I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 193 Mingde Juku High School 7

Song Guicheng breathed a sigh of relief. Out of caution, he still flipped through his notes. Sure enough, he saw the usage of "as" in the knowledge points of the first year of high school, but his memory was very confusing and he even mixed up the two.

He moved his wrist and changed the sentence, and it looked much better.

A class ends with the alternation of the teacher's lecture and the sound of writing on the blackboard. During the 10-minute break, the students become active again, and the sounds of laughter and play can blow the roof off.

Song Guicheng made a new discovery in the belly of the table: a test report card.

He scanned the subjects one by one, and was amazed in his heart. This person was not biased towards any subject. He was equally bad in every subject and his scores were not acceptable at all.

Song Guicheng stuffed the report card back and was about to take out the math book when a pair of black soft-soled sneakers suddenly appeared in his sight.

He paused and looked up.

Suzuki Yukina stared at him with tired and lifeless eyes. Her eyes were empty as if all the life had been drained away, and even her pretty face seemed dull.

"Suzuki, is there something wrong?" Song Guicheng stepped back a little and kept some distance from her.

Suzuki Yukina pointed her thin, pale finger at the English notebook on his desk and said, "Can you lend me your notebook?"

She spoke slowly, with subtle pauses, as if she had to think about each word, and you had to listen carefully to form a coherent sentence.

"Okay." Song Guicheng handed her the red notebook.

"Thank you."

Suzuki Yukina tilted her head, and her black hair swayed with her movement. Her pale fingers pinched the bright red notebook, and her blue veins were clearly visible through the thin leather, creating a strange beauty.

Then he dragged his lame leg and limped back to his seat.

Song Guicheng took a closer look. Except for her legs, everything else about her was almost perfect. She had fair skin, delicate features, and a well-proportioned figure. Just like the name Xue Na, pure and beautiful.

It's a pity that beauty is accompanied by disability, and destruction always comes faster than beauty. Her dual attributes make her taste bullying before she reaps sweetness, and the flowers are crushed underfoot before they even bloom.

Song Guicheng pinched his eyebrows and looked at her staggering figure, feeling a little bit of pity in his heart. However, this feeling did not last long, as the bell rang and he was pushed to attend the next class.

The high school mathematics courses in China are more in-depth and extensive than those in Japan, and the difficulty of the two is not on the same level, but they will learn basic calculus knowledge in high school.

Song Guicheng supported his head with one hand and listened to the math teacher explaining the basic formulas of calculus. There were densely packed letters on the blackboard, and at first glance, he thought the English class was not over yet.

He changed to a black-leather notebook in his hand, which was also as thick as a brick, and also recorded the math knowledge of the first year of high school, and the same copying from books + the blackboard + every word the teacher said.

This learning method is not completely without merit, but "Song Guicheng" is not very good at extracting key points, nor is he good at understanding. He always copies the wrong book due to lack of concentration, and sometimes the results of example questions are wrong but correct.

The result was that I spent a lot of time, but I only got 1 points in total for Mathematics 2 and Mathematics 200, out of a total of 58.

He is the worst of the worst students.

When Song Guicheng saw the score on the test sheet, his eyelids twitched a few times. That score was too shocking. Even if his math score in the college entrance examination was cut in half, it would still be higher than 58.

Most of the students in this class gave up on this course. Some dozed off while leaning on the desk, some secretly played with their cell phones, and some read comic books. Everyone generally believed that instead of wasting time on math that they didn't understand, it would be better to do something that made them happy.

The teacher was talking nonstop at the podium while the students were doing their own things below, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious for a while.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the door behind Song Guicheng was kicked open, causing a gust of wind.

Watanabe and Nakano barged into the classroom from the back door as if no one was around, and sat down in their seats with a swagger, completely ignoring the teacher and other students in class.

When passing by Song Guicheng, Zhongye's body hit him hard. Song Guicheng crashed into the table, and his ribs were hit by the corner of the table, causing him to groan in pain.

He raised his eyes and looked at Nakano. The coldness and disgust in his eyes were clearly visible. Nakano was actually frightened by that look and felt a chill on the back of his neck.

When I looked over again, Song Guicheng had already lowered his head, rubbing his ribs and stomach without saying a word, like a punching bag.

Nakano shrugged and thought indifferently: I must have just seen it wrong, what can that loser do to me.

