Reborn I just want to concentrate on studying

Chapter 145 Small Invention and Small Originality

Learning is always a process of accumulation and accumulation.Most of the time, you just keep repeating. In the process, it's like running on a road with no end in sight. Only when you stop occasionally, you look up and see where you are.

Exams are like that milestone you look up.

There are still two weeks before the final exam, and Yi Yang has also entered the stage of general review.This time was more stressful than the midterm exam.In fact, this kind of emotion made him a little funny... It was just a final exam, and as an adult, he was actually nervous.

In order to prepare for the exam, I also went out for a stroll at noon during this period. After lunch at school, I would go back to the classroom to do questions and memorize vocabulary.It's just that it's not a good idea to have no rest. You need to take a nap, otherwise it will be difficult to have energy throughout the afternoon, and your learning efficiency will be greatly reduced.

Lie down on the table and sleep.

It's just that when I woke up, my whole arm was sore and numb.Later, I thought of a way to put a few books on the table and sleep on the books with my forehead... But I didn't sleep for a long time, and I still felt uncomfortable. There was a red mark on the top of my head, and my neck was also a little painful.Luo Luoyue next to her saw that Yi Yang was feeling uncomfortable, so she smiled and took out a small pillow, showed it off, and then went to sleep with her head on it.

Naps are indeed a pain point for many students.

Seeing Luo Luoyue sleeping with his head sideways on the pillow, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, he thought, if he snatched the pillow away from her, he would cry for a long time.

Heh... just think about it.

During class in the afternoon, Yi Yang felt uncomfortable falling asleep, so he decided not to sleep anymore. He picked up the history journal to read, and suddenly heard Luo Luoyue next to him yell: "Oh..."

Turning his head to look, he was taken aback, and then he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Luo Luoyue tilted her head, covered her neck with one hand, and looked pained...

Yi Yang said: "A stiff neck?"

Luo Luoyue nodded aggrievedly, and said, "What should I do..."

It's none of your business... Yi Yang pointed to the pillow and analyzed calmly: "If you sleep with your head on your side for a long time, the muscles in your neck will be tense and contracted for a long time, and it will easily cramp after a long time."

Luo Luoyue was about to cry: "Then... then... what should I do?"

Yi Yang said: "For sleeping, it's best to sleep with your head on your stomach, it's easy to do so with your head on its side."

"I can't breathe on my stomach... don't talk about this, what should I do now! It hurts... woo..."

Yi Yang said: "There's no way to do this, just massage yourself, maybe a day or two, maybe two or three days and you'll be fine."

Luo Luoyue was crying, looking at Yi Yang's appearance, she was really angry, and she didn't understand why, anyway, she was angry with him.Thinking that just now I proudly showed off that I had a pillow, and then the stiff neck became a joke in a blink of an eye... I was even angrier.Turning her head away, she pulled the muscles in her neck again, and the pain caused her to burst into tears.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

After a while, she turned her head to look at Yi Yang, only to find that he was no longer there, and she had a stiff neck, and he didn't care at all... Although there was indeed no reason to care, it still made her very sad not to ask.I thought angrily, I wish you peed on your hands when you went to the toilet.

He tilted his head and lay down again...it was a little more comfortable this way.

After a while, a lump of warmth suddenly appeared on the neck, and I was startled, and when I wanted to turn around by conditioned reflex, I was held down.At the same time, Yi Yang's voice came from my ear: "Hot towel, here, use your hands. Hold your own hands like this, and apply heat for a while, it can improve blood circulation and relieve spasms..."

Luo Luoyue silently covered it with her hands, and under Yi Yang's command, she held down the hot towel, slowly raised her head, and turned around. I don't know if it was an illusion, but she slowly turned around, as if to ease the pain. some.Thinking of thinking bad things about him just now, I couldn't help feeling ashamed, and said with some embarrassment: "Thank you, Yi Yang..."

Yi Yang said, "Well, it's nothing."

"Where did this hot towel come from?"

"Oh. Just went to the toilet..."

Luo Luoyue's eyes suddenly turned round...

Then I heard Yi Yang continue to say: "I met Mrs. Jiang on the road. She had a clean towel in there. She picked up a little boiling water from the water dispenser and boiled the soup. I brought it here." He paused and stared at it maliciously. Luo Luoyue: "Otherwise, what do you think? Well, a hot pee?"

