Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 117 Zhai Da and I Are the Same
The eight-kilometer journey under the clouds and moonlight is not difficult for Zhai Da now.

His basic morning run is five kilometers every day, and if he needs to "break his physical limit", he will run several times more than that.

The only difference is that there is no sunlight during night running, so the enhanced oxygenation ability of the [Extreme Wristband] cannot take effect.

He was breathing harder than usual.

On the way back, his cell phone kept vibrating as if it was in new energy mode. Zhai Da took a look and saw all kinds of inquiries, from people he knew and didn't know. He was even @ed dozens of times in various QQ groups.

They were all about asking about estimated scores. Apart from replying to messages from Lu Siwen and Wu Yue while waiting for the red light, I simply ignored the others and turned the phone to mute.

At a pace of about 5.5, Zhai Da returned home nearly fifty minutes later.

"Hoohoo. I'm back!"

Yu Xiaoli was watching TV and immediately stood up and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. How do you estimate the score?"

Although he knew the result in the morning, Zhai Da still wanted to tell the good news in person. He cleared his throat and said, "Not much, about 450 points."

Yu Xiaoli repeated, "450? Isn't that higher than Xiaowei's 'three models'?!"

The smile on his face was harder to suppress than Namo Gatlin.

"Is the estimated score accurate? What's the difference between the general score and the official score?"

"More than a dozen teachers held a one-day meeting to review and judge the papers. This is the most rigorous estimation method. If the marking teachers are more relaxed, the estimate can be higher."

"What about volunteering?"

"There are no more aspirations. Various colleges and universities will compete for your son. I have become their aspiration."

This was a bit of an exaggeration, but there was nothing wrong with it. Although he was not sure how many points the top scorer had, he clearly remembered that the score line for Peking University and Tsinghua University this year was 415, which was 35 points higher than the highest score line for universities in the country. He was definitely qualified to be competed for by top universities.

When you are strong enough, it is not you who is applying to the university, but the university that is applying to you.

Yu Xiaoli was delighted, but she did not forget that there was a child waiting for her: "Xiao Wei is in your room. You must have brought the answer back. Go and calculate it for her too."

Back in the small room, Lu Wei was reading quietly in the small prison. According to Zhai Da's assignment, she was preparing lessons for the "tutoring job" which she had no idea where to go.

Zhai Da took off his coat and said ostentatiously, "Guess how many points I got?"

Lu Wei turned around calmly: "450 heard it."

"No big deal, you were so calm as if you didn't hear anything. You weren't shocked at all."

Lu Wei thought about it and felt that it was indeed not right.

Then he raised his two tender white hands, placed them straight in front of his chest, and started patting.

"Pah, pah, congratulations."

Zhai Da:.
“Why are there onomatopeia?”

Lu Wei said calmly: "I am being humorous, am I not?"

People really smile when they are speechless.

At the same time, a few kilometers away, is the only villa community in Dongyang County.

Qian Yarong came back from a business trip in Shanghai, exhausted. The first thing she asked after entering the house was, "Is Siwen home?"

Taking Qian Yarong's coat, Aunt Liu said respectfully, "You came back this afternoon. Are you studying English in your room now?"

After the college entrance examination, Lu Siwen was under "semi-house arrest". Of course, the reason was: to let her actively prepare to study abroad and not to indulge herself just because the college entrance examination was over.

That very expensive and good-looking TOEFL teacher also went from coming a few times a week to being a permanent resident in Dongyang.

At present, Lu Siwen has not expressed a strong desire to resist.

However, Qian Yarong is still busy with work, and has not yet realized that her daughter has already secretly lifted her "seal" which was full of loopholes.

Not only was contact with the outside world no longer an obstacle, he often sent messages to "Classmate Zhai" and would come out in the middle of the night to secretly take away the power cord of the rice cooker.
That is the same type as the computer power cord, and the quality is better
Lu Siwen did not even delay the daily operation and maintenance of the blog.

Lu Zetao obviously knew something about this, but the head of the family never said anything, so no one knew what his plans were.

Although going abroad was "a foregone conclusion", the college entrance examination results were also very important. Qian Yarong thought about it and decided to ask her husband first and then go find her daughter.

"Where's Ze Tao?"

"Mr. Lu came back at three in the afternoon and has been in the study."

Qian Yarong came to the study and was about to push the door when she suddenly heard a strange noise coming from inside.

