Chapter 205: A Pen for Writing Letters

Starting from Wednesday, the final examination papers for various subjects have basically been completed.

After that, I basically study on my own.

But there are also teachers like Teacher Ding who play American TV series for students during class.

She claimed to be familiar with spoken English, but in fact she was just watching the drama herself and showing it to her classmates.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, winter vacation homework was also distributed.

The winter vacation homework for Affiliated No. 1 Middle School does not have the traditional booklet, but basically a complete set of test papers.

Chinese: 8, Mathematics: 12, English: 9, Physics: 7...

There are quite a lot of them, but the questions are quite simple. Basically, one test paper covers the content of a chapter in the textbook, which is not as high-intensity as an exam paper.

But even so, there are still 68 test papers for the nine subjects combined.

During the one-month winter vacation, I have to write at least two pages a day to finish it...

The good news is that there are reference answers at the back of the test paper.

The bad news is that many answers only have one answer and no solution process.

If it were Li Luo in his previous life, he would basically not even touch the winter and summer vacation homework.

I only started copying reluctantly a few days before school started.

And I was not very active in copying in the first few days.

It was not until the early morning of the last day that I began to write furiously and created a miracle.

But it's different now.

Now that he is truly standing at the top of a key middle school and looking down, Li Luo has even gradually come to appreciate the joy of learning.

Even when faced with so many test papers, I was able to do them with great interest.

Each study class lasts 40 minutes. Thanks to the help of the Memory Palace to mobilize knowledge, and the fact that the test papers themselves are very basic, he can basically finish two or three test papers.

At this speed, he can finish more than 20 test papers in one day.

By Friday evening, he had finished all 68 test papers, but he still felt a little unsatisfied.

"It's indeed much simpler than the exam questions. There aren't many difficult ones." Li Luo said this and put the completed test papers into the drawer, not planning to take them home.

Yan Zhusheng on the side was still a little distressed. She had written more than twenty test papers in three days, and there were more than forty waiting for her.

In this final exam, Yan Zhusheng ranked 187th in the whole school and also ranked in the top ten in the class, ranking exactly tenth.

It can be said that there has been considerable progress.

This is also thanks to Li Luo's careful teaching.

After all, whenever Yan Zhusheng encountered questions he couldn't answer, he would basically ask Li Luo, and Li Luo had the mentality of a poor student, so he would often break them down and explain all the small details clearly.

This brought Yan Zhusheng a lot of benefits, and his grades also steadily improved.

After all, she is going to be an art student in the future. With her current grades, she can be said to be in great demand among art students. As long as her art exam scores are not bad, she can choose any music conservatory in the country.

"Going to the rock club?" After the last class in the evening, Yan Zhusheng put away the winter vacation homework on the desk and turned to ask Li Luo.

Li Luo shook his head, stood up and said, "Let's go eat first. After dinner I have to go to the Literature Club. The Rock Club will wait until tomorrow, Saturday."

"Okay." Yan Zhusheng nodded, and then said, "The president may ask everyone today what you plan to eat for the dinner tomorrow. What do you want to eat?"

"Do you want anything to eat?"

"I want to eat the fried rice you made."

"Your request is a bit high. Change it to something that everyone can accept."

"Let's eat hot pot?" Yan Zhusheng tilted his head and asked, "Senior treated me to hot pot once before."

"When did you two sneak out to cook for yourself?" Li Luo raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"A long time ago."

The two of them walked out of the classroom while talking, waited for Ying Chanxi at the corridor entrance, and then met up with Xu Youyu on Houde Road.

The four of them went to the cafeteria to have dinner together. Ying Chanxi easily swiped Li Luo's meal card and sat down in the empty seat by the window with his plate.

After dinner, Yan Zhusheng went to the rock club alone to participate in club activities, while Li Luo and the other two went to the activity classroom of the literature club together.

As the president, Xu Youyu came on stage and said a few words briefly, then clapped his hands and said, "Winter vacation will start tomorrow, and we won't be able to see each other for more than a month."

"So before you say goodbye, write a blessing letter to your pen pal this semester."

"It can be a summary of this semester, a vision for the future, or an early Spring Festival blessing. The envelopes have been prepared for everyone."

Regarding the pen pal letters, ever since Li Luo became famous in school, more and more girls in the literature club started writing to him.

