Early in the morning, the alarm clock rang, Gu Yang got up with a yawn, stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom in a daze, and looked at the person in the mirror.

Worried but faintly full of confident eyes, not tall but not collapsed nose, not thick and not thin lips just in time, the skin is a little fair, because of sleep and messy hair drooping in front of the eyes, the whole person looks lazy and pleasing to the eye, making people look very comfortable.

When he woke up in the past few days, he had a fear in his heart, afraid that everything he had witnessed now was a blurred dream, afraid that when he closed his eyes and woke up, he was still the weak young man lying on the bed waiting for death, and because of this, he cherished life even more and didn't want to waste a minute or a second.

"A new day has begun again."

He stretched, and the confusion in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a fierceness. After brushing his teeth, washing his face and shampooing his hair, Gu Yang returned to the bedroom and began to do push-ups and sit-ups.

The body is the capital of the revolution, a haode body can make the energy more energetic, and the thinking is more agile, the original Gu Yang's physical fitness can only be said to be average, and now he has to work hard to improve it, so as to facilitate his future writing career.

After going through too many hardships and setbacks, Gu Yang now has great patience and perseverance, and he will not give up his workout halfway.

After twenty push-ups and twenty sit-ups, he gasped slightly, changed into a black coat, and after breakfast, he resumed his student life.

When he came to the classroom, it was still an embarrassing scene where no one greeted him, and Han Shenliang hadn't arrived yet, Gu Yang didn't care, and went straight to his place, continuing to study the book and familiarize himself with the knowledge.

Yesterday, he shocked the audience and made the teacher lose face, and many students were very surprised by his blockbuster, but then Gu Yang's explanation made everyone suddenly realize, and he returned to the state of no one caring, and even at the tip of his ears, he heard someone disdain without scruples: "Shit luck is good." ”

Faced with this situation, Gu Yang is really too lazy to worry about a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, and this state of being forgotten is not bad, at least it can give him more time to be alone and do his own things.

The knowledge points in junior high school are still relatively simple, and the difficulty level in high school cannot be compared, so he reviewed quite quickly, and after a while, he turned over more than a dozen pages, and the knowledge points on them jumped in his heart.

Before class, Han Shenliang once came over to complain that Gu Yang released his pigeons, saying that he waited for a long time last night, and did not wait for him to go online to fight with him.

This is true, he really doesn't know the account password of "Gu Yang" before, although QQ can be on, but he still doesn't know the password, and he is thinking about changing the password if he can, if he can't, he can only reapply for an account and abandon the past. After all, I am writing a book on the Internet, and I don't have a contact number to communicate with others, which is very inconvenient, and I can get it done as soon as possible.

The morning class rolled all the way, dull and boring, making people easy to fall asleep, until the third class in the afternoon, Chinese class, he lazily cheered up a little bit. I just pulled the face of the teacher yesterday, and I can't continue to be tired today.

Zhang Wenluo entered the classroom, did not mention yesterday's incident, as if it had never happened, and continued to lecture. And today I'm talking about composition. In the Chinese test questions, the composition occupies a very important weight, out of 150 points, 60 points fall in the composition, so the big lecture on the composition has become a thing that all Chinese teachers will do before the exam.

After listening to it for a long time, seeing that Zhang Wenluo didn't mean to find a ballast, Gu Yangxin finally calmed down and put down the stone in his heart.

If you can do less, you can do less, there is no need to always dwell on trivial things, take a step back and open the sky.

After talking for a while, Zhang Wenluo clarified the main points of the essay, wrote the essay title on the blackboard, sent the essay text, and asked the students to write a 600-word essay before school and then hand it in.

"When I'm confronted with ___________"

This is a relatively mediocre topic, and it is not difficult, and if you choose the topic, you can write an essay with enthusiasm.

When he saw this essay topic, Gu Yang was thoughtful, and he had already conceived the composition in dozens of seconds, opened his own composition text, and prepared to take some time to get it done, so as not to find an opportunity for the teacher to get entangled. With his twenty-seven years of literary literacy, there is nothing wrong with writing a junior high school essay.

And when he opened the composition text and casually looked at the composition evaluations obtained by the previous composition authors, the corner of his eyes involuntarily hung a little.

45,45,48…… Turning over half of the book, none of them are more than 50 points, and the junior high school essays are all full marks of 60 points!

Moreover, the handwriting is really a bit clumsy, and I can't imitate it if I want to.

The pain hesitated in his seat for a long time, and he didn't put down his pen for a long time, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Forget it, let's write freely, as for the different handwriting, it was written by him himself anyway, and he couldn't find anything, and it was quite difficult for him to hold back and write the composition almost.

And his tablemate Wang Yu obviously heard this sigh, his small eyes slanted to the left, pouted and looked at his blank pages like snow, and then looked at the dense handwriting that he had already written, and a sense of superiority was born from his heart.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he felt very good, and Wang Yu continued to work hard to climb the lattice.

"Human life is a hymn, with splendor in it, even the most impassioned melody has a gentle and low trough, and this trough is the frustration that everyone has to face......"

Filling in the vacancy of the essay title with the word "frustration", Gu Yang did not pause at all, the pen in his hand was like the blade of a general on the battlefield, opening and closing, in one go, and the spaces in the composition text were filled at a flying speed, so that when writing haode, the students in the classroom were still thinking hard, holding back the words.

With his terrifying huge vocabulary, compared to this group of teenagers and girls who are still in the stage of crawling words, he is really a bit of a bully.

And this general junior high school essay question caused him to feel a little emotional, and under the flow of literary thoughts, he naturally wrote very fast.

After writing the essay, Gu Yang was not in a hurry, looked around at the situation of the students around him, and knew that he was indeed writing a little fast, so he didn't care much, but picked up a language book and read the stories in it to pass the time. When I was in junior high school, I thought it was very boring to read such articles, and it was not as good as the comics.

After reading for a while, suddenly a big hand reached over like a ghost, and pulled away the composition text that he pressed under his arm, Gu Yang was stunned, looked back, and shouted in his heart I rub, it's a Chinese teacher again!

Standing in the corridor between the tables, Zhang Wenluo, who was holding a red pen in his hand, didn't squeak, just stood there quietly, looking at the composition, sometimes his brows loosened, glanced at Gu Yang, who had an embarrassed expression, and sometimes continued to look at the content of the text, his head rising and falling slightly.

And the classmates in the class obviously noticed this kind of behavior, and they all stopped writing their essays, and looked at Zhang Wenluo, who had moved down, and when they saw that it was Gu Yang who caused the incident, some of them couldn't help but laugh.

"Brain-dead."

It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the whole class to hear. Speaking is a boy in the class who usually has a strong sense of superiority, named Song Han, his family is very solid, and his grades are also in the forefront, and he is disdainful of students like Gu Yang who are not very good, and yesterday he also said to his classmates, "Shit luck is good".

Hearing this, Zhang Wenluo frowned and did not speak.

And Gu Yang flew a fluttering glance at Song Han, and then ignored it, as if it was a waste of his gaze to look at it more.

After Zhang Wenluo finished reading the full text, he drew a score on it with the red pen in his hand, and then said in a calm tone: "The writing is good, I will give you a full score of 60 points." ”

After speaking, he closed the composition text, bent his body slightly, and handed it to Gu Yang.

Unlike yesterday's casual throw, today's actions clearly reveal a certain respect.

As soon as the 60-point evaluation came out, all the students in the entire class broke the silence just now and suddenly came out with "wow".