bookworm

Feng Feng's school day will come soon. Although his entrance score was the highest among all the transfer students of Bingdi at that time, but Bingdi is full of talents and has not attracted the attention of others at all. After observing for a few days, we found that this guy usually has no other activities except reading, and he is not very talkative, so we immediately judged him as a nerd, and then ignored it.So his transfer did not arouse the interest of most students in the class.

But these things are not within the scope of Feng Feng's concern.According to his personality, it is almost impossible to have any special reaction to his surroundings, so after two or three days of school, he still doesn't know whether his deskmate is called Atobu or Hattori, let alone the head teacher. what's up.

At this moment, Feng Feng sat obediently in his seat, taking advantage of the break between classes, took out a few books from the desk and began to browse quickly.As far as he is concerned, nothing in this class can attract his attention. It is serious to hurry up and read the book, because there seems to be a test the day after tomorrow. As a top student, it is absolutely impossible for him to lag behind in this aspect .

Just as he was watching the sky crumble, the sea dry up and rocks crumble, a shadow enveloped him.

The person who came was Natsuki Honganji, the monitor of Class A of the second year. He came to Feng Feng, who was bowing his head and struggling to type a book, with a few pieces of paper in his hand, and pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He whispered, "Student Feng, I'm sorry."

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The person being disturbed is unresponsive.

Honganji thought that the other party didn't hear what he said, so he reached out and knocked on his table, and raised his voice slightly: "Student Feng, did you hear what I said?"

The tone is still very mild.

It's a pity that the person opposite still didn't look up, and didn't even make a sound.

Being so ignored for no reason, Honganji's face turned reddish, and he became a little embarrassed.Noticing the situation here, several people have already looked over here, and several girls covered their mouths and snickered.

As the protagonist, Feng Feng is completely unaware of this, and is still immersed in his own world, indifferent to outside interference, which is also his habit of reading.

"That..." Honganji had no choice but to raise his voice a little more, it was the first time he had encountered such an aggrieved occasion.

Atobe, who was at the same table, didn't bother to watch this kind of excitement, but when he noticed that the surrounding environment was getting noisier and more and more people were watching, he, who always thought he was the ice emperor, finally stepped out.

"Snapped!"

With the familiar sound of snapping fingers, the crowd who were waiting to watch the excitement immediately fell silent, and turned their heads to look over, not knowing what Master Atobe was going to do.

Atobe looked at his deskmate and gave a "tsk", and he was indeed a not-so-gorgeous and featureless nerd.

"Feng Feng." Although he only heard his self-introduction during the transfer ceremony, Master Atobe still remembered the name of his deskmate with his excellent memory.

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Atobe has always been the most dazzling existence of Ice Empress, no one can ignore him here, and no one dares to let him be frustrated.

But Feng Feng was not a child who could use conventional judgments.

Therefore, no matter how glittering golden lights blinded other people's dog eyes, Atobe didn't receive preferential treatment.

"Pfft!" Honganji knew that he shouldn't laugh on this occasion, but he still couldn't hold back, and even had a feeling of gloating: Well, it seems that those who are ignored don't know themselves~~~

Atobe's complexion did not change much, which did not conform to his aesthetics.

But this transfer student's card is too big, Honganji thought secretly.

And at this time, Feng, who was finally satisfied with solving the complex math problem, finally walked out of the sea of ​​problems, and was taken aback by the crowd in front of him: "Huh?" What's wrong?

Although Feng Feng's expression was not very obvious, the surprise in his eyes still overflowed, making everyone present have black lines on their faces: Do you want to love learning so much!Have you only now discovered the people around you?

Honganji cleared his throat again, and greeted politely: "Hi, classmate Feng, excuse me for a few minutes."

"Oh... good." Feng Feng nodded, hurriedly stuffed the books piled high on the table into the belly of the table, and in a few seconds the messy tabletop was clean and spotless.

Everyone: "..."

"Well, Mr. Feng is a transfer student, so you haven't joined the club yet, right? This is the form, please fill it out in the next two days, Mr. Feng." Honganji put the things in his hand on Feng Feng's desk and said.

Society?

With question marks all over Feng Feng's forehead, he took what was in Honganji's hand, and nodded awkwardly to show that he understood.Seeing that his mission had been accomplished, Honganji smiled and quickly exited the storm circle.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch anymore, the other students also scattered.