The math teacher was a fussy old scholar, very old, with all his hair grey. He was very dissatisfied with the two's behavior and criticized them harshly: "Watanabe, Nakano, please come in after you finish your report next time and don't disturb other students!"

Nakano slumped down in his seat and retorted with a playful smile: "No one is listening to the class, teacher. You should change your glasses. He was playing with his phone and you thought he was taking notes."

Nakano kicked the boy's desk next to him, and a black cell phone flew out from the desk.

The students burst into laughter. The math teacher was so angry that his beard was shaking. He slammed the table with a ruler to make them quiet down: "Continue the class!"

Song Guicheng never stopped writing, but his attention was not at all on the complicated formulas and calculations. His mind drifted far away along with the old teacher's hoarse voice.

When he first returned to school, his grades were not good.

He had rested for too long and had lost a lot of memory due to a severe blow. Even if he had not forgotten the basic knowledge, he could not keep up with the learning progress of other students.

However, for some unknown reason, when Song Yujie asked him, he gave up the idea of ​​starting over and instead continued to study in the same grade with children of the same age.

"Xiao Cheng, are you afraid that some students will bully you?" Song Yujie did not refute his thoughts after hearing his thoughts, but listened to his thoughts patiently, with a gentle light in his sapphire eyes, full of concern, "Don't worry, I will help you take care of everything."

Song Guicheng grabbed the hem of his clothes, shook his head, and answered seriously: "No, brother, I want to grow up quickly so that I can help you."

At that time, he stubbornly believed that if he started over again, he would be tripped by time and left far behind by his brother. He could only look at his lonely back and enjoy the world he supported, but would never be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him and share the burden on his shoulders.

He doesn't want to grow up again. He wants to keep moving forward and catch up with the gap created by time so that his brother can one day be protected like his younger brother.

Little Song Guicheng already had a very firm idea in his mind: to grow up to be a great adult and protect his brother all his life.

So when other children were watching cartoons or playing computer games, he was taking extra classes, doing exercises, and learning textbook knowledge. When other children were running and playing in parks and amusement parks, he was practicing calligraphy, learning to draw, and practicing piano.

I listen to English radio before going to bed at night and listen to world history before getting up and washing up in the morning.

He was recommended for admission before the college entrance examination, but he still took the exam and won the first place as expected. His classmates exclaimed with envy, saying that he was indeed a genius.

They all forgot that Song Guicheng had no monthly rest or winter and summer vacations. His free time was fully scheduled for horse riding, archery, swimming and reading. He persevered and tried his best.

True geniuses are rare, and there are more people who try their best.

It rained lightly on the day of the college entrance examination, and the drizzle was lingering, like the endless tears of a lover. Song Guicheng looked at the wallpaper on his phone that changed from a double to a single, smiled faintly, and felt like a burden was lifted from his heart.

He became the adult he imagined himself to be, but his brother was no longer the same brother he once was.

But he never had a new life to grow up.

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By the time Song Guicheng completely broke free from the cage of memories, a whole morning had passed. The clock at the back of the classroom pointed to 11:50, and it was lunch time for the students.

The seats in the cafeteria are in high demand, and there will be no seats if you go late. Students flock out and run towards the two-story building behind the teaching building.

Nakano stood up from the table, pulled down his shrunk school uniform, and called out to Watanabe: "Boss, let's go and eat."

He habitually ordered Song Guicheng: "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and save a seat for me in the cafeteria!"

Song Guicheng was unmoved and didn't even look at him.

Nakano pounded the table and laughed in anger: "Oh, you have someone backing you up, so you're getting bolder, right?"

Watanabe ignored him and Nakano, and left the classroom through the back door. He seemed to be indifferent to what happened this morning, but Song Guicheng could see that he just didn't want to dirty his hands, using Nakano and his younger brother as pawns while he sat back.

This person is definitely much more ferocious than the cowardly Nakano.

Seeing this, Nakano hurriedly chased after him. When he passed by Song Guicheng, he wanted to use the same trick again, but he was dodged and instead he hit the table due to gravity.

"You!!" He stood up angrily, rubbed his stomach, and kicked Song Guicheng.

Zhongye originally thought that Song Guicheng would dodge, but he didn't expect him to not dodge or evade. He staggered after being kicked and fell off the chair. He leaned against the wall, covering his legs and gasping for breath.

