June is our farewell song

Chapter 102 Zhao's Orphan ([-])

Was she talking about Wang Yanyi and Lu Chen?Combined with the previous words, it turned out that she knew it all, and she didn't say anything or do anything when she knew it.Gu Yuan curled his lips, the girl's mind is really strange.

The structure of the mathematics office and the language office is almost the same. There are compartments one by one, just like in an Internet company. There are many people in it. Teachers come in and out constantly, and many students gather around the desks to ask questions. .

Gu Yuan immediately put those test papers and exercise books on the table Liu Qingsi mentioned, clapped his hands and was about to leave, when he turned around, he caught sight of a familiar object out of the corner of his eye.On the small bookshelf at the hand of this mathematics teacher in the liberal arts class, there are several blue "mathematics small series".

These are the textbooks for the mathematics olympiad. It stands to reason that he shouldn't need them. How could he spend money on such a difficult set of books.This set of textbooks is not cheap, a set of more than a dozen books, even if bought second-hand, would cost hundreds of dollars in total.

"Let's go, what are you dawdling about?"

Liu Qingsi waved to him from outside.

"Is anyone in your class studying math competitions?" Gu Yuan asked Liu Qingsi on the way back to the teaching building after leaving the office, "I just saw the Olympiad textbook on your math teacher's desk."

"Eh? Is there? I don't know." Liu Qingsi frowned, "Let's think about it... um... I don't remember, maybe he bought it for himself?"

"Is there really someone who is idle and has nothing to do to figure out math problems that are not needed..."

"Hey, he's a math teacher, so why don't you allow him to have his own pursuits?"

"……All right."

When I returned to the classroom, it was still full of noise. Today was not a club activity day, and there was a lot of smog outside. A large group of people had nowhere to go, and they all nestled in their seats and chatted, forming a noisy mess.

Gu Yuan walked slowly back to his seat step by step, and as soon as he approached, he heard Qi Yu talking about a novel she had finished two days ago, spitting and dancing.Gao Lian, Yin Tian, ​​and Tao Yishi listened with gusto. Together, they looked like the three-headed dog guarding the gates of hell in Greek mythology.

What's the dog's name... Oh yes, Cerberus.

"It's so lively, let me listen to it too." Gu Yuan sat down and yawned, "The storyteller has fun talking, and we listeners can also enjoy listening to it."

"Hey, isn't this the lumpy Uncle Gu from the south? What's the matter, you just came back from a walk?"

"Okay, okay, you two stop pretending to be Tianlong people, talk quickly, what happened next?" Gao Lian tore open a package of bread, and stuffed Gu Yuan's half-open mouth with butter dough, "Then And then?"

"Where did you just say that? Oh oh, I remembered, cough cough!" Qi Yu cleared his throat, with an old-fashioned taste, "It was mentioned in the last book that when Lin Daiyu taught Xiangling to compose poems, she first asked her to write poems. Go read "The Complete Works of Wang Mojie", and then ask her to read 120 of Lao Du's seven-character quatrains, and then read one or two hundred of Li Qinglian's seven-character quatrains. First, I have these three people in my stomach as a foundation, and then If you look at Tao Yuanming, Ying, Liu, Xie, Ruan, Yu, Bao, etc., you can be regarded as entering the door of reciting poems and making pairs."

Good guy, Xiangling is studying poetry, so it turns out that Qi Yu is here talking about Dream of the Red Chamber.

More than ten minutes passed, Qi Yu finished telling the whole short story in a blabbering manner, picked up the water glass on the table and took a big sip of water, while Gu Yuan silently ate the bread that Gao Lian stuffed into his mouth.After hearing the story, Yin Tian and the others stood there and cheered, while Gu Yuan sighed softly.

"Ugh--"

"Hey, hey, why are you sighing?" Qi Yu immediately became unhappy, "Did I speak well?"

"It's not that you didn't speak well, I just feel sorry for Xiangling." Gu Yuan said, "What a smart girl, but her life was rough, she was tortured, and she died miserably. It's really pitiful and deplorable."

"I didn't expect you to understand Xiangling's bitter life. I thought people like you would never understand the rich emotions in Dream of the Red Chamber."

"Hey, what do you call a person like me? What's wrong with me?"

"Very low emotional intelligence, slow response, well-developed limbs, and simple mind." Qi Yu spit out a series of four-character words like a goldfish spitting bubbles, "Short-sighted, fish-eyed."

"False eyes?"

"Oh, oh, that's what it means anyway." Qi Yu was still trying to force his words, "If you use the characters in the Dream of the Red Chamber as a metaphor, you are like Jia Baoyu."

"..." Gu Yuan was so choked by her that he didn't know what to say.

"Hey, I can't refute it, I won again this time."

