vrcanaries Chapter 150 New Life
Chapter 150 New Life
Winter break went by quickly.
It seems like just yesterday we were having New Year's Eve dinner, and now I'm standing at the school gate with my backpack.
The sun is still the same sun, making people's backs feel hot.
The teaching building is still the same teaching building, but the plants in the small garden on the first floor are much more lush.
The second semester of my junior year of high school marked the halfway point of my three years of high school.
When Song Huan entered the classroom, Xiao Yunqing was already sitting in her seat.
Her ponytail was tied high, and she was turning her head to talk to Zhou Shan.
Zhou Shan was talking about a TV series she watched during winter break. Her voice wasn't loud, but she gestured with her hands, and her glasses almost slipped off.
Xiao Yunqing listened, nodding occasionally, a smile playing on her lips; she was in a good mood.
Song Huan sat down and stuffed her schoolbag into the drawer.
On the right, Zhao Qihang was lying on the table, a math workbook open in front of him, twirling a pen in his hand, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.
He turned a page, wrote two lines, and then turned back.
Looking up, I saw Chen Xu walking in from the doorway, carrying a schoolbag, his school uniform stretched taut over his body, and his arms were noticeably thicker than last semester.
"Thank you so much, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to finish my homework, my dear son..."
Zhao Qihang's gaze lingered on Chen Xu's arm. He swallowed hard, forcing back the last word.
"Good brother!"
He patted Chen Xu on the shoulder, his palm landing on that solid muscle with a muffled sound.
Chen Xu glanced down at him, said nothing, and sat down.
"Quickly copy it!"
Song Huan watched the whole scene, and a slight twitch appeared on her lips.
Chen Xu is the kind of person with extraordinary talent.
His family was poor and couldn't afford protein powder, so he ate at the canteen, but he was still tall and strong, with arms that were probably thicker than Zhao Qihang's thighs.
His mother would boast to everyone that her son was tall and strong.
It is indeed tall.
The noise in the classroom gradually subsided.
Some people put their textbooks away, some sat up straight, and some nudged the person next to them who was still talking.
Lu Xu walked in through the front door, carrying no lesson plans or textbooks, only a stack of math workbooks.
It had a blue cover and was distributed before winter break. It was a whole book, and there were no answers to any of them!
Song Huan's eyelids twitched, and she had a bad feeling.
Lu Xu walked to the podium and slammed the stack of exercise books onto the table.
The sound wasn't loud, but the whole class fell silent.
Zhao Qihang stopped writing and quietly pushed the other subjects' homework into the drawer, very gently, so as not to make a sound.
Lu Xu's gaze swept from left to right, and then back from right to left.
He smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile; it was a cold laugh.
"Do you guys think I don't check winter break homework?"
The whole class was hit by a cold wave.
Some people lowered their heads, some stared at the table, and some held their breath.
Zhao Qihang's face turned pale, but Chen Xu remained expressionless.
Song Huan's expression was priceless; her lips twitched, then twitched again, as if she wanted to force a bitter smile, but couldn't manage it.
"Song Huan".
Song Huan stood up with an expression that said, "I knew it."
The chair slid back a bit, making a loud noise in the quiet classroom.
Xiao Yunqing immediately turned to look at him, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, her expression changing from curiosity to "What have you done now?"
And this character is truly exquisite!
Song Huan stood there, a resigned expression on her face.
Lu Xu flipped through the pile of exercise books on the podium and pulled one out.
The cover was crumpled, with the corners rolled up.
He opened it, picked up another book next to it, compared them, and was so angry he laughed.
"Song Huan, answer me, why is your workbook so much thinner than everyone else's?"
He picked up the workbook and flipped through it.
"This workbook has 102 pages in total, but I counted yours, including the front and back covers, and it's less than 20 pages." He paused, his gaze shooting over from behind his glasses.
"Tell me, where did the remaining 80-odd pages go?"
Xiao Yunqing's eyelids twitched.
Good guy.
She turned to look at Song Huan, who was standing there with an awkward smile on his face.
Where did it go? Of course, it tore itself up.
I write one page and tear it out; I've been using this method since junior high and it's never failed me.
But Lu Xu, that old man, is so serious about it.
The whole class laughed.
Zhao Qihang laughed the loudest and slammed his hand on the table. He was glared at by Lu Xu and shrank back, but his shoulders were still shaking.
Chen Xu also smiled, a slight grin spreading across his face before quickly closing it.
"Get out and stand there!"
Song Huan sighed and turned to walk towards the door.
As she passed Xiao Yunqing's seat, she was looking at him, suppressing a smile, and sticking out her tongue.
That expression—gloating!
Song Huan ignored her, walked out of the classroom, and closed the door behind her.
The corridor was empty, and sunlight streamed in through the windows, drawing bright squares on the floor.
He leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, waiting for the next person destined to meet him.
It didn't take long.
The door opened again.
Xiao Yunqing came out from inside, clutching an exercise book in her hand, her face flushed.
Song Huan was stunned for a moment, and before she could speak, she had already held the exercise book in front of him.
The page was covered with dense writing. The handwriting was crooked and uneven; it was his.
"Did you write this?" Her voice wasn't loud, but she enunciated each word clearly.
Song Huan glanced down.
The question asked, "If it were you, how would you prove trigonometric functions?"
The first few lines were normal, but as it went on, it went awry.
"Italian pasta should be mixed with No. 24 concrete because the length of this screw can easily and directly affect the torque of the excavator. When you hammer it in, a large amount of high-energy protein, commonly known as TTC, will be generated in an instant, which will seriously affect economic development and even cause some nuclear interference to the entire Pacific Ocean and even the charger. Furthermore, according to the Pythagorean theorem, you can easily deduce that artificially bred Tojo Hideki can capture wild trigonometric functions."
Song Huan remembered.
At that time, Xiao Yunqing circled the questions he didn't know and asked him to help him with them.
He wrote it, very seriously, and became more and more serious as he wrote, until he started making things up towards the end.
He almost laughed.
I dare not laugh.
She held it in, her face turning red.
"Are you crazy?!" Xiao Yunqing kicked him in the butt.
It's not heavy, but it's very accurate.
Song Huan didn't dodge; she finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
He laughed so hard he bent over, his hands supporting his knees, his shoulders shaking.
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, her face flushed red, glaring at him, about to kick him again, when the door opened.
Lu Xu stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over the two men's faces. "If you can't stand at the door, go stand in the office."
The corridor fell silent instantly.
Xiao Yunqing reluctantly moved to stand next to Song Huan.
The workbook was clutched in my hand, crumpled and bruised.
The two people stood side by side, their shoulders about a fist's width apart.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on them and casting their shadows on the ground, close together.
The campus is just outside the corridor.
Blue sky, white clouds, classes are having physical education on the playground, the sound of whistles drifting in the distance, muffled and distant.
Some people were running, some were playing football, and some were sitting under the shade of trees chatting.
A cool breeze blew in from the other end of the corridor, carrying the scent of camphor trees.
Xiao Yunqing's hair was blown up and brushed against Song Huan's arm.
It's itchy.
He didn't dodge.
She didn't move.
And so began my second semester of junior high school.
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