genius creator

chapter 1

July is the hottest day in summer.

The scorching air waves will make people extremely irritated anywhere, and today's Rongcheng High School is even more so.

Class One and Three of Senior High School is the class with the best grades and order in the whole grade, but in the self-study class in the afternoon, it seems extremely restless.

"Ling Feng's competition has just started. I'm so excited." In the front row, a fat girl with glasses said excitedly, and an even fatter girl sitting next to her shouted with an even more exaggerated expression: "Every time I am very excited to see Ling Feng playing football, I am so handsome, I love you Ling Feng."

In addition to this, other people in the class were also whispering, and they seemed to be talking about the name Ling Feng in their mouths.

Ling Feng, a star in the first and third classes of high school, was the main player of the school football team in middle school. He has participated in various competitions and has rich experience. Position, Ling Feng is handsome and good at playing football, he became the star of Rongcheng High School for a time.

The class is chaotic, like a vegetable market.

But in the back corner, an ordinary-looking classmate looked at the clock on the wall quietly without saying a word.

"Yang Luo, are you going to watch Ling Feng's game later?" asked a boy wearing glasses and a watermelon taro hairstyle.

Yang Luo shook his head and said, "No, I have to go back and take care of my mother, so you can go."

The boy with the watermelon taro hairstyle nodded and returned to his seat. Obviously, he was a little unhappy that Yang Luo didn't go.

A boy sitting in front of Yang Luo turned his head, raised his eyebrows and said unhappily: "Why, you don't go to Ling Feng's competition, are you still a freshman?"

The classmate in front is called Yu Tao, and to put it bluntly, he is Ling Feng's little follower. He usually has a good relationship with Ling Feng, and he is also showing off in the class, specializing in soft persimmons.

Yang Luo raised his head, looked at the classmate in front of him, and said in a flat tone: "My mother has been ill recently, and she really can't go. Let me explain to Ling Feng when the time comes."

"Your mother is sick again? Why is she sick all day long? Are you tired from working too much at night?" Yu Tao spoke loudly on purpose, for fear that others would not hear him, but the other boys in the class naturally understood what it meant after listening. They laughed out loud one by one.

Seeing Yu Tao making fun of his mother, Yang Luo's face was a bit serious.

"Yu Tao, don't make things difficult for him. In addition to taking care of his mother after school, Yang Luo also has to pick up trash at night. It's not easy, don't you think so?" thing.

Yu Tao was taken aback, and immediately shouted: "Oh, why did I forget about this, doesn't Yang Luo have a nickname, what's his name?"

"Little Trash Prince" added in the same place.

"That's right, the little trash prince." Yu Tao pretended to remember just now.

After listening to it, several boys around joined in, their faces were full of ridicule and sarcasm.

At this time, suddenly a person stood up and shouted: "Yu Tao, don't go too far."

As soon as the voice came out, the class suddenly became silent. Yu Tao turned his head and looked at the student who stood up, with a look of disdain on his face: "Zhang Xiaodan, your skin is so itchy, don't you, give me a seat!" Next, otherwise I will make you look good."

Zhang Xiaodan is Yang Luo's deskmate, that is, the one with the watermelon taro hairstyle. His original name was Zhang Xiao, but he was timid and cowardly, so he was nicknamed Zhang Xiaodan. Knowing where his courage came from at this time, he stood up and dared to accuse Yu Tao.

Zhang Xiaodan didn't sit down for a long time, when Yu Tao stood up.

Yu Tao is half a head taller than Zhang Xiaodan, and his body is also very strong. Standing together, you can tell who is better and who is worse.

Seeing Yu Tao standing up, Zhang Xiaodan's legs trembled in fright, and when he was hesitating whether to sit or not, someone pulled his wrist forcefully.

Yang Luo lowered his head and tugged on Zhang Xiaodan's wrist, with the obvious intention of telling him to sit down.

Zhang Xiaodan glanced at it and sat down slowly. To be honest, he was very scared.

"Haha, it's right to call you Zhang Xiaodan, and Yang Luo, people treat you as a buddy, but you dare not even give a fart, I really despise you." After Yu Tao finished speaking, he sat down proudly.

"By the way, since you're not going, just help me clean up. It's a contribution to the class." Yu Tao turned around and said.

Yang Luo raised his head and looked at the other party, but did not speak for a long time, "Why, if you are not convinced or disagree, tell me something." Yu Tao said aggressively.

"Got it." Yang Luo said.

