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Chapter 12 Windmill Operation Xu Yingze

The speech was quickly finished. Mu Zhengguang folded the manuscript paper three times, put it in his pocket, and returned to the class line.

Lu Hao excitedly told Mu Zhengguang about his new discovery: "You added that thank you."

"Yes. Of course we should thank those who deserve our thanks."

The next class to come on stage was Xu Yingze from Class 20 () of Senior .

She was wearing a blue school uniform jacket that didn't fit her at all. Her eyes were as warm and bright as the sun. Her bangs were over her eyebrows, vaguely close to her eyes. Her long hair covered her ears like a waterfall, and fell from both sides to her shoulders. She had a lazy figure and a beautiful face, and her snow-white skin seemed to have light.

Lu Hao suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. My sister-in-law also made it to the semi-finals."

There is a trend among classmates to pair up with each other and spread rumors. If you see a boy taking a girl's car home today, or a boy and a girl standing together tomorrow, it won't take long for such news to spread within a certain range.

These messages may reach the teachers, but usually the teachers do not care about them. Pinglin Senior High School explicitly prohibits such things, but only a very small number of people have read the school rules and regulations, let alone enforce them. Most teachers have not read the school rules carefully and completely, and they do not have the leisure to increase their workload, so many violations of school rules often occur but no one cares. This trend has become more and more serious after the advent of "darkness" and has become a new "school rule."

Mu Zhengguang responded expressionlessly: "It seems a bit early to call you that."

Lu Hao changed the subject: "She made it to the semi-finals. She is a heroine. Is the school uniform she is wearing yours?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it correctly."

Mu Zhengguang had not expected that Ying would wear his clothes to give a speech on stage. In his impression, she was very bold, but it was too "arrogant" to wear a boy's uniform in front of all the students in the school. Wouldn't it attract criticism?
As expected, Mu Zhengguang heard questioning voices from the crowd.

"Is this a boy or a girl?"

"From the voice, it's definitely a girl. From the hairstyle, it's definitely a girl. But why is she wearing a boy's school uniform?"

"It could be a boy. His hair isn't particularly long. But it's definitely a girl's voice."

"It's obviously a girl, look at her face, look at her face."

Mu Zhengguang felt his face getting hot when he heard these words: I'm not angry, but some of the words are too inappropriate. Are you all joking? I don't think so! It's very harsh to make fun of someone's gender! Every time something happens, there will always be heartless people who recklessly express their "brilliant opinions"! The world is so big that there are all kinds of things. You are referring to you, right?

He covered his left eye with his left hand, an action that showed that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Lu Hao wanted to tell him not to take it seriously, but seeing that he was "calm" and there were so many people around, it would seem that he was guilty if he tried to persuade him rashly, so he kept silent.

The discussion in the crowd gradually fermented, and someone said, "He even changed his clothes, he must not be a good person."

Mu Zhengguang put down his left hand and carefully traced the source of the sound.

The man added: "She looks pure, but she is just pretending to be pure."

Mu Zhengguang glanced at the man and cleared his voice.

Cai Qingyuan tried many times but failed to make a sound, and his emotions became more and more intense.

Others couldn't hear Cai Qingyuan's voice, and Mu Zhengguang couldn't hear it either. But the existence of high-decibel voices and low-decibel voices was different. When he found that the other party's voice was always at a very high volume, he returned the sound.

As a result, people from several classes heard Cai Qingyuan's wailing, and hundreds of eyes were cast towards the source of the sound. Cai Qingyuan felt ashamed and wanted to find a hole to hide in. He thought quickly and pretended to be unwell and left the playground.

The discussion was interrupted by the screams, and a new focus emerged in the crowd. The topic of discussion changed.

Mu Zhengguang looked at the person on the stage and gave her a "yeah" gesture. Xu Ying understood and nodded slightly. She skipped part of her speech and finished it faster.

As the next player came on the field, the chatter gradually died down and the matter came to an end. More than an hour later, the commendation meeting came to an end amid cheers. The six consecutive wins and 35 extra points were far from the end of the celebration.