Almost every month, Li Luo receives five or six letters from these girls.

As the vice president of the literature club, Li Luo usually has to collect manuscripts, and it is not easy for him to avoid it. Every time he goes to collect manuscripts, he always receives a letter from a pen pal.

Even though Li Luo never replied to any of the messages, he couldn't resist the girls' initiative.

This made him somewhat stunned.

It is said that girls are reserved creatures. He had never seen so many girls full of subjective initiative in his previous life.

Of course, in addition to this, Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu would occasionally get excited and not talk properly and would insist on writing a letter for him to read.

It's nothing more than some small things in life, complaining and grumbling, and then sharing some interesting things in class.

As for interesting things at home, after all, the three of us live under the same roof and know each other well, so there is nothing much to say.

Li Luo would also reply seriously and talk about some things in Class 8.

For example, Zhang Guohuang, the gossip monger, spreads all kinds of school rumors in the class all day long.

A girl in a certain class was dating so-and-so, and then she broke up with so-and-so. But not even half a day after the breakup, she was dating so-and-so again.

Even in the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School, similar things are not uncommon.

There was even a boy with excellent academic performance who sneaked into the girls' dormitory in the middle of the night to celebrate his girlfriend's birthday. This scared the other girls so much that they reported him to the teacher, who then gave him a direct punishment.

Li Luo didn't pay much attention to these things in the past, but since Zhang Guohuang shared them in class all day long, he was forced to record them.

For example, Hua Xiuxiu and Lin Yuan, Ren Zheng and Fang Chen in the class all seemed somewhat interesting, so Li Luo just wrote about them casually in the letter because he was bored.

Now it’s the end of the semester and I have to write letters again.

Li Luo had no choice but to take out a pen and paper. While spinning the pen, he looked at Ying Chanxi next to him. As a result, he saw her solemnly take out a very exquisite fountain pen and spread the paper flat, which was very ceremonial. "Huh? You are really using it?" Li Luo glanced at the fountain pen in Ying Chanxi's hand and found that it was the one he won in the lottery at the New Year's Eve party. "Is it good?"

"It's very useful." Ying Chanxi said with a blush, "I used this pen to write you a letter last time. Didn't you notice?"

"Oh, no wonder the handwriting doesn't look like a black pen." Li Luo nodded suddenly, then smiled and said, "Then lend it to me when you're done. I'll see if it's comfortable for me."

"Tell me who you want to write to first?" Ying Chanxi looked at him warily, "Otherwise I won't lend it to you."

"It's just for you and Senior. I haven't written to anyone else."

"Really? I see you receive a lot of letters. But you haven't replied to any of them?" Ying Chanxi asked suspiciously.

"Obviously not." Li Luo shook his head and said, "I am very disappointed with your suspicion."

"Humph." Ying Chanxi pouted and turned his head away, "Who knows?"

"Will you lend it to me?"

"You can borrow the letter I gave you."

"That letter from senior sister is not okay? You are so stingy."

"It's none of your business. Use it if you want."

"Okay, then will you write it now? If not, write it for me first."

"Here." Ying Chanxi handed over the pen in his hand and reminded him again, "You can only write to my letter."

"understood."

Li Luo turned the pen in his hand. It was much heavier than his own pen and felt quite good.

Ying Chanxi took good care of it and it didn't seem like he used it often. At first glance, it looked like new.

After flattening the paper, Li Luo thought for a moment and then began to write quietly on it.

Ying Chanxi originally wanted to peek, but when Li Luo noticed it sharply, he blocked her eyes with his hands. She could only snort and pretend that she didn't want to look at all.

But he still glanced over there from time to time, but unfortunately he was blocked by Li Luo.

After a while, Li Luo finished writing the letter and pretended to spread out another piece of paper, as if he was about to write.

When Ying Chanxi saw this, he immediately reached out anxiously and snatched the pen back: "I told you to only write to me, don't cheat!"

Li Luo was just teasing her, and seeing her reaction, he held his chin up and chuckled, "I know, I know. Take it. You just want me to write with your credit pen, right?"

"No, no." Ying Chanxi stammered, "It's just that there is only so much ink in the pen. If you write one more letter, it might be used up. I left the ink bottle in class and didn't bring it with me."