"Bell~" With the sound of the dismissal bell, all Class One and Class Three rushed out, only Yang Luo and Zhang Xiaodan were left in the class.

"Yang Luo, I'm sorry, I was really scared just now." Zhang Xiaodan said with his head down.

Yang Luo patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "It's very good that you can stand up and speak for me. I should thank you. Go, I'm fine."

Listening to Yang Luo's words, Zhang Xiaodan stood up slowly, looked at the confetti everywhere on the floor of the class, and asked, "How about I stay and help you?"

Yang Luo shook his head, and said: "I can't help this job, you go, everyone in the class has gone."

Zhang Xiaodan nodded, and quickly ran out of the class.

Looking at Xiao Dan's back, Yang Luo showed a gratified smile. Xiao Dan and Yang Luo are young, and they are together in elementary school, junior high school, and high school, so they have a very good relationship. However, Xiao Dan's character is indeed a bit cowardly , Yang Luo didn't want to embarrass him either.

For the work in the class, Yang Luo is also familiar with the road, and he finished it cleanly and neatly in a short while, but he was already out of breath. Looking at his watch, Yang Luo hurriedly picked up his schoolbag and ran out of the classroom.

As soon as I left the classroom, a heat wave hit, and my ears were full of noisy voices.

"Wow~ Ling Feng is so handsome, look how chic he is when he runs."

"You're so handsome, Ling Feng, I love you."

In the stands, everyone was talking about Ling Feng’s name, but on the court, the boy in the No. 10 jersey and the handsome cap was dribbling the ball, breaking into the penalty area, and shot his foot coldly. Fly out with the net.

Everyone is sorry.

Seeing Ling Feng's strong and powerful body, Yang Luo was a little dazed. He didn't know when he could have Ling Feng's physical quality, that would be great.

Yang Luo's home is very simple, a bungalow in the early 80s. Yang Luo pushed the door and walked in, but as soon as he entered, he heard a violent cough.

Yang Luo was taken aback, put down his schoolbag and ran directly into the bedroom.

There was a large bed in the bedroom, and a woman was lying on the bed. The woman's face was pale, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she was coughing violently. It could be seen that she was in pain.

"Mom, I'm sorry I'm late." Yang Luo hurried over.

Seeing her son come back, Zhang Guilan smiled, gently held Yang Luo's hand and said, "Just come back, there is food in the pot, you go and eat."

Yang Luo frowned, and hurriedly said: "Didn't it be agreed that I would come back and do it, just lie down and do it."

Perhaps the children of poor families have been in charge of the family early. Yang Luo has been obedient, filial and very sensible since he was a child. As a mother, Zhang Guilan also blamed himself deeply, not to mention that he is still a 16-year-old child.

Zhang Guilan nodded and smiled, and said, "I'm afraid you will be tired because you have to cook medicine and cook again when you come back."

Yang Luo shook his head, his eyes were moist, and said: "Your son is not afraid of being tired, just wait, I will make medicine for you."

After speaking, Yang Luo walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Guilan suffers from a serious family history of genetic diseases. Colds and fevers are commonplace, and she has been using traditional Chinese medicine to take care of her body.

Yang Luo was also influenced by his mother, and his physique was poor since he was a child, so he has never been exposed to any sports activities since he was a child.

"Mom, drink up the medicine." Yang Luo walked to the bed with the medicine in hand.

Zhang Guilan picked up the bowl and drank it straight away. Seeing her mother's haggard look, Yang Luo couldn't help but said, "Mom, the family is running out of money. If it's really impossible, I can tell grandpa?"

"No." Zhang Guilan's face immediately became serious, and his eyes were full of anger.

Seeing his mother's angry eyes, Yang Luo immediately closed his mouth, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, I won't mention it in the future."

Seeing her son blaming herself, Zhang Guilan quickly returned to her original kind face, and said, "Don't worry, Mom is in good health, and she will be fine in a few days, so she doesn't need to take medicine."

Yang Luo knew that her mother was comforting herself. It was impossible for her to recover so quickly because of her health. Because of her health, her mother lost her job very early. In the past few years, she relied on her previous savings and Yang Luo went out to pick up garbage. for a living.

However, Zhang Guilan didn't know about Yang Luo picking up trash outside.

Yang Luo would not let her mother know that the money she got every time was just an excuse to earn money by working part-time.

Watching his mother fall asleep, Yang Luo ate a few mouthfuls of food, and went out to work as usual.

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(End of this chapter)