a parallel universe
"Deer!"
Early in the morning, Lin Xiaolu, a young sand sculpture boy who was about to go to school with his schoolbag and fried dough sticks on his back, was suddenly stopped by someone.
He subconsciously turned around and saw an aunt riding a battery-powered bicycle behind him, with a blind boy sitting in the back seat of the battery-powered bicycle.
"Jin Yi, have you transferred to a school for the blind in Jiangzhou?" Lin Xiaolu, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was surprised and said hello to the mother of the blind boy:
"Hello, Aunt Wang."
"Hello, Xiaolu-san."
On the electric car, a blind boy named Jin Yi seemed very happy. He smiled at Lin Xiaolu while munching on the cake.
"Xiaolu, today is my first day of reporting. From now on, we can go to and from school together. Oh, by the way, you told me yesterday that you wanted to confess your love to the monitor of your class. Have you written your love letter?"
"Haha, of course I've written it." When it came to the love letter, the fourteen-year-old boy who had just begun to fall in love immediately became interested, patted his chest and said excitedly:
"Jiang Ning will definitely agree to be my girlfriend after receiving the love letter I wrote. After all, I am very good at playing in the league. I am afraid of supporting the Sword Master Show."
"Wow~ I really envy you. I also want to find a girlfriend."
Two teenagers from the same community chatted happily. In the end, Jin Yi's mother had to remind them that they were going to be late for school, so they reluctantly said goodbye and went to their own schools.
In fact, Lin Xiaolu started quite early, but when he arrived at school, there were already many classmates in the class who were reading early, and the sound of memorizing English words could be heard from a distance.
After entering the noisy classroom and sitting down at his desk, Lin Xiaolu took an English book from his schoolbag and peeked at the figure of monitor Jiang Ning, planning when to send the love letter to him.
While he was thinking about it, his arm suddenly hurt.
"Hey~ Guan Shiliu, is there something wrong with you? It hurts when you poke someone with a ballpoint pen, okay?"
"Hmph, your arm has crossed the line, go over there."
The deskmate in a floral skirt held a ballpoint pen and looked fierce.
When Lin Xiaolu saw this, he gave her the middle finger angrily, and then asked:
"Last time you said that your sister and your brother were also going to transfer to our class? Why didn't you see them?"
"They won't come until next week." After that, the girl named Guan Shiliu asked:
"There is a new student transferred to Class Four. It is said that he is a monk. Have you met him?"
"Monk? Shouldn't monks study in temples? Why did they come to our school?" Lin Xiaolu looked surprised.
He rarely saw monks, so he found it a bit novel.
Facing Lin Xiaolu's question, Guan Shiliu was about to speak when Cheng Nianyun, who was endorsing something in the front row, suddenly turned around.
"I heard about that monk. It was his master who asked him to practice spiritual practice and come to an ordinary school. His master seems to be the abbot of a well-known temple in Hanqing's hometown."
"Oh, that's it." Lin Xiaolu glanced at the boy in the next group sitting with Dongfang Ming, blinking his eyes cross-eyed and looking stupid, and nodded.
Before the morning reading was over, Lin Xiaolu memorized two English words at random, and then started to do nothing.
"Huadie, are there any physical education classes this morning?"
"What are you thinking about? Where's the physical education class on Monday morning?" Guan Shiliu choked him, arching her white nose and humming:
"I looked at the course schedule. The first period is Lao Li's class, then Teacher Luo's Chinese class, Teacher Ye's math class, and Teacher Lu's physics class."
"Damn it, it's so miserable? Then won't I have to die in the morning?"
Lin Xiaolu was stunned when he heard this, his young face was full of tragedy, and while he was helpless, a tall, handsome middle-aged man suddenly passed by outside the classroom window.
"Lao Li is coming in, hurry up, hurry up, endorse!"
"Damn it, I haven't finished copying my homework yet!"
"Haha, I've finished copying, who can beat me!"
"Xiao Ma, you are awesome, we really don't have your strength."
"Pfft, Tan Songlei, you are really good at attacking people."
For a moment, there was a lot of noise in the class, but Lin Xiaolu looked calm.
He finished copying his homework yesterday, and his deskmate Guan Pomegranate was copied.
Soon, the head teacher, Lao Li, entered the classroom, and the noisy voices suddenly quieted down. Lin Xiaolu, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, immediately put his head in the textbook and concentrated on drawing small pictures on the desk full of graffiti. people.
The little man dragged an old machete and ran majestically in the sunset, swinging the sword across the horse and looking high-spirited.
(Complete book)
