The next day, Fang Qi got up on time. Last night, because he was so excited, he didn't fall asleep until three o'clock, when a pair of dark circles were extremely obvious, and the bloodshot eyes looked a little terrifying.

Fang Qi looked in the mirror, yawned, and silently said a super double. In the next second, I felt a strange energy flowing through my body, and the fatigue caused by staying up late disappeared in an instant, and my eyes regained their vitality.

He carefully measured himself in the mirror, and never felt such a refreshed moment as he did now. My heart is full of pride, and I feel that everything in the world is so beautiful. Even if someone punches him now, it is hard to guarantee that he will smile and say to the other party, I don't hurt you.

After washing, Fang Qi went out with the homework he had written last night. On the way, I bought some breakfast and went to Pujiang High School at a leisurely pace.

Pujiang High School is located in the center of PJ County, adjacent to the Pujiang River, the source of life in PJ County.

Fang Qi entered the school gate without attracting much attention, and everything was as usual. He is just an ordinary student in the first class of the third year of high school, and even because his family is poor, he has suffered a lot of white eyes. However, Fang Qi is more ruthless, and these simple students don't dare to joke with him anymore after suffering a few losses.

As a person who has lived alone since childhood, Fang Qi's personality is very strange. It looks cheerful on the outside, but when it gets ruthless, it's terrifying. Especially during the rebellious period, he became a tyrant on campus, with more than a dozen younger brothers under him, so he didn't want to be popular.

But now, Fang Qi also knows how naïve he was at that time. In this world, money is the last word. He also thought about the prodigal son going back and studying hard, but because the foundation was pulled down too much, it was impossible to save it at this time. So he simply broke the jar and broke it, and no longer wanted to study hard.

"However, now that I have super double ability, everything is not a problem......" Fang Qi thought secretly in his heart, full of confidence in the future.

"Jingle bell ......" The preparatory bell rang, disturbing Fang Qi's thoughts.

He shook the workbook in his hand and walked up to the fourth floor of a school building. By the time he entered the classroom, the rest of the students had already arrived, and he was the last one to arrive. After a short silence, the noise sounded again, and no one cared about a guy who was poor and bad at studying. After the college entrance examination, their lives will completely go their separate ways.

One in the sky, one in the ground.

Fang Qi walked straight to the last row of seats, which were near the trash cans and had a pungent smell. However, Fang Qi was used to staying here, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

"Fang Qi, have you done your homework?" a crisp, pleasant and slightly angry voice came.

Fang Qi looked up and saw that it was the study committee in the class, Chen Shiqian.

Chen Shiqian's arrival made the male classmates next to him look sideways, each straightened their waists, and sat upright, but their eyes looked at Chen Shiqian on the side from time to time, hoping that the goddess in their hearts could look at themselves more.

Chen Shiqian, with a delicate melon seed face, is perfect like a fairy who came out of an ancient painting, with a classical temperament and beauty, a typical oriental beauty embryo.

"Hey, have you seen enough!, what about your homework?" Chen Shiqiandai asked fiercely, raising her eyebrows slightly.

It's just that the fierce expression in her eyes is a cute and fierce feeling in Fang Qi's eyes, and she wants to laugh a little. Even, he could feel the hormones secreted by the male compatriots around him.

He smiled slightly, took out the homework that had been prepared, and said, "Don't be angry, it's not good to wait for the next breath to get sick." No, here's my homework. ”

There was a disbelieving voice around him: "What, Fang Qi, the ultimate scumbag, actually handed in his homework? Is this the sun rising from the west?"

"Hey~ Don't say that. No matter how you say it, people don't want to drop out of school, no matter how bad it is, you have to mix it up with a high Chinese, otherwise no one will want to ......move bricks in society," there was a low laughter around him, but he didn't dare to laugh loudly.

Fang Qi is a famous mad dog in the school, and it is terrible to go crazy.

Chen Shiqian's tense little face eased slightly, took Fang Qi's homework, and glanced at Fang Qi in a little surprise, she didn't expect Fang Qi to write homework. I opened the assignment and hurriedly checked it, and found that I did a good job, where should I find the answer.

