Chapter 228 Gu Lu is not an ordinary student (5000 words)
"I must let Huang Lu know that she made the wrong choice!"
The "Prison Meal" that night, other words Gu Lu The king cannot remember clearly, but he was deeply impressed by the above passage. Dou Ke's expression seemed to say, "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty." Xiao Yan, No. 8 Middle School? !
The next day, Gu Lu carefully observed any changes in Dou Keping from usual times - there seemed to be none at all.
Dan Tian laughed and said that Tadpole’s change was that he no longer paid attention to Huang Lu!
For example, when they passed each other while doing exercises, Dou Ke kept a dark face and said nothing, and when Huang Lu, as the group leader, collected homework, Dou Ke coldly handed over the homework, and so on.
The problem is that Huang Lu doesn't talk to Dou Ke very much, so the former doesn't feel anything at all.
It’s almost the same behavior as deleting QQ friends of a girl you have a crush on in a fit of anger, and opening a small account to follow the girl’s social updates.
After school on Friday, you can see a group of monkeys being released from the cage, especially the resident students.
The "monkeys" of the Model United Nations club cannot leave yet because they have to stay for some training.
Gu Lu is also a member of the Model United Nations, but he is a special being, so he goes straight to Ba Hot Pot outside the school as soon as school is over.
For the taste of hot pot in Shancheng, don’t choose the famous ones. Walk around the streets and find a small shop that has been open for several years. The taste will not be bad.
"Gulu, you are now a big shot in our student circle, a fighter among the students. You really give our No. 37 High School a face." Zhang Yudong said, "All my friends want your autograph."
Yes, Zhang Yudong didn't bring his deskmate Zhuo Feng in the end, even if he said he didn't want to have a meal and come to meet him.
This is a bit of his character. Take QQ Space as an example. The logic of QQ Space and WeChat Moments are very different. The former is more convenient for making friends. Even if you are not friends with each other, you can still see who has liked it.
Zhang Yudong's temperament is that if two friends are added through his space, he will not be happy.
Not to mention taking the initiative to introduce Zhuo Feng and Gu Lu to each other.
"It's not such an exaggeration. I'm just lucky and I happened to have the inspiration." Gu Lu was burning his belly. He liked to eat older ones, the ones that were too hot to chew were the best.
Even after more than half a year of conditioning, King Gulu has reduced his frequency of eating hot pot.
Should I say it or not, I really want to talk about this.
We had made an appointment last week. Gu Lu invited Zhang Yudong to dinner, and the latter chose hot pot.
"Ah, is there a second part of "Mr. Holmes"?" Zhang Yudong is more concerned about this point, "Or is it about writing other content about Sherlock Holmes?"
Others? It could only be "House of Silk", but unfortunately I didn't get it.
"There is no second part, and there are currently no plans to create another Sherlock Holmes fan," Gu Lu responded, "However, there is a chance that "Mr. Holmes" will be published in the UK."
It is Xinxing Publishing House According to the news from the editor, when this book was serialized in the magazine, it was included in the list of outstanding works by the Conan Doyle Estate, and its translation into English seems to be certain.
"Really?" Zhang Yudong was excited. Is there still a chance for his name to appear in foreign publications?
Holy shit, how awesome is this?
If you want to translate it into English, what should it be? Zhang Yudong has already begun to use his poor English skills in his mind to self-translate [Thankyou to Zhang Yudong for giving me the "The sign of the four", which once again made me feel the charm of Sherlock Holmes]
It is Zhang. Yudong, or Yudong·Zhanh?
"Eh?" Gu Lu saw that the other person's eyes were gradually losing focus, and his mind was wandering somewhere.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay." Zhang Yudong immediately scalded the duck intestines and gave them to the great writer, "Brother Gulu, the original text is published. I mean, there won't be any changes, right?"
" It depends on the level of translation," Gu Lu explained halfway, and realized that the other person didn't want to hear this, "No matter what the level, the original content will not be changed, such as the prologue, it will definitely not be lost."
Hearing this. , Zhang Yudong was satisfied, and said that he must tell him when the English version came out, and he used his connections to get a copy back from the UK.
After eating happily, Gu Lu launched an attack and asked, "You also live in the sandy area?"
"I used to go to No. 37 Middle School because my dad happened to "I worked there," Zhang Yudong said, "and then bought a house in the sand district. But because my second foreign school is in Nan'an, the rooms in the sand district are usually unoccupied. I only come to play occasionally."
