God of danger

"I, I don't know about universities," Guan Jie stammered excitedly, "I don't know which schools are suitable for you to apply for."

He suddenly regretted that when he was recruiting for the experience camp, he felt that the teacher's scene was too long, and he didn't listen carefully to the advantages of their school, so he didn't know anything now.

Looking at his expression, Lu Rongxing felt that the answer should be in the affirmative, but he still confirmed it: "I don't understand either, you can ask if you don't understand, just say something first, do you want to continue going to school together?"

Guan Jie's heart was overwhelmed, the smile on his face couldn't be hidden at all, and he said with crooked eyes, "Yes!"

After he finished speaking, he remembered that Lu Rongxing's grades were not bad, and he didn't know how he developed in mathematics. His confidence dropped by half again, and he said embarrassingly: "But what if I can't get into the university you want to get into?"

Lu Rongxing wasn't bragging about business with him, but he really had the same worries in his heart, and said amusedly, "I'm afraid you'll get a gold medal and dump me."

"How is it possible?" Guan Jie had already seen the toughness of outsiders, and said, "The gold medal is not a pumpkin, so it's so easy to win."

Lu Rongxing said in the same way: "It's the same. It's not easy for me to take the exam in a better university. I'm bad at math. Have you forgotten?"

Guan Jie hadn't taken the regular exam for a long time, and when he remembered it, he immediately smiled: "Are you still so scumbag now? How much did you score in the last monthly math exam?"

Lu Rong was quite frank: "89."

Although better than 78, it still failed.

Guan Jie didn't know whether to feel at ease or to worry for a moment, he ate a mouthful of cake, he didn't say that he was really not good at mathematics, but just looked at him firmly and said: "Let's go together, first put If the dream is erected, if it can't be realized, let's... let's talk about it, okay?"

Lu Rongxing felt that it was possible, but it was useless to talk big, he had to use actions to support it, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'm going to the movies, and I have a preliminary understanding about choosing a school. I’ll talk to you later, I don’t know how to choose a university after the college entrance examination.”

This Guan Jie was even more unclear, obediently obeyed, and left the railing with him.

Lu Rongxing walked and said: "As for your problem of not listening in class, you'd better go to the class teacher and coach to discuss it. The teacher must have experience."

Guan Jie thought it made sense, and left the railing with him.

There were two steps before the stairs. Lu Rongxing had to go downstairs, and Guan Jie had to go forward. Before they left, he fed Lu Rongxing another piece of cake, and then they went back to their classrooms.

Guan Jie walked into the aisle, and was immediately stopped by Luo Feng, who wanted to rob the cake.

Guan Jie defended a few times, a little unable to bear Brother Feng's strength, fearing that the cake would be robbed and flew out, losing both sides, so he quickly dug a big mouthful and gave him the plate.

Luo Feng glanced at the delicacy in the world that he messed up, covered his face first, stuck out his tongue to lick the butter, and then hooked his hand at him: "Bring a fork, how can you eat without a fork?"

Lu Rongxing had eaten this fork before. Guan Jie's boy had a heart attack, and he didn't want to use it for him. He squeezed it into his palm and said, "I don't have a few mouthfuls yet, so I use a fork with a ball. I just ate it and threw it down."

Luo Feng felt that it was unreasonable for him to be so stingy, he was willing to eat what he could eat, but he refused to give what he couldn't eat, but this was not a big problem, since he was a student anyway, there were steel forks or spoons in the table.

He took another bite in the air, gave Guan Jie a middle finger, and went back to his seat to support himself.

Class 9's evening self-study consisted of two periods of Chinese and two periods of mathematics. In Chinese, Guan Jie was looking at the cut-off method, but he listened to two periods of mathematics.

The teacher talked about vectors and straight lines. This knowledge point is somewhat related to the physics in the first year of high school, but physics focuses on the point of action, while mathematics is full of free vectors.

Guan Jie understands, and mathematics is also his old love, so he didn't touch chemistry.

After evening self-study, he was going to reciprocate, and asked Hu Xinyi to go to the small supermarket together, wanting to buy some food for Lu Rongxing, but wandering around, his mind was full of Lu Rongxing not eating this or that .

The rich man has an emperor's tongue, the more complicated the ingredients are added, the less he likes to eat.

Guan Jie was lucky to be rich, but he couldn't invite customers out. In the end, he only brought him a box of pure milk and a large brushed bread with nothing in it, and a few roasted sausages for the birthday boy He.