"Fang Qi, study hard, the college entrance examination will be in a few days. Chen Shiqian left a sentence and turned away, leaving a faint fragrance.

The boy in front of Fang Qi took a big breath intoxicated, looking like a pig.

Fang Qi secretly despised in his heart. The class bell rings. The noisy environment returned to calm, because the college entrance examination was about to be ushered in, and Pujiang High School canceled the morning self-study of senior high school students, and the teachers led the students to review the knowledge they had learned and strengthen their memory.

"Knock knock knock ......" Crisp footsteps sounded outside the hallway, and the teacher with a high school history textbook in his hand walked in.

The classroom was silent, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the people who walked up to the podium.

The first class was a history class, and the teacher happened to be the homeroom teacher of their class, Zhong Yinzhu. A beautiful woman with an elegant temperament and noble intellectuality. Zhong Yinzhu is the recognized goddess of the first class of the third year of high school, and none of the male classmates in the class don't want to hug the beauty. And this also led to the very good history results of the first class of the third year of high school, and every male student wanted to express himself in front of Zhong Yinzhu.

Except, of course, Fang Qi.

"In this lesson, I will review the main literary schools in the West, and take notes when you encounter key points. ......" Zhong Yinzhu began to lecture, and his voice was like a crisp bird, which was very pleasant.

Fang Qi crossed his chin with one hand and listened attentively to Zhong Yinzhu's lecture. It's a pity that most of the class passed, and he still didn't understand it.

Now the main thing is to review, and all the knowledge points have been reviewed once, and it will not be very detailed.

Suddenly, Fang Qi's heart moved, and he silently recited a super double. In an instant, Zhong Yinzhu understood all the textbook knowledge, and there was a feeling of empowerment.

Half a minute later, Fang Qi came back to his senses. There was some emotion in his heart, this feeling is really amazing, it is simply the initiation of the novel! And he doesn't have to spend too much effort to ponder, just like listening to a story, he naturally memorizes all the knowledge points in his mind.

On the podium, Zhong Yinzhu looked in the direction of Fang Qi. found that the other party was deserting again, and there was some hatred in my heart. At the beginning, Fang's father and mother told him to discipline Fang Qi well. For a semester, she didn't know how much ideological work she had done for Fang Qi, but there was still no progress.

Thinking about it, Zhong Yinzhu felt angry, and said with a slight anger: "Fang Qi, you get up and answer what is Western modernist literature." ”

There was a whisper from the seat, and the students looked at Fang Qi with sneer and ridicule. Being able to see Fang Qi is also a pleasant thing, relieving the pressure of this tense senior year of high school.

Fang Qi saw the expressions of the classmates in his eyes, and his heart couldn't make waves. It's not once or twice like this, and he also knows what Zhong Yinzhu is calling himself up to answer questions. It's nothing more than to let yourself be ashamed and brave, or to let out a bad breath. Who called himself so bad in his previous studies, and he didn't listen to Zhong Yinzhu's teachings.

"Ahem. Fang Qi coughed lightly, glanced at the graceful figure on the podium, and said eloquently: "Western modernist literature belongs to a part of the capitalist culture of the 20th century. This kind of literature does not advocate the use of works to reproduce life, but advocates starting from people's psychological feelings and expressing the suppression and distortion of life on people.

It mainly uses symbolism, absurdity, and stream of consciousness to express the crisis consciousness of alienated people in the absurd world; In modernist literature, characters are often deformed, stories are often absurd, and themes are often hopeless.

The recognized founders of modernist literature are Cervantes' Don Quixote and Flaubert's The Education of Emotions. The Austrian writer Franz Kafka, the French writer Marcel Proust, and the Irish writer James Joyce are known as the pioneers and masters of Western modernist literature. ”

After Fang Qi's words were finished, the audience was silent, and the needle drop could be heard. The students' expressions were stiff on the spot, and some even maintained a sarcastic look on their faces.

Fang Qi looked at the stunned expressions on the faces of the people who looked down on him in the past, and his heart was dark.

Take a long breath, your mind is clear, and your mind is refreshed!

Ay...... This feeling of clearing the clouds and seeing the blue sky is so refreshing!!