Atobe-kun who was ignored from beginning to end: "..."

Feng Feng looked down at the form in his hand, and after flipping through a few sheets, he probably knew what was going on.In fact, the so-called community activities are equivalent to interest groups, but there are more activities than in China.

Feng Feng also participated in interest groups at his original school, but those were all nominal. In fact, they were taking Mathematics Olympiad classes there every day, and there were no serious activities at all.

After looking at it for a few times, Feng Feng decisively skipped the first few pages, directly filled in the word "Music Club" on the form, then put it in the book, and was going to return it to Honganji Temple after school.

"Hey, you're so cool!" The boy in the front seat turned his head and smiled very happily, and said very familiarly: "How dare you ignore Atobe-kun like this?"

Feng Feng: "..."

"The Department of Traces?"

Feng Feng was at a loss, this name is really strange.

The boy in the front seat seemed to be unbelievable. He glanced at the traces of the blackboard calmly, and whispered to Feng Feng who didn't know what to do, "Hey, are you serious!?"

Feng Feng took out the books for this class and touched the arm of the boy in the front seat: "Class is over."

The boy with dark green hair turned around with a look of disappointment on his face. This class is chemistry, which is almost the death of all students. If you don't attend the class, you will definitely die miserably!

Tonight, Shang Bin's restaurant is still as warm as before.

Shang Binxiu sat at the main seat, Liu Fang was in the lower left corner, and Feng Feng was in the lower right corner.

"Fengfeng, how is school life these few days?" Shangbin tried his best to talk to his stepson. Although he asked this question every day, he couldn't help but talk again.

Feng Feng stopped the bowl and chopsticks, tilted his head and thought for a while, and replied: "Very good."

Liu Fang asked again: "Is it hard to study?"

Feng Feng shook his head: "The knowledge in the book is very simple, we have learned it in junior high school."

This is the truth. Japan’s general science education is simpler than China’s, and some of the content in high school is even learned in China’s junior high school.

Liu Fang nodded reassuringly: "Anyway, we still need to be more serious."

With fried chicken legs dangling from his mouth, Feng Feng was silent for a while and then said, "I filled out the association today."

"Society?" Shang Bin's interest was obviously aroused, and he leaned over excitedly and asked, "Which club did Fengfeng join? I think I was in the baseball club back then, and I had to be No.1 in the national competition!"

Feng Feng blinked: "No.1?"

The club still has competitions?

"Ah, yes——" Shang Bin started to enter the memory mode again, and began to talk about how passionate and competitive he was when he was young, and finally won the glorious history of the title of No. [-] in the country.

"Ah, that's right!" Shang Bin suddenly remembered that Feng Feng hadn't told himself which club he belonged to: "Which one did Feng Feng fill in?"

Feng Feng bowed his head: "Music club."

"Music club?" Shang Bin remembered the piano in the room: "Does Fengfeng like piano?"

"En!" Feng Feng nodded vigorously and vigorously, answering with an unprecedented voice.

He stared at Shang Bin with a pair of wet eyes, and his black hair looked fluffy under the warm-colored light. Although the mouth that was biting the chicken nugget looked greasy, the light in his eyes almost blinded the electric lights.

Shang Bin was stunned for a moment, always felt that it was rare for Feng Feng to be like this now, but somehow he felt very...very cute?

"Cough, that... If Fengfeng likes the piano so much, why don't we find him a piano teacher?" Shang Bin was impressed by his son, coughing dryly and turning his face to Liu Fang.

Liu Fang shook her head helplessly: "Forget it, Fengfeng just likes it, so there's no need to spend this money."

"That's no good. Since he likes it, let him study hard. I'll contact the teacher tomorrow, and I must invite the best one for us!"

It's rare that he has a hobby other than reading, and he definitely needs to give his full support!Maybe they can use this to get closer to each other, and one day they will be able to hear him call "Dad"!

Uncle Shangbin is very happy!

Liu Fang hesitated to speak, looked at her husband who was full of fighting spirit, and then at her son who was staring at Shang Bin without blinking, almost blinding the light bulb, and finally said nothing.

Forget it, let them go.

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Feng Feng's diary:

XX month XX

I talked to Uncle Shangbin for a long time today, and he wants to help me find a piano teacher. I am very happy, so I have to study hard to repay him!