The study room itself has a very strong soundproofing effect, but faint sounds can still be heard at this time.

"Snap". "Snap". "Snap".
Qian Yarong was silent for a while, then suddenly pushed the door open with such speed and force that "negative pressure" even appeared inside and outside the door, making a whistling sound of wind.

Then I saw Lu Zetao sitting behind the tea table in the study, neatly dressed, with red eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

There was a pile of napkins on the tea table. His hands were clapping slowly and vigorously.

This scene contains too much information and is too abstract.

Qian Yarong was stunned for a long time before saying:

"Husband, what are you doing?"

Lu Zetao was still immersed in deep sorrow. He sniffed and said in a hoarse voice: "Nothing. I just applaud the power of literature."

He got the second half of the "catch-up version" yesterday and read it on the same day.

But...when I read to the end, I didn't dare to read on.

So sad.
Although judging from the tone of the writing, this work is destined not to have a happy ending, Lu Zetao still didn't dare to turn to the last few pages.

After get off work today, I finally had a pot of tea and a book and made up my mind to open it.

I thought things would be better after a day and I was mentally prepared, but I didn't expect it to be hit hard in my heart.

The plot of the novel was now turning over and over in his mind. He wanted to come up with a word or two to praise it, but his thoughts were so chaotic that he couldn't organize the words.

Finally, he sighed:

“That’s fucking awesome!”

He was originally worried that the second half of "Lü Tu Man Man" would not be as amazing as the "first half". After all, it was only a few days after the college entrance examination, and the young man had already written tens of thousands of words.

This speed is not like that of a writer, even he can't do it this fast
But now he retracts his previous judgment. The second half is far better than the previous one, and it can even be said to be a qualitative leap.

Qian Yarong sighed, thinking that her husband's literary youth problem had come back again.
After seeing that the book was a photocopy, he frowned slightly: "Is this written by that kid named Zhai again? Are you still in touch?"

I was trying to prevent my daughter from getting involved with that kid like I would a thief, but you, as a father, became his number one fan?
Am I just guarding against loneliness?

"Forget it. Siwen, what are the estimated scores today? I sent you a message but you didn't reply."

Lu Zetao heaved a sigh of relief: "The result is very good, a huge improvement compared to the third mock exam. 410 points."

Qian Yarong's face immediately showed joy: "Really? Such a big improvement? This is really good news!"

Lu Zetao put on a vague smile and said, "Does it matter? Although foreign universities will also refer to domestic college entrance examination scores, it is not the main point after all. 410 or 380 are the same over there. It is not as effective as a letter of recommendation."

Qian Yarong paused, unable to find an excuse to refute for a moment.

"I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to find Siwen."

Lu Zetao reminded: "Siwen is in a bad mood, you should be careful with your words."

Qian Yarong was puzzled: "Why would you be in a bad mood when your estimated score is 410?"

Lu Zetao simply raised the "book" in his hand, leaving Qian Yarong speechless.

A few seconds later, Qian Yarong, who had just left, turned back and said, "By the way, has the new computer I asked Xiao Wang to buy arrived? I need it tonight."

Lu Zetao said calmly: "We are restocking."

This is the truth.

Qian Yarong had no choice but to leave again.

Lu Zetao took a tissue and wiped his tears again.

He is now very much looking forward to what kind of response this book will cause when it appears on the market.

Tomorrow, Phoenix Media in Jinling should be able to receive the manuscript. Given the quality of this book, they will definitely increase their efforts in publicity and printing.
This summer, the boy named Zhai Da will eventually leave his name behind.

In any way.

Lu Siwen did not see Zhai Da at school, but the news that someone at the Woolen Textile Middle School estimated the score to be 450 had spread among various student groups and also reached his ears through Lu Siwen.

"Are all the talents really gathered in one person? Or will geniuses succeed in everything they do?"

His perception of Zhai Da became increasingly complex, and he adjusted his "prejudgment" of the young man several times.

Thinking of his daughter's little thoughts that even she couldn't understand, and the recent strange atmosphere between mother and daughter at home, Lu Zetao sighed.

Alas~ It’s not a good thing for a dazzling person to appear too early.

Just like when Qian Yarong met me back then.

He suddenly realized that he and Zhai Da were the same kind of people.

"It's troublesome"

(End of this chapter)