I want to fight with rich people! Gu Lu listened to the other party's understatement, saying that he only had three apartments.
"By the way, Gu Lu, do you want to go to my house to play? I have good things at home." Zhang Yudong said.
Of course, just because he was waiting for this sentence, Gu Lu agreed.
The two of them walked to Qifeng Qinghuayuan Community. It is still a relatively new community and the housing was handed over in 2010. The key is the school district housing, which is very valuable.
"Gulu, are you and Zhou Lin acting like friends?" Zhang Yudong asked on the way.
"Why do you say that?" Gu Lu was surprised.
"I seem to have heard that Zhou Lin was originally planning to go to No. 3 Middle School, but then she came to No. 8 Middle School because you were in No. 8 Middle School." Zhang Yudong said.
"Where did you hear this gossip?" Gu Lu was speechless, "Although 138 is a grade, No. 8 Middle School is the school with the best enrollment rate in Wudu. If you do well in the exam, you can go to No. 8 Middle School. Is it normal? "
Zhang Yudong said, "It's not normal. I heard that the vice principal of No. 3 Middle School is a relative of Zhou Lin's family. "
Is it true?
Zhang Yudong couldn't say for sure whether it was true or false, but he could be sure about one thing. When he arrived at home, he led Gu Lu directly to the small study.
The third floor of the bookshelf is full of Gu Lu’s works, including the serialized magazines. Not only that, but the surrounding works are also collected.
The Little Prince book cover, Mr. Holmes pen, Bingguo bag, etc.
"What is this?" Gu Lu picked up a key pendant.
"The keychain of "Yesterday's Park" looks like a table tennis ball." Zhang Yudong said, "There are only 100 of them. They are only available for participating in activities organized by the publishing house. They are quite precious."
Yes, it is very precious, because even Gu Lu has never seen it.
The promotion of the three publishing houses has become intense, so each of them is giving away small gifts. The author Gu Lu is a bit of a hindsight.
"There are all of them. I am not so detailed." Gu Lu looked at the neatly arranged "Story Club" and "Time Reasoning".
"I still..." Zhang Yudong suddenly paused. There was someone who was more detailed than him. Not only books, peripherals, but also relevant reports in newspapers were collected, but he could not betray his teammates.
"There is still room for improvement," Zhang Yudong changed his words, "But Gulu, the scope of your serialization is too broad. Is there anything I missed? Take a look."
"It's very complete. I even bought the comic book I published in Neon, awesome." Gu Lu gave a thumbs up.
Zhang Yudong said, "It's a small matter, there are many purchasing agents overseas, and as long as you have money, you can buy them."
There are purchasing agents so early, Gu Lu thought that purchasing agents were accompanied by The emergence of e-commerce.
"Hey, I remembered that you named the pen caps before. There are two basketballs here. Did they also have names?" Gu Lu looked at the corner of the study and said in a joking tone.
There are 4 badminton rackets, 2 basketballs, 1 football, and 3 table tennis rackets in the corner...
There were so many sports equipment, Gu Lu had the impression that they took physical education class together and couldn't borrow the ball, so Zhang Yudong brought it himself.
"Hahaha, you still remember this about me." Zhang Yudong felt that he had a place in the hearts of his classmates who were great writers.
“Don’t tell me, I actually picked a name. This Spalding basketball is called Ronaldo, and the Double Happiness basketball is cheaper, and it’s called Beckham.” Zhang Yudong introduced.
Are these two football stars? Gu Lu said, "So football is called Jordan?"
"No," Zhang Yudong said, "Football is called Fiery Bird."
This is not even close. Gu Lu deeply felt that his brain circuitry could not keep up with that of high school students.
"I am also planning to play basketball recently. If you have any better basketballs, please recommend them to me." Gu Lu said.
"What do you recommend? If you don't dislike it, Gulu, let's play with Ronaldo." Zhang Yudong said, "I rarely play ball when I go to high school. I am idle anyway."
Pretending to shirk, Gu Lu said, "This is not good."
"Do we in the Park League still care about this?" Zhang Yudong thrust the ball into Gu Lu's hand, "Take it first and use it, then use it if you think it is useful." Buy a new one. If it doesn’t work, change it. Don’t waste your money.”
Ding——
[Popular science masterpiece] [Serious nonsense] [The first book in space]
Gu Lu held the basketball and felt the three labels in his mind.
Yes, he succeeded.
