Strike back against the dating system

Chapter 4 The Lonely King Is Always Rebellious ()
When you have solved all the mysteries of life, you long for death, because it is just another mystery of life.Life and death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.

Jinhua City, inside Laurel High School.

The man looked at the woman pitifully, but the woman's eyes were ruthless and showed no mercy.

Dozens of pairs of onlookers stared at them, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing and silent.

Du Heng has a handsome face and a tall and straight figure, but facing that beautiful and petite lady, his momentum is slightly lacking, and he keeps his head down.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to speak first.

Du Heng said tremblingly: "I have worked very hard, can't I give it another chance?"

"I've given you enough chances. I'm so disappointed in you. My patience is limited."

"Well, it looks like you can't believe me, but I repent from the bottom of my heart."

The woman's tone was firm, "Your repentance is worthless to me, please disappear in front of me immediately."

"But it's cold outside."

"Then why don't you do your homework?" the Chinese teacher said angrily.

"Because I don't want to do my homework." Du Heng replied calmly and without fear.

As soon as this remark came out, all the people in the class held their breaths. Zuo Hufa was rightly Zuo Hufa, and he was the only one who dared to contradict Mr. Bai Su, nicknamed "The Tiger of Mudong".

Everyone was inexplicably looking forward to the fury of the Chinese teacher.

After all, theatergoers never think it's a big deal, anyway, the parties concerned are to blame.

Bai Su frowned and said, "How can you be so confident even if you don't do your homework? Do you need me to ask your parents to help you?"

Du Heng said seriously: "No, one person does the work and the other is in charge. If you have something to do, come to me, not to my parents."

Bai Su angrily said, "There are 42 students in the class, and they all handed in their essays. Even Sun Zeqi, who has the worst grades, can copy a copy from the Internet. Do you think you got it? Can you do whatever you want with the Excellent Composition Award in the urban area?"

"Students dare not."

Bai Su sat on the chair and tapped the table with four fingers one by one. This trick can bring strong psychological pressure, and it never fails.

But in the face of Du Heng's super "old fritters", it can only be used as finger percussion music to add to the fun.

"Phew, let's forget it this time. During the lunch break later, finish your composition and the homework assigned by the English teacher. I can choose to let the past go."

Du Heng's eyes lit up instantly when he heard the Chinese teacher say, don't care about it this time.

But when he heard the next few sentences, his face became embarrassed.

That nasty voice rang again.

[click!Released the latest task: At a loss, the young man, facing the angry Chinese teacher gave him a chance to reform himself, cherish it, and promise her to complete the homework!After completion, you will be rewarded with 13 love points and +2 physical strength. 】

It looks like it is now, forcing you to do something every day, who does this broken system think it is?

Why should I obey you, there is no punishment, what am I afraid of?
"Sorry, I'm sorry!"

Du Heng slapped the table directly, and the sound of "bang dong" resounded throughout the class, and the Chinese teacher was taken aback.

Facing this tall male classmate, she couldn't help shrinking her neck, like a frightened little hamster.

"You...are you going to rebel?"

"No, no, I respect you very much, but I think the topic of your composition yesterday is too stupid."

Bai Su was dumbfounded when he heard this. As one of the top ten outstanding female teachers in the school, which class did she lead that was not the top three in Chinese?
Someone dared to question himself, and it was from a freshman in the second year of high school.

"What do you mean?"

"It's really hard for me to understand. How should we write a composition with the title of 'death'? Explain religious views on death, remember ancestors, discuss the impact of death on Chinese civilization, and discuss the unknown after death. The passing of a great man, the awe and fear of death?"

In fact, the few sentences Du Heng said were more or less related to the students in the class.

"Then what exactly do you want to express?"

"I think this kind of topic is a bit absurd. Death is not something that people of our age can understand. How do people write words? It’s better not to write than to write about death for the sake of word count.”

Du Heng said without fear, his legs were already trembling, but fortunately his pants were loose enough to block them.

My brain twitched, I said so many outrageous things in front of the Chinese teacher, I was really afraid that she would call her parents or deduct her credits in the next second.

[Ouch, the host mission failed, and I got 46 naughty points and +1 general attribute points. 】

"Clap clap clap..."

In this classroom so quiet that even a needle could be heard, applause came from the corner.

Obviously, this is a kind of provocation, far worse than Du Heng's arrogant attitude.

Who dares to shake the position of the Tiger of Mudong?

Everyone's eyes turned to a girl with long white hair.

Her name is Liu Landie. Although there is a blue in her name, the overall tone gives people a white and sickly beauty.

She is really too white, her long snow-white hair hangs quietly on her shoulders, the whiteness on her eyelashes seems to be dyed with snow, her skin is like creamy fat, and blood vessels can be vaguely seen. Like a china doll.

Yes, she has albinism.

Although she is so beautiful, it is accompanied by serious side effects, such as fear of the sun and poor eyesight.

Like Du Heng, she is called a weirdo, but her "weirdness" comes from the coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away. Usually, no one in school pays attention to her because she is too high-cold, or because the students are afraid to be with her. She gets involved.

