Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan finally went to school.As a transfer student, it is inevitable that he will attract attention, let alone a transfer student with outstanding looks.Although transfer students will inevitably be excluded, everyone is more curious about him - after all, it is a very miraculous thing to transfer to No. [-] Middle School one month after the start of the second year of high school. If his grades are not very good, then It's the background behind it.But the questions of those gossip students were all answered by Qing Huan, and they didn't get any clear answers at all.

Qing Huan's seat at the same table was empty, but looking at the locked drawer, someone should have it.

And the Ji Zhiqiu whom Qing Huan came to school to meet yesterday was sitting in his back seat. Since entering the classroom, he was either sleeping or playing with his mobile phone, and those teachers seemed to be used to it, and no one called him—only Teacher Zheng’s. In Chinese class, he was called to stand for dozing off.

When he stood up because he was in a bad mood, he kicked the desk, and the chairs moved forward because of the knock - what a bad temper.

Teacher Zheng ignored him and continued the class: "'The player of the piano is the heart. The player of the piano is the voice. The player of the piano is the emotion.' How to interpret this sentence?"

None of the students below raised their hands - it can be seen that Teacher Zheng is not in a good mood today, even if he knows it, don't hit the gun.

Teacher Zheng's sharp gaze swept the audience around, and finally landed on Qing Huan who was flipping through the book with her head down: "Qing Huan, get up and express your opinion."

Qing Huan stood up, and said under the sympathetic eyes of all the students: "This sentence means that Qin is a kind of elegant music for self-entertainment, not a prop for pleasing others. Li Zhi is a bohemian and advocating freedom all his life. His thoughts are considered by many people to be heresy, which is contrary to traditional Confucianism. He often uses the qin to reason. The qin he said actually represents himself in a sense. He pursues natural nature and does not want to be bound by etiquette."

In fact, Teacher Zheng called Qing Huan to answer the question, and he really didn't expect him to be able to interpret this sentence, let alone such a deep meaning. He even mentioned Li Zhi, who was preparing for science popularization below him...

"Teacher?" Seeing that Teacher Zheng didn't respond, Qing Huan called out.

"Oh, sit down." Teacher Zheng nodded, "You are very good. It seems that I have read a lot of books. Very good. The knowledge in textbooks is important, but we also need to develop our own thinking... "Balabala...

The students in Class [-] of Senior Two almost agreed that this student Bai Qinghuan must have entered the No. [-] Middle School with excellent grades, it must be--but they quickly overturned their own ideas, because Bai Qinghuan's curriculum was too poor. Stabilized——

For example: in math class, he was asked to do the problems in geometry class, and the result was messy, but in the next chemistry class, he was very interested in the reactions of those chemical substances, and even gave supplementary examples when the chemistry teacher quoted the examples of ancient alchemists making alchemy , In physics class, I don’t seem to know anything about electromagnetic induction and alternating current. In English class, when everyone else speaks American English, I can speak fluent British English... Finally, in art class There was a sketch assignment in the classroom, and everyone was doing their homework, but he was watching. The teacher asked him, and he said he couldn’t draw. The teacher asked what kind of painting you can draw. His answer was—ink painting .

He is really special, everyone can feel the special, different from the people around him - but, in all fairness, this kind of special is not annoying, there is a very strange quality in him.what is it then?No one can tell.

The last self-study class was over. Qing Huan was packing her things when the chair was kicked. She turned her head and saw Ji Zhiqiu who was looking at her with her chin propped up. He asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Classmate Ji?"

Seeing Qing Huan's smile, Ji Zhiqiu was inexplicably upset, and frowned, "Hey, don't you need lunch?"

"Huh?" Qing Huan didn't understand.

"At noon, everyone went to have lunch, but you didn't go. Aren't you hungry?"

Qing Huan recalled that he really didn't have lunch - because he was reading the analysis of those math and geometry problems at the time, and when he understood everything, the afternoon class would start.He didn't feel hungry, but it was strange in the eyes of others.