Luo Luoyue showed a disgusted expression, stared at Yi Yang for a while, and said angrily: "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"

"Ah……"

After a while, the hot towel was no longer warm, and Luo Luoyue peeked at Yi Yang again. He was concentrating on reading a book... Then he whispered: "Thank you, Yi Yang."

"Hmm..." Yi Yang flipped another page without looking back.

……

When I got home in the afternoon, grandma was cleaning up the room and cleaned up a lot of messy things.Yi Yang put down the book in his hand and went to help, but was chased away by grandma: "It's fine if grandma comes, you can do your own thing..." Yi Yang had no choice but to go back to the room.

After a while, grandma knocked on the door and said, "Yangyang, see if you can use these things, if not, sell them to the junk collectors."

Yi Yang went out and saw a pile of sundries on the ground, everything left over from the renovation of the home...rotten water pipes, rusted faucets, rusted screws and the like.After thinking about it, he said: "Well, there is nothing useful... wait, this..."

Suddenly, Yi Yang saw half of the sewer pipe, a thick white pipe with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters, thought for a while and said, "Grandma, I'll use that."

Grandma was a little surprised, "This?"

"Um……"

Back in the room, Yi Yang took the half-meter-long thick pipe and looked at it for a long time. An idea was brewing in his mind... After thinking for a long time, he decided to do it. He went out and brought the toolbox, took out a saw blade and a ruler , measured it, and then began to saw it...

There was a rustling sound of grinding in the room...

About an hour later, in front of Yi Yang, the thick white pipe had been cut into a strange shape.

With a length of [-] to [-] centimeters, the cylinder was cut in half to form an arc-shaped surface, like an arch bridge.A large hole was also dug in the middle of this surface.Yi Yang put this strange thing on the table, and put his hand in from under the "arch bridge", and he could see his hand from the hole above.

The shape is almost the same, nodding slightly.

However, it is not over yet.

I went to find some complete sponges, glue, and stuck the sponges on it...

This thing looks rough, but it's almost in shape.This is a lying pillow. When you use it, you lie directly on the opening of the "arch bridge". You can breathe out from your mouth and nose, and you can put one hand under the bridge without pressing your arms.When I was in a 4S store in the previous life, I saw those white-collar workers resting on this kind of pillow at noon.

The structure is very simple, but in this era, e-commerce is not so developed, and there are no similar products on the Internet, so I simply made one myself.

It's a little invention.

Then, I asked my grandma to sew a cotton cover on the outside of the sleeping pillow, and it was officially formed.

Yi Yang lay on it and slept for a while... the experience was very good.

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I don't know when, Yi Yang began to realize that he was actually talented in writing.Things like words have temperature and perception.Among all his classmates, he likes Ning Zhixin's composition the most. Every time she writes something, there will be one or two very moving sentences that make him admire.Ning Zhixin said, "Writing...that is, you have to learn to use emotions and other organs besides the brain to write."

It sounds complicated, but when you really understand it, you will feel that it is a very natural thing.

For example, if you miss someone, want to write a love letter to her far away, and want to describe this emotion, people who can only use their brains to think and write say: "I miss you, miss your frown and smile, miss you...all kinds of things. "And those who know how to write with emotions and other sensory organs will say: "This tempered and shallow sentence is my approach to you, and I hope you will firmly anchor at the end of the sentence."

When I finished my Chinese homework, I noticed the last composition question...

"The green years are always full of infinite reverie. I made a mistake, got No.1 in the exam, and for the first time I didn't understand the small emotions between the opposite sex... Please write an essay on the topic of "Youth Campus" , the topic is self-made, and the genre is not limited."

When I was doing exercises by myself, I basically didn't pay much attention to the composition, because even if I wrote the test papers for my own practice, no one would correct them.But this time, at a certain moment, he seemed to feel inspired. He was silent for a long time, took out the composition paper, and wrote down a paragraph.

"Qinghe Ballad"

Qinghe,

Always more transparent on rainy days.

you walk,
Walk very lightly.

in the field, in the field

There are shadows of you everywhere.

You step on a thick stack of books,

Trying hard but can't reach the top of the blackboard.

You said that people are full of joy and indulging in memories.

You are not crisp enough, always showing off the soft side.

You also said that you don't understand love, but you persist.

