Chapter 902 Training
"Loneliness is a person's carnival."
Li Ang's eyes were out of focus, his back pressed against the back of the chair, looking at the red wine glass held between three fingers, and said lightly: "The more niche your taste is, the less you appreciate the things, emotions, and art that follow the trend. The deeper your understanding, the fewer people will resonate with you, and the distance between you and the crowd will naturally become wider and wider.”
"Why do you say that? What do you do? What is the purpose of saying this, who ordered you, and what is your motive? If you can't answer, I'm sorry, I can only give you a failing grade this time."
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 her headphones, looked at the familiar music app on the screen of her mobile phone, and raised her eyebrows, "Let's turn on the cloud suppression mode in broad daylight."
"You do not understand."
Li Ang shook his head and swung the wine glass with three fingers. The Coke bubbles in the glass rose up, and some of them stuck to the wall of the glass, disappearing and regenerating. "Every confused teenager who is confident but has low self-esteem in adolescence has the dream of becoming a writer.
Whenever I listen to a song, I can't help but imagine the mood of those who have also listened to the song, whether it is sadness, joy, numbness, bitterness, or peace.
I want to use a pen to summarize their lives and write about their joys and sorrows.
I call it an innate literati temperament. "
"Is this the reason why when you were a child, you used compositions such as "My Father, the District Chief", "My Uncle Chairman of the Listed Company", "My Auntie the Newspaper President", etc. to defraud primary and secondary school students in this city for their newspaper composition fees?"
Wang Congshan snorted coldly and exposed Li Ang's background mercilessly.
This is the disadvantage of childhood sweethearts, being too familiar - in fact, Li Ang doesn't want to do that, but Yin City's primary and secondary school students' composition fees are quite large.
If you don’t make your own money and eat good food, how can you guarantee nutrition and fitness.
"How can a cultured person use the word lie?"
Li Ang curled his lips helplessly, "At least what I write has smooth sentences, gorgeous rhetoric, well-organized structure, and the writing style is of the highest quality.
The reading comprehension article was almost selected for the Yin City middle and high school Chinese language test paper, so it was natural for it to be published in the newspaper.
Failure to publish is a secret investment, and talent is buried.
In addition, how do I remember that you used to eat the yellow croaker noodles, crab meat dumplings, and plain pan-fried fish that I paid for with royalties, and you were very happy with them? "
"I only ate it once, okay? And I paid for the milk tea and taxi fare when shopping, so it counts as AA, okay?"
Wang Congshan rolled her eyes and accidentally glanced at Li Ang's test paper spread out on the table, and her eyes twitched.
Just now, the results of the last multi-school mock exam before the final exam came out.
Li Ang scored close to full marks again, one point higher than a certain genius from another high school, ranking first in the city, and making the head teacher and grade director look bad.
When the blackboard newspaper for outstanding students at the end of the semester was produced, his photo could be seen hanging on the blackboard at the school entrance (by the way, Li Ang's personal motto for outstanding students is "As long as we don't stop, the road ahead will continue")
Hmm... According to Wang Congshan's understanding of Li Ang, he must have slept in class, been late, and left early too many times recently, and he felt a little guilty. He wanted to do better in the exam this time in exchange for some "privileges."
"If you say yes, then you don't have to quibble."
Li Ang made a gesture of surrender with both hands, suddenly attacked, took the test paper from Wang Congshan's table, and blocked the "clicking" of the ashamed and angry Wang Congshan with one hand.
He glanced at the scores of each subject on the test paper, shook his head and sighed: "That's it?
Girl, your grades are not very good. It’s time to be your senior year of high school, and the 365-day countdown to the pep rally is waving to you.
Do you want to consider asking me to be your tutor? "
"Go away, I can't afford this."
Wang Congshan took the test paper and said with an angry expression, "I'm so annoyed."
She stuffed the test paper back into the drawer, crossed her arms in front of her, and muttered: "Mock test...do the results of the mock test count?"
Damn it, if it weren’t for the lack of sleep recently..."
Li Ang grinned,
Wang Congshan said that the reason he couldn't afford one was that his salary as a tutor had increased recently - because of the curriculum reform, primary and secondary school students in Yin City now have to carry out comprehensive adaptive education.
To put it simply, primary and secondary school students now also need to learn simple knowledge about disaster prevention, disaster reduction, self-rescue and first aid, so as to know what to do when a disaster occurs.
In addition, the school also encourages students to learn programming, mechanical invention and production, and even equestrian, experience driving, etc.
These courses have been included in the examination and the scores are calculated seriously.
From the perspective of parents, this kind of quality education undoubtedly increases the burden on parents and invisibly widens the class gap (where do ordinary families have the energy and financial resources to enroll their children in equestrian classes)?
However, this time's education reform has a formal and serious attitude and huge subsidies.
The school is under the supervision and command of the Special Affairs Bureau and can provide a good quality education environment without parents having to worry too much.
Only a handful of parents with sufficient financial resources would be inexplicably anxious and offer Li Ang a higher salary so that he could tutor their children in programming...
Nowadays, the information barrier between ordinary people and extraordinary people is getting higher and higher.
Extraordinary people know that the fundamental reason for the undercurrents in the real world is that the form of the killing game is not very optimistic, or it is very serious.
However, ordinary people can only get the details from information channels, and they feel that something is getting more and more wrong, and their hearts are impetuous without knowing the reason.
"Speaking of which, if I ignite the divine fire and become an official god, can I extend my divine power to ordinary people and open a [Lord of Flesh and Swamp Divine Arts Training Course]?
If you enroll in a cram school and study hard, you will be able to comprehend divine magic and become a transcendent person.
A cram school like that would definitely be extremely popular. "
Li Ang looked at the scenery outside the window and said in boredom: "Hmm... It seems like we don't have to wait for the gods, and classes can start now.
What about ripple breathing, alchemy, psychic powers?
At my current level, it is more than enough to teach ordinary people some basic strength systems.
Well, thinking about it this way, it seems that the Special Affairs Bureau has not promoted the popularization of extraordinary powers.
It is because there is not a suitable enough power system (it must meet the conditions of low threshold, high potential, easy spread, no side effects, mild and controllable, etc.),
Or are they worried that extraordinary power will spread rapidly in a short period of time and affect social order?
The possibility of the latter should be greater at present.
But when the door opens, will they still be able to hold on..."
Li Ang flicked the eraser and stared at the window in a daze. He didn't care about the ringing of the school bell or the class teacher Shi Qingsong who walked into the classroom with a serious face.