After buying, go back to the dormitory downstairs. The advantage of being promoted to the second year of high school is that Class 9 has also moved into the same building, so it is more convenient for Guan Jie to sleep now.

On the stairs, he asked Hu Xinyi: "Will you go to 206 with me?"

Hu Xinyi flatly refused with the corn sausages he just bought: "No, I'm going back to cook noodles."

In the man's dormitory, there is a godly head, he only likes cute paper girls.

Guan Jie didn't expect them to be so dedicated. After a year of cooking, they were still cooking. After being shocked, he said nostalgicly, "I want to eat too. Leave me a chopstick."

The battle to grab supper is so cruel, Hu Xinyi wonders if he has forgotten his roots: "I will try my best, but you'd better be mentally prepared that you won't even have farts."

When Guan Jie heard this, he basically believed that nothing was an established fact, but he thanked him gratefully and turned left at the stairs on the 2nd floor.

But when he walked to 206, he found that Lu Rongxing hadn't come back yet.

There was someone he knew in the dormitory. Guan Jie greeted his eldest brother, put the things on the familiar bed sheet, and then returned to the dormitory. The noodles hadn’t come out of the pot yet, so he immediately picked up Hu Xinyi’s fork and joined in. Squat pot team.

After class, He Weixiao insisted on eating barbecue.

After being begged and dragged by him, Lu Rongxing insisted on pushing him to the door to hang up his pass, and went outside to roast a bunch for him, and at his request, he had everything from tenderloin to leeks.

After waiting for a long time, I was reprimanded by the guard again when I came back, causing the lights to be turned off on the entire floor as soon as I entered the stairs of the dormitory.

The three went back to the dormitory, Huang Can turned on the flashlight, and Lu Rong put the things he brought on the apple carton that Huang Can had taken out. After washing his hands, he came out and found that he had something to eat on the bed, and immediately asked the opposite bunk: " Brother Yang, who put the things on my bed?"

Brother Yang smelled the aroma of barbecue, and was in the process of sitting up in surprise, when he heard the words, "Your neighbor's kid, hasn't he been here for a while? I didn't even recognize him standing at the door."

Lu Rongxing thanked him with a "hmm", picked up the brushed bread, took it apart and tore a piece, his bed was not within the range of the flashlight, he sat in the dark and smiled.

In fact, he understood that these food had no other meaning, Guan Jie probably just ate the cake he took and wanted to give him something back.

They have always been like this, you come and go, not to meet outsiders, nor to take advantage of each other.

Lu Rongxing stuffed the bread into his mouth, and there was a slight sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. He thought in this taste, if Guan Jie was so honest emotionally, it would be easy to handle.

He Weixiao has been working on the food delivery service since he entered the door. He heard Brother Yang's words, and he said with a cheap mouth: "What kid? You are really big or small. Others are the big ones who engage in competition." Dude, my name is Guan Jie, next time I see someone who will call me Dad, you know?"

As soon as these words came out, there were several unexpected "yo ha" in the dormitory.

Before Guan Jie went out for training camp, he used to hang out with his brothers in their dormitory, and he also liked playing games. He didn't look like a boss from head to toe.

Lu Rongxing never brags about him. He goes around saying that my neighbor has won the competition and won an award again, so the few in the dormitory who know him but don't know him very well see him as an easy-to-get-together anonymous person. A man with a reputation.

Brother Yang: "Dad, you sister! But brother Xing, your neighbor is really a boss, if so, isn't it too low-key?"

Lu Rongxing listened to He Wei laughing and talking nonsense, and actually liked hearing them praise Guan Jie in his heart, but he still smiled and said: "He is not the boss, the boss is another person in their class."

Someone asked who, was it a woman, and when they learned that it was a man with a bamboo pole, they immediately expressed a lack of interest. The topic was like an undirectional wind, blowing inexplicably to the youth that was about to die.

He Wei smiled and sent it to Lu Rongxing, watching him eating, squinting and saw that it was bread that he didn't buy, and immediately reached out to grab it: "What kind of bread is delicious and spicy? I lost it, lost it, Come eat meat."

Lu Rongxing avoided his movements, put the bread behind his back, and took slices of skewered steamed buns from his packing box.

He Wei smiled and was convinced, thinking that people like him are the representative of starving to death in the famine era, and urged: "There are also tendons, chicken tenders and screw meat, take them quickly."

After speaking, he remembered Guan Jie who had just appeared in the mouth of his roommate, and asked Lu Rongxing, "There are still a lot left in Chuan'er, do you want to take a handful for Guan Jie?"