Judging from the label description, it is obviously "Flatland", a book that no popular science work in the world can surpass even after a hundred years.
Just like the logic of using a named flower to trigger Liu's short story collection, if there is "Flatland" in the synthesis warehouse, then using a named sphere should also be able to trigger it.
Who would be bored naming a sphere? Gu Lu immediately thought of Zhang Yudong, a junior high school classmate who often recruited "overseas mercenaries."
When I release "Flatland", I will thank you, Gu Lu thought to himself. "I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight," Zhang Yudong said, "I live in this house alone, so you can sleep here directly at night."
Room Two bedrooms and one room hall.
There was no need to sleep. Gu Lu had a big meal in the evening and went home with the basketball in his arms.
Today I also asked Gu Lu to make sure that his golden finger should have a "library", and only the works in the library can be triggered.
Saturday.
Gu Lu was sorry for the weekend, because he couldn't sleep in during the weekend. Instead, he arrived at the South Bank Convention and Exhibition Center early in the morning.
There was also a red banner [Fog City’s 3rd High School Student Model United Nations Conference] hanging at the door.
The first event of the City Model United Nations in 2013 was to be held here, but there were not many visitors. Even in the era of short video development, this thing did not receive much attention.
The audience is mainly parents or relatives of participating students.
Two newspapers, "Fog City Morning News" and "Shancheng Daily", were also present to complete their propaganda tasks.
Today is a duel between Nankai Middle School, No. 8 Middle School, Bashu Middle School and Yucai Middle School.
“I’m so nervous.” “Bashu’s Li Wanshu and No. 8 Middle School’s Zhou Lin are so strong.” “Last year, the No. 8 Middle School led by Zhou Lin still lost to Bashu led by Li Wanshu.” “Nonsense, Li Wan is a senior in high school and Zhou Lin is only a freshman in high school"...
The students were whispering, and Gu Lu looked at the other person's school uniform and saw that he was from Yucai Middle School.
Where is the main force? Gu Lu looked around and saw students from Bashu, Yucai and Nankai gathered at the entrance of the exhibition, forming a tripartite force.
Could it be that Zhou Lin, the president, was late, so the team couldn't get together? Gu Lu thought of a possibility.
Soon, Gu Lu denied it again. Although Zhou Lin was usually unreliable, she was very reliable at critical moments.
“Here, consultant, this way, this way.” The members shouted loudly.
Gu Lu recognized the other person. Wang Mingjing, a sophomore in high school, was an active member of the Model United Nations.
The gathering place for students participating in the No. 8 Middle School Model Federation is a bit remote, almost close to the garage of the Convention and Exhibition Center.
Everyone is here, including Zhou Lin.
“Where is the instructor?” Gu Lu looked around.
"After the previous instructor resigned, the school has not arranged for anyone to come." Wang Mingjing couldn't hold back his words, "Anyway, we are grandma who doesn't care, but uncle doesn't love us yet."
"Thinking about it from another direction, maybe it's hard to find a good instructor." Gu Lu said, "The school can't just find someone to make do."
"That makes sense." Zhou Lin said.
Zhou Lin was wearing her school uniform today, with a neat high ponytail. A few hairs on her forehead were not long enough to be tied up, so they were "dangling" naughtily.
It's good that her forehead doesn't look empty. What caught Gu Lu's eyes and couldn't take him away was Zhou Lin's confident demeanor, as if she could defeat anything.
"Bah bang bang!" Zhou Lin clapped her hands, attracting the attention of all the members.
She said, "We are well prepared, so we will not lose. The most important thing is that without the teacher watching, we can be lawless!"
As Zhou Lin stretched out her hand, Gu Lu immediately stretched out his hand to support , then everyone folded their hands together, worked together, and shouted, "Lawless!"
A little embarrassed, Gu Lu coughed dryly.
It was almost time and the school started to enter. The instructor of Yucai Middle School signed the form and received the conference notes from the staff.
Students enter in an orderly manner.
Followed by Nankai Middle School.
Everything went smoothly, but I got stuck in No. 8 Middle School.
"Where is your instructor? This attention guide is required according to the rules." The staff said politely.
“Our teacher didn’t come.” Zhou Lin said, “I am the president of the Model United Nations, so it’s the same with me.”
The staff was embarrassed, “It’s better to call the instructor. I’m sorry, students. This is the rule above. The key is that you, the teacher, need to sign in. Student sign-in is invalid.”
