"Net King" is not just a good friend

Chapter4 Gibran

To you "who have become adults":

All my smiles are on her lips, and all her tears are in my eyes. - Gibran "Lebanon"

In fact, I'm afraid that I can't even see through your real thoughts?I am willing to just be your child, and hate myself for learning to be happy. (Reality)

The election for the new student union on campus was in full swing. Unknown students suddenly grabbed her and asked her to vote for them, whether it was during class or after school.

I really don't know about these things, and I plan to follow Xiyuanji Rika and Haruta to choose when the juncture comes. To be honest, whoever is elected as the new student council president will not have any influence on her.

If the president of the student union can solve her frequent calls to the office, then she will definitely consider who is more suitable. In fact, no one can help her.

Although I avoided the minefield of lateness mentioned by Ninzu, what could be more likely to be invited to the office than a poor student, a poor student who sleeps unconsciously in class, and a poor student with a particularly high homework error rate?

Even Xiyuansi Li couldn't see it, and yelled to himself, "Xiao Shi, you really can't sleep anymore, you have fallen so much at the beginning of school, what can you do next?!"

She was also very helpless. She thought that the courses in high school were almost the same as those in junior high school. Although her grades in junior high school were not ideal, she could still understand what the teacher was saying.

Not to mention Chinese, English, history and politics, which I never listened to. Why did geography, which is also considered a liberal arts subject, make my head explode, let alone promote mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology, which are super strong in science after entering high school? Within the acceptable range of brain waves.

At the beginning of the first two classes, I was able to force myself to listen hard, but after working hard, I simply turned on the mode of self-destruction. Anyway, Takeuchi Sosei doesn't care about her grades, and she doesn't care.

What overwhelmed me was the last straw. The high tuition fees of Bingdi’s school are fully reflected in the homework. Self-developed workbooks, such things as answers, do not exist in the back of the booklet, and are extinct on the market. .

"Mr. Takeuchi, you must ask someone to clarify what you don't understand. You can ask the teacher or your classmates. You can't go on like this! The previous knowledge points are also wrong, and you don't understand the new knowledge points! To be honest, you are like me. It’s very nerve-wracking!” Every time in the office, facing the bombardment of three old men, especially mathematics, physics and chemistry, I can only nod and agree sincerely as always.

The strange thing is that every time she accepts the baptism of the old-fashioned saliva, Yuji Ninzu is always in the office. Ms. Nako really has a lot of various things that need to be delivered to their monitor.

Every time after I accept the baptism of saliva, Ren Zu always happens to accept the assigned tasks and leave the office at the same time as myself.

Every time he would tease himself with a half-smile, "That's right, Mr. Sushi, I've only been to the office once today, and I've improved a lot from yesterday."

She could only roll her eyes and reply to him, "Squad leader is not bad too, I was called by Miss Nako only once today!"

"Yes, thank you for caring so much about me."

......The number of times the number of times that the number of times of entering and leaving the office is comparable to the number of times of coming to school to attend classes, how boring are the two people who can only rely on counting the number of times that each other enters and leaves the office to tease each other. Go back to the previous sentence.

He should have continued to live the two-point and one-line daily life of the collapse of the classroom and office, but things have turned around. It can be said that Haruta has completely rescued his predicament.

Woke up earlier than the alarm clock was set on Friday, so it was rare for her to arrive at school early.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he was greeted by Qingta sitting upright and writing vigorously, and his arrival did not affect him at all.

"Qingta, what are you doing?" After sitting down, Shi turned around and looked at the notebook laid out on Qingta's desk.

Before Qingtai answered herself, she had already seen what it was, and couldn't help being surprised, "Whose homework is this, so generous to lend it to you?"

In fact, the question I want to ask more in my heart is: Is this homework reliable?Don't not only have an outrageously high error rate, but even be charged with plagiarism, that would be too unfair.

"Be patient." Qing was too busy to take a look at herself.

After hearing who the owner of the homework was, and seeing clearly that what was spread out on the table was the physics that made me collapse to the extreme last night, I was really moved. I turned around and found the exercise book from my schoolbag, then quickly turned back, and quickly glanced at it. After checking to make sure that there is no one in the seat behind Qingta, "Qingta, I also refer to it."

Haruta put the homework horizontally without saying a word.

Said it was a reference, but without even thinking about it, I crossed out all the answers I filled out randomly last night without mercy, and then filled in the answers in the homework book in front of me without missing a word.