His eyes were half covered by his black hair, revealing his soft jawline and thin chin. His bloodless lips were pursed as if he was in great pain.

Zhongye got up and tried to kick again, but a slender and powerful hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. He weighed 200 pounds, but he was carried away like a drowned dog.

Pei Shuangjin was facing away from the light, so his expression could not be seen clearly. His profile was stern, and his cold voice contained anger: "What are you doing?"

Nakano looked at the pitiful Song Guicheng on the ground in disbelief, then looked at the furious Pei Shuangjin behind him, and his worldview was shattered.

It has always been Nakano who has been the one to slander others, but today he was slandered by others.

It’s not quite accurate to say that he was slandering her, because he was really bullying Song Guicheng.

"Fuck it, you're pretending to be your mother!" He was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He just wanted to rush over and slap Song Guicheng twice.

Pei Shuang fought back by kicking him away with great force. Zhongye crashed onto the table, and before he could react, a black notebook hit him on the head. The notebook was like a brick, and it hit him hard, causing him to see dizzy with pain.

The head is not as big as the body, with so much fat to protect him from damage, Zhong Ye was confused. He was used to bullying others by relying on his size, and he was arrogant again two days after being beaten by Pei Shuangjin last time.

This time, Pei Shuangjin showed no mercy to him. He picked up Song Guicheng's notebook and smashed it hard on his head, face and chin.

"Brother, brother, I was wrong, let me go, let me go." He felt the severe pain on his face and begged for mercy.

Pei Shuangjin ignored him, he was so angry that he couldn't suppress it.

He was a usually calm person and didn't like to solve problems with violence. But when he saw Song Guicheng lying on the side in pain, it was as if a switch of negative emotions was turned on, and he just wanted to vent it out without any care.

He grabbed Nakano's collar, put the notebook back safely, clenched his fists and swung them hard, each punch hitting the flesh and making a dull sound.

How dare you? How dare you lay hands on him? Do you deserve to be called a human being? Do you deserve to live as a scum, a scoundrel, and a jerk?

Pei Shuangjin's heart was filled with strong emotions, which he had never experienced in the previous seventeen years of his life. It was as if huge waves were rising from the calm surface of the water, hitting his heart again and again.

It's novel, but not annoying.

"stop fighting."

Song Guicheng spoke.

If you hit me again, I will kill me.

Pei Shuang was stunned for a moment and stopped what he was doing. Zhongye took this opportunity to crawl out of the classroom.

He turned his head and looked at Song Guicheng. His superior brow bones cast a shadow on his face. There was still anger in his eyes, and his neat school uniform was wrinkled.

Song Guicheng had never seen such a human side in this god, nor had he seen such worldly touch in his indifferent divinity.

But he was not happy, because this meant that Wu Zhi was getting further and further away from God. It also meant that his power was being lost more and more, and he was getting closer to his fall.

He has no entity, and the result of losing his power is not to become a human, but to dissipate between heaven and earth.

Song Guicheng blinked hard and swallowed the sour emotions that were surging up.

"Are you OK?"

Pei Shuangjin stretched out his hand to check his condition, but was held by Song Guicheng.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the warm, bright orange light generously sprinkled through the sparse clouds, but was too stingy to illuminate the classroom.

Pei Shuangjin's hands turned red due to the rebound of the force, and Song Guicheng rubbed them for him: "Next time, use my notebook to hit someone. It will hurt if you hit yourself with your hands."

Song Guicheng's eyelashes drooped, and a shadow covered his eyes, which added a bit of fragility to his fair face.

The touch of his hand was very gentle, just enough to soothe the pain, like a feather scraping across Pei Shuangjin's heart. He replied, "Okay."

With a "swish" sound, the tables and chairs in the classroom collided, making a noise.

The two of them then realized that Suzuki Yukina was still sitting in her seat. She stood beside the desk, only turning her head to look at the two of them, with that empty look in her eyes, staring at their clasped hands, and then looking at their faces.

Although this gaze was abrupt, it did not feel offensive, because she seemed to be looking, but also seemed to be looking at nothing.

Song Guicheng responded with a very faint smile: "Suzuki, do you need us to help bring back lunch?"

Suzuki didn't answer, turned his head back and took out a lunch box from his schoolbag.