Lu Tiancai discovered that his life really had not changed much.

He is already at the top of his grade anyway, so it doesn't matter if his score is higher.

Is this the world of genius? It’s so boring.

He remembered that he had an expected task, which was not to express any opinions or suggestions in public for a week.

That is to say, any subjective evaluation can no longer be said. Lu Zhengkang plans to challenge it.

The second minute after early self-study, his challenge failed.

He said to his deskmate Mei Shenglin, "The matcha cake is delicious."

Then the progress bar of the desired task will be cleared.

Wow, what does this mean? The matcha cake is just delicious! It’s not subjective at all! I didn’t say that sweet tofu is better than salty tofu, so why should I be considered a failure!

Su Xiangli came over to find Lu Zhengkang, "Bad guy, have you finished memorizing it?"

"Of course." Lu Zhengkang said, while carefully observing the task progress bar, he continued to count the seconds, which was good.

“It’s hard to remember a few words in Li Qingzhao’s poems.”

"It's very simple."

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to start again?

Lu Zhengkang covered his forehead and said, "Continue."

Su Xiangli tilted his head, "Huh? Why continue?"

"Where did we talk? Oh, it's hard to remember the words. Let me help you get the book."

The chair was so big that it barely squeezed two pairs of buttocks. It was not very comfortable. Lu Zhengkang felt that the edge of the chair was stuck in the groove, so he picked up Su Xiangli and placed it on his right leg.

Mei Shenglin on the side looked shocked.

Lu Zhengkang frowned, "You are so heavy."

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to start again?

Su Xiangli was furious and pinched Lu Zhengkang's ribs with his backhand, twisting them tightly.

Lu Zhengkang's body trembled, "It hurts, it hurts, I was wrong!"

…

In Chinese class, Lu Zhengkang was called up to answer questions.

"You can talk about the characters of young Runtu and middle-aged Runtu respectively. Just talk briefly." The Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man with a kind face. He has always valued Lu Zhengkang the most, thinking that he has spiritual energy and can be cultivated.

Lu Zhengkang was silent for a moment, and said, tell me, the mission will definitely fail again, don't tell me, it will be too embarrassing, just lie, it will not be done well no matter what.

Okay, Lu Zhengkang, it’s time to test your language skills!

"Uh, Runtu, a character in Mr. Lu Xun's works, a young man who grew up by the sea..." Good job, no hint of failure, "The young man Runtu is simple, healthy, lively, smart, brave, and has relatively rich experiences," Lu

Zhengkang slowly relaxed, and there was nothing wrong with this, so nothing would go wrong next.

The Chinese teacher listened and nodded in agreement, but his expression showed no surprise.

Lu Zhengkang: "...Middle-aged Runtu has become a numb person, and his temper has been smoothed by life." The Chinese teacher commented: That's right, smoothing his temper is a good saying, "Runtu was a typical farmer in the old society at that time.

, from him we see the living conditions and mental journey of the working people..."

Lu Zhengkang secretly sweated and ended up saying, "Runtu is bound by feudal ideas and has a strong sense of hierarchy. Mr. Lu Xun is sympathetic to him, but he is also critical. He sees the big from the small.

Attack the entire feudal society and ethics by criticizing small people. Ugh! I'm done."

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to start again?

Lu Zhengkang slowly sat down and lowered his head amidst the applause led by the Chinese teacher.

My deskmate looked in awe, "You are so awesome!"

"It's not bad." Lu Zhengkang smiled.

…

In math class, there is no problem. Lu Zhengkang knows that when he answers the questions, he is just giving the answer objectively.

As expected, the math teacher asked Lu Zhengkang to go to the blackboard to answer the question.

For a simple binary equation, Lu Zhengkang squinted and got the answer at a glance.

However, the math teacher asked Lu Zhengkang to rewrite it because his steps were incomplete.

"The steps are very important, and they have scores! Can you be so careless during the exam?"

Lu Zhengkang's eyes widened, "What is the process for such a simple question?"

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to start again?

"That won't work either."

"I can't think of any steps." Lu Zhengkang was a little depressed. He felt that his task had to be postponed until the winter vacation, but the deadline was January 10th. Wouldn't that be a failure?

"Think about it a little bit."

In the end, Lu Zhengkang wrote down the steps to solve the problem bit by bit, what is xy, addition, addition, subtraction...

At the end of the day, Lu Zhengkang felt a little exhausted physically and mentally. He had now experienced adult life in advance. He could not express any subjective opinions in public. What kind of self-discipline was this? It was a very tiring self-discipline.

So, Mr. Rousseau is right, primitive society is the best: Lu Zhengkang smacked for a while and realized that he was full. Primitive society was not good at all, but he was not satisfied with his living situation.

That’s all, you have to blame yourself for this.

He is not an adult yet. Lu Zhengkang secretly comforted himself that it would be okay. People at each level have their own rules of survival. When he grows up, he will get used to it. Everything is natural. Modern society will not treat people.

Forced to death.

…

In the past two days, the friends of the competition team often went to the laboratory building, so they discovered some wonderful places.

For example, a specimen room.

The door to that place was locked all year round. I could only stand on tiptoe and look in through the brown glass. There was some suspicious light in the room, rows of tall lockers, bottles and cans, a vague light of turbid water, and floating water.

shadow.

Su Xiangli clasped his fingers together and made a prayer, "Tell me, you must take risks when you encounter challenges."

Lu Zhengkang:???Don’t you just want to sneak into the specimen room? Why do you say it so boldly?

Zhang Yingxuan looked cautious and said, "Goodbye, there might be corpses in here."

Yu Fei's eyes shot out a strange light, "Corpse?! coooooool!"

Mr. Meng Qi tugged at the corner of Lu Zhengkang's clothes and stopped talking.

Lu Zhengkang looked up at the window sill. The glass was self-sensing and locked tightly. If it was forcibly opened by an external force, it would call the police. So the only way to get in was to get the key and go in through the front door.

"Okay, kids, let's scatter." Lu Zhengkang hissed and chased away these bad kids, like chasing away geese.

Lu Zhengkang thought this was just a small adventure with no follow-up, but he didn't expect that two days later, he would get the key to the herbarium.

Shao Zhanqing pushed up his glasses and said, "The day after tomorrow, there will be an interview. After the manuscript of your work was sent to the competition group, it received a great response. Please say a few words then."

Lu Zhengkang was very unhappy. His progress bar had finally been pushed to forty-seven hours. One interview might be wasted.

"The media will have articles when the time comes, just read them according to them."
Chapter completed!