Chapter 478

Lu Zhengkang cried in shame and anger: "let go, let go!"

Su Xiang leans back from his body, so Lu Zhengkang is also pulled from the seat by the ear.

Poor day, why did Su Xiangli also sit in the last row No, Lu Zhengkang complains that his mind is always distracted. It's better not to look at other girls It's not right. Su Xiangli, why should I look at others?!

Lu Zhengkang turned his head and glared at her, but her mouth was smiling, her eyes were contemptuous and joking. A teenager girl could show such subtle expression. Lu Zhengkang only felt that she was really like a miracle, so he was angry, but his voice was weak, "what are you doing? No fighting after class."

Su Xiangli takes back his hand without interest, turns his head and looks down, looks at the text in his hand, and no longer pays attention to Lu Zhengkang.

“……” Lu Zhengkang rubbed his hands, and suddenly found that this action was very obscene, so he stood at Su Xiangli's desk with his hands akimbo. In the afternoon with plenty of light, his shadow was faintly projected on her desk, just blocking the articles in the textbook. Lu Zhengkang looked down and saw that it was a Chinese book, and Su Xiangli was also reading ancient poetry, just like Bai Fengji.

On the open pages of the book, Su Xiangli's slender fingers on the paper. Her nails are clear and light autumn color. The lustrous cuticle surface reflects sunlight, like a frost on her fingertips. The poem she refers to is "hairpin Phoenix red crisp hand", which makes Lu Zhengkang feel cold.

Su Xiangli carelessly turned the page with his right hand, while his left fingertip swam comfortably, passing articles, ancient poems and excerpts of famous works. Some of them were familiar to Lu Zhengkang, and some were unfamiliar to him. It seemed that Lu Xun's articles were seen in a glance

When Lu Zhengkang saw Su Xiangli's indifference, he suddenly felt funny. He slowly tipped himself over and knocked his head on the book, which made Su Xiangli unable to turn the page. He thought that when she could not help pulling her ear, he would turn his head and bite her. Even if she called her mad dog, it didn't matter. Today, I, Lu Zhengkang, want to prove that I am a revengeful person My gentleman!

"You go away." She said this. She poked his face with her fingers. Her soft nails pierced the ivory skin of Lu Zhengkang with shallow pits. The different touch was different from her own face. She quickly leaned close to Lu Zhengkang's ear and said, "thick skin!"

Lu Zhengkang felt something close to him, so he turned his face as planned.

The tip of his nose across the air, spitting the heat of breathing, slowly, slowly, washed in Su Xiangli's chin, lip, she felt the gentle spread of numbness, until his rude nose hit her nose.

Cheeky! So she scolded again, covering her nose.

Lu Zhengkang retreated two or three steps, bent his knee and bumped into his chair. He sat down, lost, and raised his hand to gently touch his lips.

It's my, my delusion? But that kind of feeling, in a few milliseconds, the thin and wrinkled cortex rubbed each other, the current of nerve signal tore his muscles and bones, pierced his soul and flesh, but it was fleeting, so fleeting was shorter than all the time units he knew.

In a flash? Life and death?

A microsecond? One nanosecond?

Why do you think of this.

The shortest time unit in the universe is Planck time, ten minus forty-three seconds. The world is a movie, and the interval of each frame is ten minus forty-three seconds. Lu Zhengkang feels that he touched her in the last frame What happened in such a short time?

Su Xiangli points him with his fingers, which is threatening. At this time, the bell rings, the teacher comes in, and the students stand up and bow to say hello.

When Lu Zhengkang bows, he looks at her and she looks at him too. Her nose is a little red. Was she hurt? Lu Zhengkang begged for mercy.

The teacher on the stage said hello, everyone stood up and sat down. This is a math class. The teacher is a thin old lady. She has a weak voice. She will assign homework as soon as she comes. Homework after class includes exercises and preview of the text. Listening to her talk, she will understate it. But the amount of homework is really not small.

Everyone's first impression of her is that it's hard to deal with her. The old lady looks smart. It's hard to fool her.

The head teacher has a saying that after class time is used to do homework, which is the tradition of Ninghu, so the teachers are very considerate, they have to assign homework before class.

Homework is often closely followed by the content of the class. Today, I said that I would write the algebra unit. If I give extra play to the class and talk more about geometry, I will add geometry homework. If the progress is not good and algebra is not finished, I will procrastinate.

In the early morning, I have to sit in the classroom before seven o'clock. Except for lunch time and toilet ventilation, I have to squat on my seat for ten hours. This is the first day of junior high school. There is evening self-study on the second day of junior high school. I don't finish school until nine o'clock in the evening. That is nearly twelve hours.

Nowadays, the national standard working time is six hours a day.

Are students not human?

Lu Zhengkang scratched his head, which was much worse than I was then.

The math teacher said something very advanced when he was in class. Calculus was the first class at the beginning of school.The level of teachers is high, but the level of students is also very high. Many people have learned these contents on the Internet for a long time.

When Lu Zhengkang looked around, everyone was very serious. But at a glance, he knew that quite a few of them were disguised. Some of them looked around and whispered. They really didn't learn much. Zhou Ping was one, and the tanned No. 10 was one.

The math teacher wrote a question on the blackboard, saying that he wanted to find someone to answer it. He turned around and looked around the classroom. Everyone quickly bowed their heads, or pretended to be attentive to the blackboard. All of them were classroom cliches, which exposed Lu Zhengkang who was distracted. Sure enough, he was called to the blackboard.

"I know you, Lu Zhengkang, right?"

Xiaolu nodded obediently. He stood on the stage and looked down. He could have a panoramic view of the empty classroom. Now the desk cabinet has a large capacity. No matter how many textbooks there are, it can also be packed, and it can automatically classify, so as to avoid the trouble of retrieval. It is not allowed to build stacks of books on the desktop. In this way, there is no shelter, and it can expose everyone's small movements.

What is Su Xiangli doing now? She held up her textbook and covered her face. Lu Zhengkang only glanced back in disappointment.

When the math teacher spoke to him, he said with a pleasant face, "you are the first in the junior high school in the whole province. We have long heard that Lu Zhengkang is smart, but I think you have been looking around. You can't be serious in class. Now you write down the blackboard to let me see how much you have learned."

Lu Zhengkang carelessly reported the answer directly, confident and generous, mathematics teacher stunned, asked: "process?"

"Does such a simple question need a process?"

"Without talking about the process, how can the teacher know if you have used calculus?"

Lu Zhengkang lowered his head. Is this scene yesterday?

He took the electronic pen and wrote the derivation process on the blackboard, crisp and clear.

Mathematics teacher's face can not hide satisfied look, "you come to the office after class, I take a test paper to test your current level."

"Good teacher."

Lu Zhengkang stepped down from the stage and walked in the corridor. His classmates looked at him secretly. These eyes were like the existence of something, even the difference between hot and cold, soft and hard. Lu Zhengkang felt a soft look and looked sideways. Su Xiangli raised his textbook again.