Qi Yu swayed from side to side proudly like a sunflower in Plants vs. Zombies.

"If I am Jia Baoyu, what are you?"

"Me?" Qi Yu tilted his head and thought for a while, "Actually, my favorite character is Wang Xifeng, but she turned out to be too bad, ruthless, tricked out, and finally got herself involved. I don't want to be like that. She does."

Suddenly, she slapped the table and said:
"I know, I'm nothing!"

"Huh?" Gu Yuan suppressed his laughter.

"I am me, my name is Qi Yu, I am not anyone else." Qi Yu kicked him under the table, "In short, in short, I want to be myself, not the tragic characters in the Dream of the Red Chamber. I believe that there is no difficulty in my life that I can't solve, and there is no hurdle that I can't overcome. If there is, it can only mean that my legs are not long enough and I can't cross it for the time being. Sooner or later..."

Qi Yu suddenly stopped talking.

"Sooner or later what?"

"Hmph, I won't tell you."

Qi Yu kicked him again bitterly, causing Gu Yuan to gasp in pain.

Before the evening self-study started, Chen Ge told us about the new "Textbook Play Contest".

"This year we staggered the time of the competition and the art festival, in order to allow more students to participate and achieve the goal of 'learn by playing, play while learning'. I will continue to serve as a judge. Like last year, this The class leader Sun Gan is responsible for the matter. The class committee and the Youth League Committee will cooperate well and be diligent. The students participating in the performance will find time to rehearse and rehearse more. If you want to buy costumes and props, you can pay from the class fee. Specific matters , Sun Gan, you go to the student union office at 12:30 noon tomorrow, and they will tell you."

Suddenly there was a small commotion in the class.

I just finished a series of competitive exams, and I caught up with the school's monthly exams before taking a break after I came back.The whole month of October has been busy, and it was not until the end of the month that we gave everyone a break.While the temperature has not yet dropped, grabbing the hem of autumn clothes to have some fun is the idea that most people have.Gu Yuan glanced at Qi Yu, the girl's eyes were shining, sure enough, she thought so too.

Last year's performance was neither good nor bad, but even Gu Yuan, who participated in the performance, felt that there was nothing impressive in the whole script that was still fresh in his memory.

Hopefully this year will change.

During the class meeting the next day, the class leader, Sun Gan, held a referendum. He wanted to decide on the theme of the script as soon as possible. He also did this last year. People have already thought about their own activities in their hearts, counting on their fingers every day, and voting is completely following the trend, so they have not encountered any setbacks.However, this time, the time was staggered, and everyone's enthusiasm rose instantly, talking about everything, and things became difficult to handle.

Gu Yuan remembered the poetry recitation competition that was held some time ago, Sun Qian searched for a long time but couldn't find anyone who volunteered to participate, so he had to do it himself in the end.At that time, he was still complaining that the students in the class loved learning too much and their enthusiasm for participating in group activities was too low. He did not expect the situation to reverse so soon.

Just the title of the script that more than two people agreed with wrote a whole half of the blackboard. Qi Yu and a few others were still there revising it back and forth with the blackboard eraser. Squeezed a sweat for him.

Although the school stipulates that the topic must be selected from the titles in the textbook, it does not stipulate the scope of the "textbook". Under the operation of the great student union chairman, Comrade Bai Yuxuan, this "textbook" quickly evolved into the "textbook" of all schools. The reading materials mentioned in the course, so the scope of topic selection suddenly becomes almost infinite.The only thing that can limit students' imagination is another requirement written on the notice: "The content must be positive and in line with the core values ​​of socialism."

As a result, a lot of dark and cruel topics suggested by Yin Tian were rejected.

It's not that it's bad, it's just that just thinking about the topics he proposed can make everyone's blood pressure soar in the principal's office. Chen Ge, who was sitting in the first row, must have a pretty face, but unfortunately, even if he passed these questions in the class, he would definitely be rejected by the student union in the end.

Rather than wasting time on this, it is better to kill it in the cradle as early as possible.

While the podium was still talking, Gu Yuan was lying on the table slowly. Although the temperature was not high, but there were many people in the classroom, coupled with the commotion, it suddenly became warm, especially suitable for sleeping.

He didn't care much about the process of topic selection, anyway, in the end, it would be Qi Yu who convinced everyone else or Qi Yu who was persuaded by a certain god. The latter situation is extremely rare, and it only exists in legends so far.

So, why waste saliva.

Gu Yuan rubbed his face. Compared with the endless debates in their class, Chi Yu and the others agreed much more. On the night of receiving the notice, they set a general direction with the theme of "Dream of Red Mansions". There is still some confusion.

Thinking about it, for a class with only [-] boys out of [-] students, Dream of the Red Chamber should be the play that can attract more people to participate.

(End of this chapter)