Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 18 018 Quasimodo’s Gift

"Does she have no friends in your class?"

On the way home, after bidding farewell to Song Xingye, Tang Lingfei asked.

Xu Zhe nodded: "The popularity is not very good."

Tang Lingfei was a little curious: "Why? She is good-looking. Don't you boys want to make friends with her?"

Xu Zhe: "Suppose you are a boy. When you see such a girl who studies well and is beautiful, would you feel inferior?"

Tang Lingfei suddenly flashed her big eyes without impurities: "Why do you have to feel inferior?"

Seeing her like this, Xu Zhe suddenly felt that this girl's mental state might be more like that of a junior high school boy than his own.

He had to explain: "Because there are basically two criteria for junior high school boys to judge the opposite sex, one is appearance, and the other is grades. Song Xingye's scores in these two items are too high, which leads to a low score for himself. Many boys dare not go to her for fear of humiliating themselves."

"Then why do you...oh yes, you rate yourself very highly, right? You have good grades and are handsome?"

"I don't think I'm handsome, and good grades are just one aspect. But I don't rate myself like other people do. It's a difference in mentality."

Tang Lingfei frowned slightly: "Your mentality is different from others?"

Xu Zhe smiled and said nothing.

If I really want to say what I mean, it would be, 'You are all little brats, why should I be nervous?' But there is no need to say it out loud.

He just said casually: "When you go to the bookstore on the weekend, you can chat more with Song Xingye. Since you also know that she has no friends in school, wouldn't it be good to have one more friend like you?"

Tang Lingfei: "Why are you so concerned about whether she has friends?"

Xu Zhe: "It's simple, because I have a kind heart."

Tang Lingfei: "Tsk..."

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When Xu Zhe returned home, his father had not returned yet.Mother is busy in the kitchen.

He took the initiative and entered the kitchen: "How can I help you?"

Zeng Jing, the mother, stopped holding the kitchen knife in her hand and turned to look at her son with a look of relief on her face: "He has really grown up."

Xu Zhe: "It's okay..."

The reason why he took the initiative to get into the kitchen was that on the one hand, he felt that his mother was not as good at cooking as he was, and on the other hand, there was nothing else to do.

It's best to wait until after dinner when your parents are glued to the sofa and watch TV.It's very unsafe now. If my father comes back suddenly and I look into his bedroom and catch some clues, it won't be good.

But Zeng Jing said: "Later, come with me first. I have something to tell you."

So, Xu Zhe followed his mother to the master bedroom that belonged to his parents, and then watched her take out an electronic product from the drawer of the bedside table.

PSP, Sony's handheld game console.

Zeng Jing handed it into her son's hands and said solemnly: "I have discussed it with your father. You should be encouraged if your grades are so good this time. But as the old saying goes, it cannot affect your studies. If you take it to school, you can't play it while doing homework, let alone sleeping, do you understand?"

Xu Zhe also replied seriously: "Just put this in the living room. When I want to play, I can play under your noses."

Zeng Jing became increasingly pleased.This son is too sensible!
Xu Zhe secretly slandered - playing with a PSP is a small thing, but if this attracts unnecessary supervision and accidentally exposes the laptop, that will be a big problem.

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"It's the weekend in two days. Let's go to the bookstore..." During the noisy break, Song Xingye suddenly asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Xu Zhe: "Didn't we agree a long time ago? It's no problem."

Song Xingye: "Do you usually like reading?"

"Well, I read all kinds of books." But what Xu Zhe thought of at this time were basically e-books.After the car accident in his previous life, he never left home unless necessary. In addition, the Internet became more and more developed, and all books, whether genuine or pirated, could be read online.

"Don't tell anyone, look!"

Song Xingye lowered his voice and took out a copy of "Bubble Summer" from under the desk.

Xu Zhe: "..."

Song Xingye: "Why don't you speak?"

Xu Zhe: "I'm just a little surprised. I thought you would like Notre Dame de Paris, Dream of Red Mansions, etc."

Song Xingye: "I won't be that thorough. And you are also a good student. Have you read those famous books I just mentioned?"

Xu Zhe: "I have read it. As I said, I have read quite a few books."

Song Xingye patted the youth literature in his hand again: "What about this one?"

Xu Zhe: "This is true."

Song Xingye: "Do you only read classics?"

Xu Zhe: "No, I also read online novels, but girl's videos... are written for girls. I really haven't read them."

Song Xingye couldn't help but ask: "What kind of book is it written for boys?"

Xu Zhe thought for a while.Considering this day and age, most of the online novels he would later become most fond of had not yet been born.And some existing online articles, due to their size, seem not suitable to be picked up and talked about with little girls.

After thinking for a while, he thought of several book titles that he had read and must have been published by now.

"The ghost blows out the lamp, infinite terror..."

Song Xingye shrank and became slightly nervous: "Do you like horror novels?"

Xu Zhe: "These two are actually not very scary, and they are not ghost stories. And there is also the first chaos in history. I also like to watch this kind of comedy."

Song Xingye: "I've heard of Ghost Blowing Lamp, but I've never heard of the other two."

Xu Zhe: "But there are a lot of people I like online. If you are interested in the future, I can look for you. Now, the time between classes is so short, why don't you hurry up if you want to read?"

Song Xingye opened the book "Bubble Summer", hesitated for two seconds, and then asked: "Do you want to read it with me?"

Xu Zhe shook his head: "I read too fast, so I can't read it with you."

Song Xingye still couldn't believe it: "I think even if I read a lot, I have read the four major classics, and there are many foreign classics... but you seem to have read more books than me. You study It’s so good, where did you get so much time?”

Xu Zhe: "Time is like a sponge. If you squeeze it, you can squeeze it out."

Song Xingye shook his head and said nothing more, lowering his head to read.

Xu Zhe picked up paper and pen and got busy.A new outsourcing job has been accepted, and the price is low and the work is plentiful, so I have no choice.In order to make full use of the still limited computer time, he still has to sort out his code ideas in advance and outline a lot of logic on paper.

The girl next to him, while reading, quietly turned her head to look at him.

After a brief glance, she lowered her head and continued reading.

Most of the rest of the classroom was noisy, especially in the back row of the classroom, where a circle of people gathered around Gao Xuefei, who would burst into bursts of "hahahaha" laughter while chatting.

The decibels of the others were not as loud as those of the boys, but the chatter in twos and threes, with boys and girls mixed together, was so noisy that it was difficult to calm down.

However, Xu Zhe and Song Xingye in the front row seemed to be in a soundproof space, concentrating on reading, writing and drawing.

Song Xingye didn't say a word until the school bell rang again.But in this same silence as before, she felt something different from before.laid back?easy?Peace of mind?She couldn't tell herself.

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(End of this chapter)