The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

Class 21, sophomore year.

There is no one in the classroom, there is no sound at all, the LED lights on the ceiling are turned off, the desks with books piled up in a mess, the morning light shines in dimly through the gaps in the curtains.

The first student opened the door and came in until the hour and minute hands on the round watch above the blackboard pointed to "seven ten".

Zhou Qi arrived at the classroom at 07:30.

07:30 More than half of the students in the class have come, but the first-grade seat is still empty.

Today, on Monday, the students started to go to self-study in the morning, making up and copying the unfinished homework.

On Saturday, Sunday and two days, Zhou Qi spent a lot of effort to finish the homework assigned by the six subjects. He hasn't been to school for four or five years. The ability, looking at the eccentricity abe of the conic curve, it seems strange.

Fortunately, school has just started for a month, and most of the homework is preview copywriting, and there are no difficult parts.

Language is excluded.

A paper torn paper asks about the gist of ancient poems on the front and the gist of modern writing on the reverse side, with a piece of composition paper attached. If you look at it carefully, it still allows you to discuss the gist of the craftsman spirit in the values ​​of modern society.

It took Zhou Qi a day to write the composition. He used three composition papers in detail to explain how a professional player with a craftsman spirit can kill 29 in a game under the values ​​of modern society, good luck, and eat chicken tonight.

Theoretically, it can be deduced that the method is to open and hang.

After packing up his things, Zhou Qi looked up at his watch—it was 45:[-], and there were still ten minutes before class.

Fu Mingzhi hasn't come yet.

Zhou Qi looked at the empty seat of the first grader, and wondered: How could Fu Mingzhi, a "three-good student" who would be ashamed to be seen walking with him, be late?

Thinking about it, Zhou Qi saw a male classmate walking in front of the desk, looking strange, he didn't look like a classmate, he hesitated near Fu Mingzhi's seat, and then stopped in front of Zhou Qi's desk: "Student... you Do you know where Fu Mingzhi has gone?"

Zhou Qi laughed: "He hasn't come yet, what's the matter with you? Let me tell him for you if there's something else?"

"Ah... okay, thank you," the male student scratched his head, "I'm from the student union, and Fu Mingzhi is going to give a speech when the flag is raised today, and the director asked me to ask Fu Mingzhi to come over and read his speech... Wait for him to come Now, please tell him to give the speech to me before the flag-raising ceremony between classes after the second class."

Zhou Qi glanced at the neatly folded A4 paper on Fu Mingzhi's desk, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll tell him what your name is and which class you're in. I'll tell him to let him find you."

"Oh," the male student nodded quickly, "I'm in Class [-], my name is Wang Chuanming, thank you classmate."

Zhou Qi smiled and nodded to Wang Chuanming, and when Wang Chuanming was apologizing to him, he folded the half-folded A4 paper on Fu Mingzhi's desk again in front of him, and put it into a foreign book on Fu Mingzhi's desk. In the inner pages of literature books, the books were squeezed into the bottom of Fu Mingzhi's desk.

Zhou Qi did it so naturally, Wang Chuanming insisted that he didn't connect the A4 paper with the speech, and thanked Zhou Qi for a few words happily, and hurried back to class again.

Just a minute or two after Wang Chuanming went out, Zhou Qi saw the first grader come in.

Zhou Qi took out his English book and began to pretend to read words.

Fu Mingzhi paused in front of the seat for a while, sat down, and put on his autumn school uniform.

He quietly tidied up the books and papers, and did not talk to Zhou Qi, as if he had returned to the time when Zhou Qi just sat down with his schoolbag last week - but at that time Zhou Qi took the initiative to talk to him, and now Zhou Qi doesn't talk anymore .

this is necessary.

Fu Mingzhi didn't expect Zhou Qi not to hate him.

He shouldn't expect anything.

Fu Mingzhi sorted out the homework for the weekend and rubbed his temples tiredly.

He didn't sleep long last night, Wu Lan ran out drunk, he found out that it was two o'clock in the morning when he received a call from Wu Lan's friend, and Wu Lan fell asleep at her house.

But he couldn't tell whether the physical fatigue or the psychological fatigue made him more uncomfortable.

"Fu Mingzhi," Fu Mingzhi heard Zhou Qi calling him, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhou Qi, Zhou Qi had a little smile on his mouth, and lazily propped his chin on the table, "Wang Chuanming from class [-] just came I'm looking for you, and I want you to hand over the speech for today's flag-raising ceremony between classes."

Fu Mingzhi said, "Okay, I understand."

Zhou Qi grinned and went back to "recite words".

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the first grader flip through the books on the desk and frowned.Zhou Qite leaned back intimately: "What's the matter? Are you unhappy?"

Zhou Qi came over all of a sudden, Fu Mingzhi was stunned for a moment, subconsciously pressed his fingertips on the table: "No."

Zhou Qi said with a smile: "Wang Chuanming said that you should hand in the manuscript before the end of the second class. In the first class, mathematics will be difficult to deal with if the head teacher delays the class. You'd better hand in the speech now." ——" Zhou Qi paused, and asked maliciously, "What do you think?"

Is Zhou Qi not angry?

