"Loneliness is a one's carnival."

Li Ang's eyes were out of focus, his back was against the back of the chair, he looked at the red wine glass pinched with three fingers, and said lightly: "The more niche your taste is, the more the things, emotions, and art you admire, the more you don't follow the trend, the more you know yourself, the fewer people who resonate with you, and the distance between you and the crowd will naturally get farther and farther." ”

"Why do you say that? What do you do? What purpose do you say this, who instructed you, and what is your motive? If you can't answer, I'm sorry, I can only give you a failing grade. ”

Wang Congshan, who was sitting next to her, suddenly attacked, took off the headphones that Li Ang was wearing, and put them on herself.

She heard Bach's "Aria on the G string" coming from the headphones, looked at the familiar music app on the mobile phone screen, and raised her eyebrows, "Turn on the network cloud suppression mode in broad daylight." ”

"You don't understand."

Li Ang shook his head, three fingers shook the wine glass, the coke bubbles in the wine glass surged, part of it stuck to the wall of the glass, and it disappeared with it, "Every confused teenager who is confident and inferior in adolescence has the dream of becoming a writer.

Whenever I listen to a song, I can't help but imagine whether the mood of those who have also heard the song is sadness, joy, numbness, bitterness or calm.

I want to use a pen to summarize their lives and write their joys and sorrows.

I call it, an innate literati temperament. ”

"This is the reason why you used essays such as "My District Mayor's Father", "My Uncle of the Chairman of a Listed Company", and "My Newspaper President's Auntie" to cheat the city's primary and secondary school students of newspaper and periodical manuscript fees?"

Wang Congshan snorted coldly and ruthlessly exposed Li Ang's old background.

This is the disadvantage of childhood sweethearts, too familiar - in fact, Li Ang doesn't want to do that, but the manuscript fee for primary and secondary school students' essays and newspapers in Yin City is quite a lot.,

If you don't make money and eat something good, how can you guarantee nutrition and fitness exercise.

"How can a cultural person use the word deception."

Li Ang pursed his lips helplessly, "At least what I write, the sentences are smooth, the rhetoric is gorgeous, and the structure is orderly?" Is the writing intention the best choice?

I can almost be selected into the reading comprehension articles of the Yinshi junior high school Chinese test papers, and it is natural to publish and report.

If you don't publish it, is it a pearl dark investment? Bury talent.

Other than that? How do I remember that in the past, you used to eat the yellow croaker noodles, crab roe xiaolong, and fried in clear water that I invited with the manuscript fee? Have you had a good time? ”

"I've only eaten it once, and the milk tea money and taxi fare for shopping are from me? Count AA? ok？ ”

Wang Congshan rolled her eyes, and inadvertently glanced at the test paper spread out on the table by Li Ang, and the corner of her eyes twitched.

Just now, the results of the last multi-school mock joint examination before the final exam? Came out?

Li Ang's high score is close to a full score, one point higher than a certain genius in another high school, ranking first in the city, and giving the head teacher and grade director a lot of face.

When the blackboard newspaper of the outstanding student in the final grade was made, I could see his photo hanging on the blackboard at the school gate (by the way?). Leon's personal motto for outstanding students is "As long as we don't stop, the road ahead will continue")

Not... According to Wang Congshan's understanding of Li Ang? Must it be that he has been sleeping in class lately, arriving late, and leaving early too many times recently, and he is a little weak-hearted? This time, I did a little better in exchange for some "privileges".

"You said yes? That is? No quibbles. ”

Leon made a surrender with both hands? suddenly attacked, took the test paper from Wang Congshan's desk, and blocked the embarrassed Wang Congshan's "click is scratch" with one hand,

glanced at the results of each subject on the test paper, shook his head and sighed: "That's it?

Girl, your grades are not very good. It's about to be the third year of high school, and the countdown to the 365-day mobilization meeting is beckoning to you.

Would you like to consider hiring me as a tutor? ”

", please."

Wang Congshan snatched the test paper with an angry expression, "I'm annoyed." ”

She stuffed the test paper back into the drawer, folded her arms in front of her, and muttered, "Mock exams... Can the results of the mock exam count?

Damn, if it weren't for the lack of sleep lately..."

Leon grinned,

Wang Congshan said that the reason why he couldn't afford it was because of the proximal time, and his salary as a tutor had risen again - because of the curriculum reform, the primary and secondary school students in Yin City now have to carry out all-round adaptive education.

To put it simply, primary and secondary school students now also need to learn simple disaster prevention and mitigation self-rescue knowledge, first aid knowledge, and know what to do when a disaster occurs.

In addition, the school also encourages students to learn programming, mechanical invention and making, as well as equestrian and experience driving.

These courses are included in the examination and the results are calculated.

Originally, from the perspective of parents, this kind of quality education undoubtedly increased the burden on parents and virtually widened the class gap (where did ordinary families have the energy and financial resources to enroll their children in equestrian classes),

However, this time the education innovation is formal and serious, and the subsidy is huge.

The school is supervised and directed by the Special Affairs Bureau, which can provide a good quality education environment without parents worrying too much.

Only a very small number of parents with abundant financial resources will be inexplicably anxious, give Li Ang a higher salary, and let him tutor their children in programming by the way...

Now, the information barrier between ordinary people and transcendent people is getting higher and higher,

The transcendent knows that the fundamental reason for the undercurrent in the real world is that the form of the killing game is not very optimistic, or very grim.

And ordinary people can only get the details from information channels, and they vaguely feel that something is more and more wrong, and people's hearts are impetuous, but they don't know the reason.

"Having said that, if I wait for me to ignite the divine fire and become an official god, will I be able to send my divine power to ordinary people and open a [Flesh and Swamp Lord Divine Skill Training Class]?

If you sign up for a cram school and study hard, you will be able to comprehend the magic and become a transcendent.

That kind of cram school will definitely be a hit. ”

Leon looked at the scenery outside the window and thought boredly, "Hmm... It seems that you don't have to wait for the gods, and now you can start classes.

What ripple breathing, alchemy, psychic abilities,

At my current level, it is more than enough to teach ordinary people some rudimentary power systems.

Well, when you think about it this way, it seems that the Special Affairs Bureau hasn't promoted the popularization of supernatural powers.

It is because there is no enough suitable power system (it must meet the conditions of low threshold, high potential, easy spread, no side effects, mild and controllable),

Or are they worried about the rapid flooding of supernatural forces in a short period of time, affecting the social order?

The possibility of the latter should be greater at present.

But when the door opens, will they be able to hold on..."

Li Ang flicked the eraser, looked out of the window, and didn't care about the class bell ringing, and Shi Qingsong, the head teacher who walked into the classroom with a serious face.