I heard that this girl's family is from the society, but I don't know where this rumor came from, and there is no way to confirm it. Anyway, the students believed it.

Bai Su ignored the little girl who was applauding. After all, although the child is not in good health, she still sits firmly at No.1 in the class, and her performance depends on her.

And such a beautiful girl, who would be angry with her?
So she turned her temper on Du Heng, "You think death is meaningless, and living people can't write about it."

"As expected of a Chinese teacher, he explained my point of view easily." Du Heng nodded.

Hey, he didn't want to admit it. He was doing good things last night and forgot about the composition. As a result, he had to hand in his homework when he first came in the morning. Now that the old and new accounts were handed in together, he was called to the podium. .

Bai Su said: "Okay, the topic of death is indeed a bit heavy. I didn't think it through carefully. For you children, it may cause some negative effects when you check the information. The teacher apologizes to you."

Hearing this, it was like a bolt from the blue, the whole class was stunned and couldn't help whispering.

"Du Biaozi is worthy of being Du Biaozi. If he can make the teacher apologize, then his good life will not end in the future."

"What are you thinking? His name is Du Heng, and your name is also Du Heng? Be careful not to be overheard by him, and he will beat you up after class."

Hearing this, the male student shut his mouth instantly, looked at Du Heng on the podium in fear, and took a breath when he saw that he didn't seem to notice this side.

Du Heng actually heard everything.

Standing on the podium, the gestures of these people can be seen clearly.

So it's not that the teacher can't see the little tricks she usually makes, but she just turns a blind eye.

Of course, Du Heng would not deny the rumors that they had violent tendencies, but he would never admit it either.

Bai Su shouted: "Okay, be quiet. It's class time now. If you make any noise, you will recite the text. Du Heng's matter is one-to-one. Even if you don't write my composition, what's the matter with your English homework?" Son?"

"This... will not."

Du Heng's aura suddenly withered. If the other copying assignments were okay, it happened to be the oral assignment.

Wouldn't it kill him to go to the office to communicate in English?
Every English test hovers on the verge of failing. If you can pass two or three times out of ten tests, you are already protected by the power of your ancestors.

Du Heng had the best grades in Chinese, and excellent grades in other grades, but he couldn't read English, and he forgot the words he had just memorized.

Usually, I have to rely on the standard vernacular to fool me, let alone read it to people.

Seeing that Du Heng lost the limelight, Bai Su immediately said with hatred:
"Yuegui High School can be regarded as a noble private school. They are all tutored by famous teachers and have advanced teaching equipment. It costs tens of thousands of dollars a semester. Your parents work hard to send you to study. You can't fool around like this. Your other The grades are all good, but the English is really not good.

"You know that every time the English teacher sees your test paper, he cries and tells me, is it because you hate it? Even if you step on the 150-point test paper, you can't get a 43 in the machine? The class is the lowest. Sun Sleeping God is higher than you in the exam! You are the first in the class in Chinese, and you are the last in the class in English."

Du Heng was aggrieved and wanted to explain, but he knew it was useless because the Chinese teacher was furious.

Bai Su is an excellent young female teacher from the provincial capital. She has excellent abilities, but she lacks some qualifications and her temper is not very good.

The relationship with the classmates is very good after class, the lectures are interesting, the voice is loud and beautiful.

He deserved it for not giving her face.

But there is really nothing that can be done if the English test is not good. It is obviously a language, so why is there such a big gap with Chinese.

Du Heng's clever little brain pondered for a long time, but he didn't come to a conclusion. It can only be attributed to his strong patriotism.Or you can’t be too perfect, you must leave some small flaws, which may limit your chances of going abroad in the future.

The reason for poor English is probably suffering from a mental disease - angular gyrus syndrome.

The angular gyrus is the visual language center (reading center). After the damage, the vision is not impaired, but the original literate person becomes unable to read (cannot understand the meaning of the copied text), which is clinically called dyslexia.

But Du Heng didn't know when he had suffered such an injury, and he couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to understand it.

Teacher Bai looked at the sad boy and said helplessly, "Du Heng, go back to your seat."

Du Heng raised his head and refused directly: "No, teacher, please punish me. I feel better like this. I like the feeling of spring breeze blowing on my face."

"Your temper is still so stubborn, and you will suffer a lot if you get out of society. Okay, now I ask you to go out and stand for punishment."

Du Heng was a little speechless. As far as your temper is concerned, teacher, we are all the same. Is it really okay for you to comment on me like this?

"Teacher, don't be so polite, I get easily offended."

"roll!"

"Okay, teacher, pay attention to drinking more hot water."

Du Heng said with a playful smile, then squatted down in full view of everyone, and rolled over like a donkey, causing the whole class to burst into laughter, and the Chinese teacher's temper deflated like a deflated ball.

　Alas, the writing is too bad, it is difficult to get results, I am not a great master, and it is not easy to be accepted by others if I hide it.

　　In the next book, let’s try the natural state without adding anything. There is no money ability, mystery, etc., it’s a mess, it’s a simple daily life...

　　No, I'm not used to writing like this, and it doesn't conform to my XP, so I'll continue to open the parallel universe!Write another story from the other system.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)