Fu Mingzhi couldn't find the manuscript, but this was what Fu Mingzhi was thinking about.

He looked at Zhou Qi calmly, Zhou Qi looked very excited and his eyes were bright.

"I didn't find it." Fu Mingzhi said.

"Oh?" Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows, pretending to be concerned, "Then what should we do? What about the flag-raising ceremony?"

Fu Mingzhi didn't seem in a hurry at all, he wasn't in a hurry, Zhou Qi felt a little in a hurry.Fu Mingzhi said: "I can write another one, there is still time."

Zhou Qi thought about it and asked, "Are you giving a speech without a script or with a script?"

"If I rewrite it now, I need to bring the speech." Fu Mingzhi took out a blank piece of paper, "I will tell Wang Chuanming not to hand in the speech."

I lost my speech, why don't I look for it?

direct rewrite?

Zhou Qi originally wanted to tease the first grader, to see how he was flustered, and maybe he would be crying. If Fu Mingzhi was crying pitifully, he would remind him a little and return the speech to him.

But this bastard didn't even look for it.

Zhou Qi held his breath a little.

He lay down on the table, stared at the words written by Fu Mingzhi and asked, "Wouldn't it be troublesome for you to rewrite it? Will you stop looking for it?"

Fu Mingzhi shook his head: "No need, it will be finished in half an hour."

Zhou Qi thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Then can you show me after you finish writing?" He was a little sarcastic, "I have to learn from you, develop morally, intellectually and physically, and strive to one day be enough to face You go together."

These two sentences of his were tinged with thorns, but Fu Mingzhi remained indifferent, neither angry nor annoyed.

Back then when he was in the head teacher's office, Zhou Qi saw the boy's contempt.

Unexpectedly, it was contempt.

It's not good to look down on people.

It was so bad that Zhou Qi wanted to add trouble to Fu Mingzhi every day.

Fu Mingzhi just paused his pen and said, "Yes."

Mathematics in the first class, after a while Zhang head teacher entered the classroom with a shiny forehead, his eyes were like lightning, and when he swept across the front row and back row, and on Zhou Qi, Zhang head teacher said : "Everyone is seated early in the morning! What a crooked look!"

Sweeping at Fu Mingzhi, who bowed his head to write a speech, Zhang head teacher started today's math class without talking nonsense.

After math class, Zhou Qi stopped head teacher Zhang who had just walked out of the classroom, and said with a smile, "Teacher, can I print two pieces of paper in your office?"

Zhang Feng stopped and looked at Zhou Qi: "Have you done your holiday homework?"

"It's done, it's all done." Zhou Qi nodded seriously, "I've decided to study hard to get the first place in the exam. I want to print two pages of materials. Can I go to your office and use the printer?"

Zhang Feng glanced suspiciously at Zhou Qi's head and feet, and waved his fat hand: "Go, go, I have a class in the next class, you can print it yourself, can you use a printer?"

Two or three minutes before the second class, Zhou Qi came back with his "study materials". He was about to ask Fu Mingzhi for a speech, but he saw that Fu Mingzhi's finished math class was placed on his desk superior.

He picked up the manuscript: "Your speech?... New semester, new journey—is it a speech to mobilize students to study hard in the new semester?"

Fu Mingzhi: "Yes."

Zhou Qi looked at Fu Mingzhi while reading the manuscript. Fu Mingzhi held the pen and seemed to be focusing on the questions.If Fu Mingzhi's personality and speech were not so bad, he would still be likable - good-looking, with a nice voice, and a smart mind.

But Zhou Qi didn't know that Fu Mingzhi hadn't written a single word since he took the seat.

Fu Mingzhi was a little annoyed—why did he keep looking at him from time to time while reading the speech?

There was a kind of anxiety in his heart, which disturbed him and could not be relieved. When he thought that Zhou Qi didn't like him, this anxiety made him even more upset.

Zhou Qi scanned the speech and asked in surprise, "Will you play music in the background when you speak?"

Fu Mingzhi's expression was as usual: "I will let it go when I swear my youthful ideals."

Zhou Qi had an enigmatic smile on his face when he heard this: "Oh, that's very atmospheric." He folded up the A4 paper and put it in Fu Mingzhi's Chinese book, "Lesson is over, don't read it for now. When the flag is hoisted, you should be careful." speech."

What Zhou Qi said seemed to be beyond words.

But the class was already over, so Fu Mingzhi didn't think much about it.

Until the flag-raising ceremony between classes in the second class, the school leaders and student representatives gave speeches after the national anthem was raised.

After writing a speech, Fu Mingzhi could basically recite it by heart, so he didn't read that speech any more.

However, on the podium, under the attention of thousands of school teachers and students, Fu Mingzhi opened the speech script and the first line he saw was——

"From 9:27 to 10:18 on September 20, some areas in Jiangnan and other places will have continuous to heavy rain, local heavy rain, and the cumulative rainfall in some areas is relatively large. Pingcheng is expected to turn from light rain to heavy rain, and the temperature is expected to be 25°C to [-]°C C, please take precautions against rain..."

Zhou Qi replaced his speech with a weather forecast.