"Oh, I see." Li Luo reluctantly believed Ying Chanxi's words and said with a smile, "Then hurry up and write. If there is any ink left after you finish, I will use it to write another letter to my senior sister."

"Go away." Ying Chanxi said with a dark face, "I will take a long time to write, you can go ahead and write yours."

The two continued writing letters while arguing.

Li Luo wrote very quickly. After finishing the two letters, he packed them in envelopes and put them away.

Ying Chanxi was still writing the letter to Li Luo. He paused from writing to writing, thinking for a long time, and carefully choosing each word.

While Li Luo was supporting his chin with his hand and watching her profile as she was writing a letter seriously, he received envelopes handed to him by several girls.

After politely thanking him, Li Luo put the letters away and also helped Ying Chanxi collect a few letters handed over by boys.

Naturally, Liu Shaowen is among them.

"Li Luo, have you asked the president?" Liu Shaowen handed the letter to Ying Chanxi's desk and asked in a very familiar manner, "I told you about our literature club dinner party during the exam last week."

"As I said, the president said that the literature club has too many members and it's difficult to organize a dinner party." Li Luo said, "It's better for everyone to arrange a dinner party among those they know personally."

"Then..." Liu Shaowen blinked at him, and his meaning was very clear.

But at this time, Ying Chanxi suddenly said: "I will go abroad to travel after the holiday, so I don't have time to go out for dinner."

"Well, that's how it is..." After hearing Ying Chanxi emphasize this matter again, Liu Shaowen had no choice but to lower his head and gave up his plan to ask Ying Chanxi out to play during the winter vacation.

Wait until about six in the evening.

Everyone in the activity room finished writing pen pal letters one after another, and after handing the letters to their pen pals, they said goodbye and left.

Ying Chanxi had finally finished his work at this time. After writing both letters, he carefully put them into envelopes.

Xu Youyu also stood up and walked down from the podium, handing each of them a letter: "Take it, it's time to go back to the classroom for evening self-study."

"Yes." Ying Chanxi nodded, and together with Li Luo, handed the two letters they wrote to the other two.

Then the three of them packed up the envelopes given to them by other students and returned to their respective classrooms with a full harvest.

"Another letter?"

Sitting by the window in the back row of Class 8's classroom, Yan Zhusheng saw him walk into the classroom with seven or eight letters and spread them out on the table, and immediately asked out of curiosity.

Before, some girls were too embarrassed to hand the letter to Li Luo directly, so they would go to the back door of Class 8 and randomly find a classmate to ask him to help pass the letter to Li Luo.

Occasionally, when Li Luo was not in the classroom, the students who received the envelope would pass the letter to Yan Zhusheng and ask her to deliver it on their behalf.

So Yan Zhusheng knew that Li Luo often received letters because she mentioned it when they were having meals and chatting at Bi Hai Lan Ting. That’s why Ying Chanxi knew the details.

"Well, I have to start reviewing memorials again." Li Luo rubbed his neck and sat down in his seat. "Fortunately, I have finished my homework, so I have nothing else to do in the evening."

When Yan Zhusheng heard this, he looked at Li Luo, then at the more than 40 test papers he had left, and immediately pursed his lips unhappily.

"Li Luo."

"Ok?"

"Can I write you a letter too?"

"You're not from the literature club, why are you writing a letter?" Li Luo looked at her strangely, "Just say what you want to say. You can't say anything that you want to scold me, right?"

Yan Zhusheng really thought about it for a while, then shook his head seriously: "I don't want to scold you, but there is something else."

"Then just say it directly. As long as it's not a curse, I like to hear it."

"No." Seeing that he was not interested, Yan Zhusheng simply buried his head in his homework. After class, he reminded him, "My flight is at 2 pm on the nd of next month. I should go to the airport in advance at noon."

"Number 2?" Li Luo recalled that Ying Chanxi seemed to have left on the 4th. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Nothing." Yan Zhusheng stood up, walked to Xu Yinghuan, patted her shoulder, and went to the bathroom together.

Li Luo laughed and shook his head, and put away the letters sent by other girls who had finished reading in the first class.

After the bell for the second class rang, he finally took out the letters written to him by Xu Youyu and Ying Chanxi, opened them and read them carefully.

(End of this chapter)