Time is the best montage,
Write down your secret thoughts in a journal.

To the day when we shall bloom,
May you salvage at the end of words,
The seeds of those hours...

Time is the best montage,
Write down your secret thoughts in the diary,

To the day when we shall bloom,
May you salvage at the end of words,
The seeds of those times.

……

After reading it several times by himself, Yi Yang sighed slightly.There is probably some understanding of what kind of existence the so-called poet is.It's not that I think what I wrote is called "poetry".Rather, when there is a certain strong emotion to express, using such an obscure, hesitant words will make people write it more calmly...

Those emotions that lurk deep inside.

In this short paragraph of text, there are hidden thoughts that cannot be understood by outsiders since I was reborn, and I will feel more comfortable after writing it out.But then he couldn't help laughing, it really is because he stayed in junior high school for too long, he was a little dazed, and he was still a junior high school student?Just asking like this... I am not very confident.

It probably won't be long before I read this passage again and feel hypocritical, and I don't think Wenqing's illness may be on the line.

After reading this text several times, it actually reads more like lyrics, because it does rhyme deliberately.After thinking about it, it would be very interesting if I could actually write a melody and sing the lyrics.

When I thought about it, I hummed...

……

On the second day, Yi Yang ran into Luo Luoyue at the school gate.Her neck was still crooked.The two looked at each other. Although Yi Yang's expression was still calm, his erratic gaze and slightly trembling eyebrows still betrayed his true inner thoughts.

Luo Luoyue snorted, dissatisfied: "Laugh, laugh if you want!"

Yi Yang snorted: "Is my smile cheap?"

Luo Luoyue froze for a moment, the more she listened, the more something was wrong, Yi Yang had already walked away like a normal person, at this moment she tasted some strange meanings in these words... This is to say, I am trying to tease him happy?Ignoring the pain in my neck for a while, I chased after him: "Damn it!"

……

In the classroom, Luo Luoyue and Yi Yang fought a few times, just like a pair of real deskmates.Luo Luoyue said: "By the way, Yi Yang, you said yesterday that you wrote that song, right?"

Yi Yang opened the book: "Anyway, you don't believe it."

"I really didn't find this song on the Internet...but I still don't believe it. How can you write a song?"

"Ah."

"Don't always be um, um, I'm talking to you seriously, can you be more serious?"

Yi Yang put down the book helplessly: "So what are you asking this for?"

Luo Luoyue was silent for a while, and said: "My father made a small promotional video and asked for a background music. I think the lyrics of your song fit the promotional video quite well."

"Promo?"

Yi Yang couldn't help but think of a picture of a girl with blue hair and freckles riding a missile... Keke, throwing this picture out of his mind, he said: "Then you may be disappointed... this song, so Let’s face it, it really can’t be found online.”

"why?"

Yi Yang smiled: "Because, I haven't recorded it yet."

Luo Luoyue was stunned for a while, seeing Yi Yang's determined and relaxed expression, and after a few seconds, asked: "This song...is it really you who wrote it?"

"If you don't believe it, there is nothing you can do."

The corner of Luo Luoyue's mouth twitched slightly: "You bastard..."

Yi Yang smiled: "Look, to be honest, you don't believe it, anyway, you just understand that I wrote it."

Luo Luoyue talked for a while, thought for a while, and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Hey... the final exam is coming, and you can still be so free. I really admire you. Tell me."

"I hate it~" Luo Luoyue snorted, and then said rather lacklustrely: "Can you get me the lyrics of this song? You can read it and write it. Look, I'm so humble, please." gone."

Yi Yang sighed helplessly.Luo Luoyue quickly said: "I know it will take a lot of time, how about this, I'll treat you to bubble tea after school."

Turning out the lyrics with numbered notation from the drawer, Yi Yang directly stuffed it to Luo Luoyue, saying, "Don't bother me."

Luo Luoyue stared at the paper for a while, cheered up, put it away carefully, and said, "Thank you~"

"Ah."

Finally, I can review quietly.

But not long after, Luo Luoyue tugged on La Yiyang's clothes weakly again, and the moment the other party turned his head, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the recording function, and said, "Can you sing it again...just sing it... ..."

Yi Yang didn't speak, just put down the book and looked at her silently...

Helpless sigh.

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As a precaution, it won't be the kind of song-copying plot that everyone has seen.

(End of this chapter)