a thief and may become a thief when he grows up. "It feels a little bad for Teacher Yan to say that," Zhou Lin said, "Gu Lu's Chinese scores are pretty good." Okay.”
Ren Jie doesn’t look down on poor students, because her own grades are only average. She looks down on Gu Lu, who is poor in studies and doesn’t like to talk.
"No matter how good you are, you won't be able to get into high school." Ren Jie answered.
The two were chatting, having finished breakfast, and then walked from the cafeteria to the classroom. There were only a few minutes left before the morning self-study started.
Early reading means reading out, and it is read by the class representative, which is in line with the description in most prose "The sweet sound of reading floats out of the window..."
Gu Luhe lip-syncs is a Nature: Just open your mouth and make no sound.
For him, the morning was like a year, because Gu Lu was eager to complete one thing.
After class was over, Gu Lu found Fan Xiaotian.
But the classroom is not a place for talking. The two of them walked to the flower bed, which was said to be a flower bed, but in fact there was nothing planted in it.
"Xiaotian, do you have your mobile phone?" Gu Lu said.
There is a rule in the third grade of the school that mobile phones cannot be brought into the classroom. Even if you live in school, they can only be kept in the dormitory.
“My monthly test scores dropped again, and then my dad took the phone away directly.” Fan Xiaotian said.
Gu Lu was startled when he died before leaving. He also had a mobile phone, but it was a Symbian version. It was a very old brand-name machine. There was no way to create files and save them in the SD card, and finally use the card reader to transfer them. on the computer.
"What's the urgent need?" Fan Xiaotian looked at his friend and frowned, and couldn't help but ask.
"A little anxious, but not very anxious." Gu Lu used the original language.
Having known each other for more than two years, Gu Lu was a little anxious. Fan Xiaotian felt that he was a very loyal person, so he said without thinking, "I'll go back tonight to see if I can You can't steal your phone."
"No, no," Gu Lu immediately shook his head.
After being rejected, Fan Xiaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had tricked him many times because of false promises, and the quality of his father's Septwolves was really good.
A road was broken, and Gu Lu immediately thought of a way to make up for it. Except for Fan Xiaotian, he was basically the "Sixth Person of the Miracle Era" in his class. He had a weak sense of presence and no other friends.
Go to a black Internet cafe, three yuan an hour...
Gu Lu estimated his coding speed. If he copied the content in his brain, he should be able to write about four to five thousand words per hour.
Last night I mentally selected seven short stories suitable for submission to "Story Club", about 40,000 words.
It takes more than ten hours to write, and more than thirty Internet fees. If you spend all your money, it seems to be okay.
The only drawback is that Gu Lu's thoughts were interrupted by Xiaotian.
"Gulu, your QQ has been upgraded, and the sun will shine soon." Fan Xiaotian, who was not a little embarrassed, didn't help, so he just found a topic.
“Oh.”
Gu Lu responded casually. He didn’t use QQ for a long time in 2023. He was very excited to have a new level.
However, for the junior primary school students of this era, a high QQ level and a lot of dislikes (comments) in QQ space are the talk of bragging rights.
So students who have no traffic will ask students who have computers at home to help them hang up for two hours...
(End of this chapter)