"Why are you stuck?" "It seems that there is no teacher in the No. 8 Middle School and I can't get in." "Damn it, it's so cool, there is no teacher." "If we can't get in, don't we just lose an opponent?"...
The back of the row The Bashu High School students whispered.
It was said to be stealing, but in fact the conversation was quite loud, and all the sounds reached Gu Lu's ears.
Although I know that Model United Nations is not taken seriously in No. 8 Middle School, this is too exaggerated.
“Was there such a rule before?” Gu Lu asked.
"I don't know, there were instructors before." Zhou Lin looked at the staff, thinking about how cute she was, "Uncle, the school hasn't invited our instructor yet, but we have already come, you can't help but let us in, right?" "
"If anything happens to you during the event, it will be easier to talk to the teacher if you are there." The staff said, what could happen at the Model United Nations Conference? No.
But the staff will not release the person without the teacher’s signature.
"Call and ask, there is nothing we can do, we don't have much time." The implication of the staff was obvious. Without the teacher's signature, it would be difficult to participate in today's event.
Zhou Lin was a little panicked, but in comparison, she was already the calmest among the members. Who to call?
We haven’t hired a new MUN instructor, who can we call? headmaster? No one knows the principal’s phone number.
"Teacher Hu..." Gu Lu didn't wait any longer and called Director Hu.
Three times, five times and two times, the situation at the scene was explained.
"Brother Jiang, please pick up the phone, it's our teacher." Gu Lu looked at the other person's work ID, knew his name, and gave the phone to the staff.
He is guarding the door at the security checkpoint, and his surname is Jiang, so let’s just call him Jiang the Door God.
"Yes, yes, there is nothing you can do about it. It's all rules."
"I know there are special circumstances."
"What? Asking students to sign is not okay, and students cannot represent the school."
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When Jiang Menshen heard that the other party wanted the students to sign, his face was full of resistance, but soon there was only a look of surprise on his face.
Looking at Gu Lu, Jiang Menshen continued to talk on the phone, "Okay, okay, I understand, no problem."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Menshen returned the phone to Gu Lu, "Are you Gu Lu, the genius writer who is famous all over the country? "Mr. Holmes" and "The Little Prince" are so famous."
"Then it's by Just sign this." Jiang Menshen said.
Ordinary students cannot represent No. 8 Middle School, there is no doubt about this, but Gu Lu is not an ordinary student!
"That's troublesome." Gu Lu signed his name, then took the manual and entered the exhibition center.
Fortunately, there is a consultant following! Wang Mingjing and others were thinking, almost thinking they couldn't get in.
Zhou Lin was ready to throw a tantrum in this kind of activity that the school participated in. She didn't believe that if the matter got bigger, No. 8 Middle School would not be allowed in.
It would be better if it could be solved satisfactorily. Zhou Lin wanted to come to the manual and read through all the precautions for the event.
“He is Gu Lu?” “It’s over, it’s over, this is embarrassing for us.” “We will definitely lose with Gu Lu. Don’t let other people’s ambitions destroy your own prestige.” “Yes, at least we have something. Three to seven, we are three." Wait, the students in Bashu immediately became confused.
A tree has a skin, and a person has a face.
When the name Gu Lu is revealed, it is shocking enough.
"Although Gu Lu is very famous, we can't give up." Bashu instructor comforted, "We must have the courage to burn the boat!"
"Yes, burn the boat." Li Wanshu, the ace of the Model United Nations, said, " We can also overthrow our opponents. Who said that a dark horse can't win in one blow?"
Hearing this, Jiang Menshen was speechless. Can this teacher comfort people? If you don’t know, don’t talk! What a dark horse, it seems that Bashu Middle School was the best diplomat of the Model United Nations in 2012.
It was not just the instructors of Bashu Middle School. When Yucai and Nankai inside found out that Gu Lu was among their opponents, their reactions were similar.
"The Eighth Middle School is so despicable. Why did the high school model union call Gu Lu?" Yucai's instructor was furious. In his opinion, Gu Lu was a nuclear weapon. There was no need to use it if you were fighting a small-scale battle. Nuclear weapons!
"I guess it must be that No. 8 Middle School lost to Bashu last year and only got second place, so Gu Lu was added to the list. I have never seen such a shameless person." Nankai's instructor said.
Strictly speaking, there is no absolute connection between Model United Nations and writing skills, but Gu Lu is so famous!
(End of this chapter)