"Oh, I ate too much in the morning, so I lost my appetite and couldn't eat at noon. I feel quite hungry now, so I'll go eat first. Classmate Ji, you should go home early too. Goodbye." Qing Huan said. He walked out of the classroom slowly with his schoolbag on his back.

Ji Zhiqiu looked at his slow speed, it didn't look like he was "hungry and went to eat".

What a strange person...why am I paying so much attention to him...

Qing Huan staggered out of the school gate. On the way to the bus stop, she saw a few boys in school uniforms surrounding an uncle, as if they were shopping for something. Qing Huan turned her head to take a look. I didn't see it, so I continued to walk forward, and after only a few steps, I was stopped by the uncle——

"Classmates, come and see if there is anything you want to buy? All of them are out of print here, and the printing is super good..."

Qing Huan felt a little interesting when he heard the words, and went back to look decisively. The boys took a look at him, stuffed something into their backpacks, and left.Qing Huan glanced at it, and the uncle's bag turned out to be some books, colorful and brightly colored——

Qing Huan looked up at the uncle: "What book is this? A novel?"

The uncle was stunned by Qing Huan's blingbling eyes, his clear eyes made him suddenly feel guilty, and he laughed dryly: "No, it's not a novel, it's a comic..."

"What manga?" Qing Huan saw "beauty" and "explosive"... Before she could see clearly, the zipper of the big bag was closed——

"This one doesn't really suit you... Let's do it next time." It was the first time for an uncle who sells Huangman to say "NO" to his customers—the boy in front of him has a very clean temperament, and he feels that if he sells this It would be a crime to plant something for him...

Qing Huan watched the uncle run away as if fleeing, a little confused, turned around and saw Ji Zhiqiu with a bag on his back, he was riding on a bicycle, showing a sarcastic smile to himself——

"Aren't you brainless?"

"..."

Are kids these days so uncute?

Qing Huan was about to speak, when suddenly there was a thunderstorm in the sky, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, and it seemed that it was going to rain again - the weather recently is too strange, heavy rain and light rain alternately, even if the sky is clear now, the sky will change every minute Seconds matter...

Seeing Qing Huan looking up at the sky in a daze, Ji Zhiqiu said, "Are you really an idiot? It's going to rain, why don't you hurry up, do you want to be drenched in the rain?"

Qing Huan came to her senses, and said to Ji Zhiqiu: "Oh, thank you, you should also be careful, it's not safe to ride a bicycle in the rain." Then she turned around and left.

Ji Zhiqiu stared at Qing Huan's leaving back in a daze until no one could see his back.He scratched his hair, stepped on the pedal, and stepped forward at a faster speed.

It was nearly half an hour before Qing Huan returned home. It was extremely dark that day, and by the time Qing Huan got home, she was already exhausted, and a rainstorm finally started.

After taking a shower, Qing Huan sat cross-legged on the sofa with a blueberry cheesecake in her hands and watched TV. Lightning and thunder outside did not affect the singing and laughing on the TV.Accidentally clicked on a pay-per-view TV station, just by looking at the name, I could tell it was a program of gods and gods. Two hosts were interviewing a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean haircut. He said with certainty: "... I believe you have also felt it? Recently, the sky is not quite right. There are thunderstorms, lightning and thunder, and the sky is changing. Do you know why?"

"Why?" the hostess asked urgently.

"Have you heard of this saying?" Mysterious look.

The camera was completely on him, and he got all the attention, and then he said slowly: "There must be a monster in this day, so there must be a monster."

The two hosts showed surprised expressions, and then asked about the "monster", the middle-aged man continued to talk...

Qing Huan didn't look any further, he put down the cake, stepped on the carpet barefoot and walked to the window, opened the curtains, and watched the lightning flashing across the sky from time to time, followed by the sound of thunder one after another, as if to shock the world...

"There are visions in the sky, there must be evildoers..."

Qing Huan muttered, and at this moment, he saw a scarlet lightning flash across the sky in the distance, hitting the top of Sifu Mountain, the first mountain in Yicheng, and he could faintly see the flames over there...