I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 20 Iris
Everyone's stereotype of Su Chengyi is probably that of a selfish, unkind, lonely and indifferent academic master.

And at first glance, he looks down on bad students and won't talk to bad students, the kind of feather-loving person.

People on the forum once posted a post about building a high-rise building. The post was titled: "If you were UKW" and it is still being updated.

The question on the first floor is:
——When someone comes to you for advice and study, what would you say?

The most liked comments are:

"Who are you? I don't want to borrow it."

"Huh? You don't know how to do this?"

"Quit school, it can't be saved."

Wait for a series of hurtful words.

So Xu Yang became the first person to discuss learning issues with him, and Su Chengyi still found it a bit strange.

However, in fact, no matter who comes to Su Chengyi, he will help without hesitation.

His study methods and notes are not confidential documents. As long as someone comes to borrow them, he will probably not refuse them.

Furthermore, Xu Yang is too noisy. If he doesn't agree, he might have to pester him for who knows how long.

He still has to rush back to memorize ancient poems...

Returning to his seat, Su Chengyi looked at the ancient poetry collection that he had only reviewed one-fifth of the way, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

At the end of the morning, he realized a problem.

Ten years later, my English and math skills have improved a lot, but my memory has obviously declined.

Fortunately, I studied science.

If you majored in liberal arts, you would be very busy now.

When choosing liberal arts and science subjects, Su Chengyi actually struggled briefly.

He didn't say that he was partial to subjects, and there was not much difference in his scores in arts and sciences.

But he was interested in history.

No matter how magnificent a person's life is, it is just an understatement in the history books.

So every time Su Chengyi travels to other cities, his first stop must be the museum.

Eighty thousand miles in length and breadth, up and down for 5000 years.

Ceramics, jade, bronze, those cultural relics that have been washed for a long time, the shock you feel when standing in front of them is incomparable.

Thousands of years later, modern man Su Chengyi has questions about life, and cultural relics from thousands of years ago seem to be able to give silent answers.

However, no matter how interested you are, you must also pay attention to practical issues.

The advantage of science is employment, and Su Zelang strongly urged him to study science, and most school teachers also suggested that he study science.

Fortunately, physics is also a subject that interests him.

So he didn't hesitate for long, and he chose science as expected.

Now he is somewhat grateful for the decision he made.

Putting back his wandering thoughts, Su Chengyi took one last look out the window and returned his attention to the book.

"The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty."

"Businessmen pay more attention to profit than parting. The month before last, I went to Fuliang to buy tea."

"There is a fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is."

From "The Road to Shu is Difficult", "Pipa Xing" to "Xiaoyaoyou", Su Chengyi memorized it all the way, which can only be described as dizzy.

Now I know why teachers need to review previous texts from time to time. Ancient poetry really depends on accumulation over time.

It's a very wrong way to do it quickly like he did.

Just like you shouldn't overfeed a goldfish, Su Chengyi now feels like the goldfish that is about to die from unscientific feeding.

"Just finish the exam tomorrow morning..."

In his confusion, he brainwashed himself.

"Su Chengyi."

Someone called him at the door. Su Chengyi raised his head blankly. It was Li Lu.

"The scholarship has been approved. Take this to the Academic Affairs Office to get it."

Li Lu seemed to have other things to do, so she handed him a piece of paper and hurried away.

Su Chengyi took the piece of paper and walked to the Academic Affairs Office in a daze.

When he arrived at the door, he still had the unfinished sentences in his mind.

He vaguely heard someone talking inside. Out of politeness, Su Chengyi stopped and waited outside.

"One of Qing Ping's tunes is Tang Dynasty and Li Bai."

He lowered his head and continued to memorize silently.A woman said softly: "Okay, I'm really sorry to trouble you. Jinzhi, please say thank you, Teacher Lei."

Her tone was a bit stiff and sounded like a foreigner's broken Chinese.

"Thank you, Teacher Lei."

Another gentle and magnetic voice sounded, with a hint of laziness in his voice.

The tone was so distinctive that Su Chengyi couldn't help but raise his head and take a look.

"Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

Although his attention was drawn away, his mind was still minding its own business.

Standing in the Academic Affairs Office was a woman in her thirties with heavy makeup.

Next to her was a girl with long wavy hair. She was not yet fully in spring, but she was wearing a plaid pleated skirt. She was facing the door sideways, and her face could not be seen clearly.

Although she could only see her back, Su Chengyi had an inexplicable feeling that this was a very beautiful girl.

At this time, a breeze blew by, blowing her long hair slightly.

The girl reached out and gently moved her hair behind her ears, then turned around.

"If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

The ancients never lied to me.

The moment they looked at each other, Su Chengyi couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The girl has lost her youthfulness as a high school girl, and her facial features are as delicate as if she had stepped out of a painting.

But soon Su Chengyi felt that she looked familiar.

It's not the "I've seen this sister before" approach, but really where I've seen her.

It's not that I've seen a real person, but I've seen this face on a certain poster, a certain LED screen, a certain advertisement...

The girl opposite suddenly smiled softly, her eyes flashing, like the spring breeze melting the ice and snow, and she was so bright and beautiful.

Su Chengyi suddenly realized that he had been staring at the person for a long time without realizing it, and then he hurriedly looked away.

Iris.

The name suddenly came to mind.

Yes, can't be wrong.

She is the Iris who debuted in the C position of an overseas girl group a few years later and became popular all over the world.

Even though I never pay attention to the entertainment industry, I still know how terrifying her popularity is.

Why is she appearing in No. [-] now?
Su Chengyi suddenly became confused. Is it because of the butterfly effect caused by his rebirth?

When they were confused, the two people in the Academic Affairs Office had already finished their work and walked out together.

As they passed each other, the girl suddenly turned around and politely extended her hand to him in the scent of rose perfume.

"Hello, classmate, my name is Chen Jinzhi. I have just completed the admission procedures. We will be in the same school from now on. Please take good care of me."

Su Chengyi was stunned for a moment, but did not reach out to hold it back.

But the other party took the initiative to step forward again, grabbed his hand and shook it up and down.

The fingertips were a little cold, making his palms itch slightly.

Seeing that she didn't follow, the middle-aged woman turned around and looked at the two of them, frowning as if she was dissatisfied and said:

"Crackling."

Chen Jinzhi: "Jili Guala Smita."

Su Chengyi: "???"

These two people... didn't speak a dialect, but seemed to be Korean.

Chen Jinzhi let go of Su Chengyi's hand, smiled politely at him, and left side by side with the middle-aged woman.

Su Chengyi stood there for a while before remembering that he still had something to do.

The scholarship for No. 1000 Middle School is not much, [-] yuan.

But it is sent out very frequently, basically every time there is a big exam.

Su Chengyi casually put a wad of bills into his pocket, still thinking about what just happened.

When I saw a big star in the school that attracted much attention, and the other person took the initiative to say hello to me, it really felt like an interdimensional absurdity.

And shook hands.

Su Chengyi lowered his head and looked at his left hand.

After a few more years, it will be even harder to hold Iris's hand than to reach the sky.

(End of this chapter)