Fortunately, I still know how to measure. When encountering obviously difficult questions, I know that I can't copy them, so I only move the basic knowledge questions.

Together with Haruta, I was immersed in the state of copying homework without anyone else, and I didn't even notice that Yushi Shinozu walked in from outside the classroom.

As soon as Shinozuzu entered the classroom, he saw that there was already someone in the seat that should be vacant at this time on weekdays, and that person turned around and lay down on Haruta's desk, writing something intently.

Relying on his height advantage, he caught a glimpse of what the two furry heads were doing. He smiled and said nothing. He pulled out the chair and pulled it up before sitting down. He felt that it was unnecessary. Even if he really made a movement, the two people in front of him might not notice it. .

Qingta quickly finished copying, and Shi asked him while copying, "Qingta, have you copied math and chemistry?"

The reason why I didn't ask the question with the word 'write' is because Haruta's science is not the same as my own, well, it's better.

"Okay, what do you want?" Haruta said as she was about to take out the exercise book from the drawer before she realized, "Oh, I was just borrowed by Mr. Mitsui, just wait."

I, who was copying homework, didn't care what the "wait" meant. I thought it was to ask her to wait for Mitsui-kun to finish copying it before lending it to her.

Haruta turned around and saw Ninzu come back and asked directly, "Ninzu-kun, can you lend me your math and chemistry workbook again?"

Of course Renzu knew who Qingta borrowed it from, so he picked up the uncollected exercise book on the desk and handed it to him without saying anything.

After hearing Qingta's ninja cry, she raised her head and looked over, and met a pair of dark blue almost black eyes, holding the ninja of the exercise book she wanted in her hand, although he looked at her with no expression Sarcasm, but being looked at so seriously by the proud students in front of the teachers is inevitably embarrassing, so he pursed his lips in embarrassment and pulled out a smile before lowering his head and continuing to copy.

There are so many workbooks, it's really rare to sit in the seat all day today without being caught by the sudden voice 'Sushi!The teacher is looking for it! 'I was so scared that I lost my life.

So, to be honest, Yushi Ninzu saved the plight of her, Haruta and even most of her classmates.

Since I survived being frequently summoned to the office, I received a social science trainee in mid-September.

I thought I was choosing where to go for internships based on my own interests and wishes, but I didn’t expect that the whole class had already decided where to go for internships at the beginning of the semester.

Only then did I know that Bingdi’s social science internship is based on whether the students in the class are willing to voluntarily sponsor the internship location and period expenses. Needless to say, this is a fair competition on the surface, but it is secretly determined based on financial strength. I have to say, it depends on financial resources The entitlement's success does, in a way, be convincing.

And it was only after learning about the location of the internship that he realized that the well-known and well-known hospitals in various places belonged to the Ninzu family. Compared to the family behind him, he was really low-key and approachable on weekdays.

It was only then that I began to understand why the students were willing to crowd around and obey him.

Qualified to wantonly make a high-profile but keep a low-key and deal with people's kindness, no matter what era it is in, it is difficult to be disgusted.

■

It's really not used to opening the door of the house and seeing the bright lights. Takeuchi Sonari is rarely at home at this time. It seems that he is still preparing dinner in the kitchen.

When he was about to sneak back to the room quietly to solve the ham and egg rice balls in his schoolbag, Takeuchi Munecheng was holding a plate of dishes on the dining table and saw himself.

"Wash your hands and get ready for dinner, really."

It is rare to see Sonari Takeuchi with a side of fireworks. His hair, which is always meticulously groomed, has become a little frizzy and greasy due to the pollution of fireworks. His hands that have never been touched with Yangchun water before are also inadvertently covered with different sauces. In terms of material contamination, the always stern image is far less important than wanting to have a meal with her daughter at the moment, so she can get out of the meeting to cook a meal for her.

This meal tonight is the first real time for the father and daughter to be alone after moving to Tokyo. Only the slight sound of chopsticks, spoons and tableware colliding indicates that someone is eating, and other than that The lone voice just amplified the sense of distance between Takeuchi Sonari and Takeuchi Minoru that would be too unfamiliar and unfamiliar as a father and daughter.

"Your mother said she called you recently, and you were very cold to her." Finally, a compromise at the dinner table began to break the eerie silence.