The crowd left the venue in disorder. Xu Ying took advantage of the chaos to walk behind Mu Zhengguang and tapped his left shoulder with a pen in her right hand: "Mr. Guang, you are injured." Mu Zhengguang did not look back, but slowed down his pace so that she could catch up: "It's just a minor injury. It's not a big deal. It won't affect the next game."

Lu Hao saw Xu Ying coming and thought that he should not disturb their time alone, so he said, "You guys chat, I'm leaving first," and left quickly.

Xu Ying put the pen back into her pocket, tucked her arm in, and brushed his arm with her extra sleeve. Seeing that Guang's hand was steady, she said with relief, "I think it won't be a problem."

The wound was brushed by the long sleeves, and it was a little itchy, but not painful at all. This insignificant injury has caused you so much trouble. Mu Zhengguang felt guilty, but it was fleeting, and then he asked with concern: "Student Ying, is my school uniform comfortable to wear?"

Xu Ying stretched out her hand and rolled up her sleeves, and the length was just right. She used her hand as a ruler, and said while gesturing, "It's not easy to wear. But none of your clothes fit me very well, only the school uniform is a little better."

"Uh...why don't you say it's a body type inconsistency?"

"If they are the same, then we're in trouble. Wear more clothes during the competition to avoid getting hurt again. I know you're not afraid of the cold, but it's okay to wear a coat in winter. It won't affect your style."

Xu Ying was very considerate of him in her choice of words. She also had the shortcomings and flaws of the world, for example, she would add a few words of blame or disdain when giving advice. But there was an exception: because I was with you, I had no ill will towards you, and my kindness came naturally. In the world of kindness, I became impeccable.

Mu Zhengguang has heard a lot of such nagging. His family often advises him to wear more clothes, and he gets annoyed after hearing it too much. But it seems to be the first time that a classmate advises him to wear more clothes. He is touched and overjoyed. Mu Zhengguang agrees with her point of view from the bottom of his heart: "Yeah. Obviously I am a little older than you, but it seems..."

"Stop. You've praised me so many times that I'm a little embarrassed. The one who howled when I was speaking was yours, right?"

"He said something bad about you, so give him a little punishment."

The sunlight fell on Mu Zhengguang, and coupled with his proud expression, it seemed a bit like he was seeking credit or reward? Or, showing off? The kind of showing off that one should let everyone know about the good things he has done.

Now that things had come to this, Xu Ying had reason to offer help: "Great! To show my gratitude, I'll help you with your English homework for a week."

Both of them are science students, majoring in Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry and biology.

Xu Yingze's average English test score was about 120, while Mu Zhengguang's was only 105. He performed worst in the cloze test, with an error rate and a correct rate that were almost the same. Whenever the English teacher called on him to read out the answers, he would be "extremely terrified." For a long time, this trepidation had become a habit, and he couldn't explain why he was terrified, but it was like this every time, as if he was used to it.

Mu Zhengguang was worried that writing too much homework would affect Ying's state. Besides, there was no reward without merit. Making people wail was just a trivial task and was not worthy of her generous gift.

"Is it too much?"

Xu Ying had already calculated it and explained immediately: "English homework is at most five papers a week. No listening and no writing. Five hours is enough. It can save you some workload so that you can recover."

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

"You can also be respectful, I don't mind."

"Forget it, I'll just obey you! Thanks."

"You're welcome. A few test papers are nothing to worry about. I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The two parted at the school gate. This place was very prosperous. At a glance, it was full of eyewear stores, bookstores, milk tea shops, stationery stores, and restaurants.

Mu Zhengguang had a meal outside the school. After the meal, he went home.

His residence is a small one-bedroom apartment with an area of ​​about 30 square meters. It has a balcony, air conditioner, refrigerator, washing machine, toilet, and water heater. It is spacious enough for one person. The apartment is not far from the school. It takes only ten minutes to walk from home. Ying's family is closer to the school. Her family also rents a house with two bedrooms and a living room. It is clean and bright. The bathroom is very large and is behind the kitchen.

Five days later, the minor injury healed, leaving a dark gray mark. Mu Zhengguang didn't like the color difference, so he used the Existence Cleaner to restore it to its original state, intact. At this stage, the Existence Cleaner cannot accurately remove the injury, but it is not difficult to remove the scar.

(End of this chapter)