Lu Rongxing took a bunch of each, thinking that it would be enough to borrow flowers to offer Buddha once, and it would be shameful to keep taking them all the time, so he made up an excuse casually: "No need, he is probably asleep, don't send it, eat it yourself."

He Wei pouted with a smile, picked a bunch of mushrooms and dropped them in his mouth.

The dormitory was full of contented emotions for a moment, some people yelled at He Wei and laughed at his father, and some people pushed forward and said that if there was beer, they could be sublimated.

Lu Rongxing leaned on the iron frame, and listened to his roommates talking in a low voice, talking about basketball, winter vacation, the future, and their relationship history.

He didn't interrupt much or share his feelings, but he listened with interest.

During the period, Brother Yang, who was at the opposite store, applied for supplies halfway. Lu Rong got up halfway and gave all the uneaten meat to the other party.

After breakfast the next day, before class, Lao Zhang showed up at the door of the classroom and called Guan Jie into the office.

Old Zhang: "I told you yesterday that I would talk to you about the class, do you remember?"

Guan Jie nodded blankly: "I remember."

Lao Zhang said with a smile: "This matter, it's like this. When you were divided into classes last year, you were outside and didn't take the exam. At that time, the teacher of Class 1 approached me and said that he wanted to transfer you to their class."

"Actually, this is a good thing. The learning atmosphere in Class 1 is much better. Several students in your competition class are also in Class 1. You have companions in everything you do. It must be different psychologically."

"But I didn't give you an accurate answer at the time. I said look at you. Now that you're back, let me ask you, do you want to go to Class 1?"

Guan Jie was caught off guard and was a little confused by the question.

The experimental class is a kind of top-notch invisible glory. If he can enter, then in terms of visual perception, he and Lu Rongxing will be on an equal footing. Subjectively, of course he also knows that this is a good thing.

However, Guan Jie asked directly: "But I didn't even take the exam, why did the teacher in Class 1 draw me in because of the competition?"

Old Zhang: "Well, this is how our school divides the contestants in previous years, and everyone will go, what about you? What do you think? Tell me and let me hear."

Guan Jie, like all students at this age, was a bit at a loss as to what to choose.

It is a rare opportunity to go to the experimental class, but the original class has an environment he is familiar with, and the problem that he can't listen to the lecture has not been solved, so he gradually wrinkled his face.

Guan Jie confessed these concerns to Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang said kindly and seriously: "From my point of view, I support you to transfer classes. But you only want to study chemistry and don't care about other subjects. I don't agree."

"If you can do it this way, why should the school's competition class be made into the current model? You are completely raised from the first year of high school, and you don't do anything for three years, and you spend all your time studying chemistry. Isn't that right? Better to win a gold medal?"

Guan Jie thought it was true.

Lao Zhang didn't ask him, and there was no pause in his words, and he continued the next sentence naturally: "But the school didn't do this, why? Because you are a high school student first, and then you are a competition student."

"Competition should be the icing on the cake, not all of you."

"However, I can also understand that your Chinese and English are not good at all, and it's normal if you don't want to learn. But Guan Jie, let me put it this way, if you want to go far in chemistry in the future, even if you don't study Chinese now And English, it will take time to make up for it in the future.”

"If you don't read literature and papers, you have to write them yourself. No matter how good your professional level is, it will be useless if you can't write them? Now is the time to learn these things. We have the conditions and IQ, so it would be great if we can do it all at once." ?”

Guan Jie looked into Lao Zhang's eyes and couldn't move his head.

Lao Zhang is also a teacher he respects very much. The original intention of saying these words must be for his consideration, and he is right.

In the training lecture of Z University, a professor once said that to learn materialization well, you must not be bad at high mathematics. You need to read inorganic diagrams, memorize English words in chemical engineering, and learn some Japanese if you want to learn Fukuyama mechanism. You have to learn something for a lifetime You can't finish learning, so don't be complacent.

Guan Jie knew all of this, but he had just made up his mind, and at this stage he was focused on preparing for the competition, and he would talk about it later, but Lao Zhang poured cold water on him.

Guan Jie was a little confused again as to whether he was right or what Lao Zhang said was serious.

So he could only say: "Teacher, about whether to go to Class 1 and how to study in the future, I will go back and think about it and come to you again, is that okay?"

"Okay," Lao Zhang nodded with a smile. Anyway, these things are not in a hurry.