"Really." He didn't raise his head and continued to eat without being disturbed at all.

"Is there anything you want to share with Mom about the new school?" Apparently the topic continued.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Shi still didn't raise his head and lowered his eyes, as if thinking for a few seconds, "Not really."

"Your mother told me that she is a little worried about your situation, and I hope you can have a good talk with her." Takeuchi Socheng was still adding, "We are all worried about you, really."

"I see, father." Picking up the bowl and chopsticks again, he repeated chewing the rice in the bowl.

Seeing her unwillingness to talk, Takeuchizong had no choice but to let the atmosphere return to the quiet moment before.

Swallowing the rice in the bowl in big gulps, the speed was more coping than usual. She really couldn't bear to sit in the restaurant with Takeuchi Zongcheng and "enjoy" this hard-won father-daughter time.

Ever since I moved to Tokyo, I consciously or unintentionally avoided all the embarrassing time alone with Takeuchi Sonari, but it was clear that Takeuchi Sonari was much busier than I expected, not only on weekdays but even on weekends. , I can't spare time to get along with her at all.

Now just the two of them eating alone at home made her feel uncomfortable just sitting here and was about to vomit, suppressing the stiff and uncomfortable cells all over her body, and stuffing food into her mouth mechanically.

"Don't eat too fast, it's not good for digestion." Takeuchi Zongcheng reminded, "I specially fried your favorite saury, eat more."

After taking a bath, I sit in the living room and watch the evening entertainment programs. I press the remote control machine aimlessly, stop watching each channel for a few seconds and laugh for a few seconds before continuing to the next channel until I am satisfied.

Takeuchi Zongcheng was called away by the company's phone after finishing packing the kitchen utensils, so he could sit on the sofa, drink juice and watch TV.

After a while, the landline at home rang, a call from Kanagawa, Akimoto Makoto.

Thinking of what Takeuchi Zongcheng said to himself at the dinner table just now, the resistance in my heart is more violent than ever.

Every conversation in the past is routine, repeating meaningless questions and answers. The party who obviously wants to talk more has to compromise with the party who deliberately wants to end.

After hanging up the phone, the TV screen returned to a meaningless endless cycle of pictures.

It's just that the host's well-prepared jokes can no longer reach my ears, and the expressions of several comedians standing around the host who deliberately tease the audience can't reach my eyes.

Some problems are really very sad, irritable, restless, anxious...

For example: Is there anything to be happy about recently?

How should such questions be answered?If there is really something very pleasing, shouldn't the emotion be passed on to the other party through the electric current to know it?I have to ask every time.

It's just a careful and deliberate guilty greeting after time has passed, but the familiar feeling brings unfamiliar compensation, just like when Takeuchi Sonari came back late from a dinner party when he was a child, Akimoto would always prepare a glass of honey water in case her husband the next day Headache and nausea, and Takeuchi Sonari still drank it knowing that it would not relieve many signs of his hangover.

It's a pity that I am not drunk, and I have never needed the belated honey water to fill my heart with honey. What may make me really grieve is the general image that Zhongqiu Benzhen has always created during the parting process, gentle and forbearing , neither humble nor overbearing... Not even a single tear of reluctance, maybe this woman swallowed all her tears in her heart, and hid all her reluctance in her heart, and maybe she was as tired as Takeuchi Zongcheng and didn't want to substitute this sensitive feeling. Feelings that are difficult to detect, I have to choose my true inner feelings to see.

Often the side we see is not necessarily the best side, but the side we are most afraid of seeing but have to accept. Thinking about it this way, maybe we are the children who are most similar to Takeuchi Sonari.

After thinking wildly for a weekend, I couldn't help but feel depressed, but on Monday, I saw the low-key business bus parked at the school gate, and I heard the sincere praise from Haruta and Saionji Rika, and I was depressed when I learned that this bus is equivalent to which brand in the car industry His emotions were also swept away, and he joined the envy of his classmates.

Each class has a different social science internship plan, and naturally the internship day is also different. Their class is scheduled for today, and the time is an hour later than the usual class time. Therefore, only those who are lucky enough to witness this rare luxury car they themselves.

I have to say that Renzu, who has always been a low-key group, has really inherited their family's style. I don't know if I really want them to get more rest or to avoid the crowds in the early morning.

In short, Ms. Nako started the first outdoor course with a group of excited students with confidence.

Tobecontinued……