Vol 3 Chapter 6: 917

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was another wonderful time for relatives and friends to project communications. Everyone sat in their respective projection rooms, took out the fruits and started drinking tea.
Comrade Lu Jiande has a fourth cousin who works on the moon base also joined the call. His arrival drew unexplained cheers from the elders.
Uncle Lu Biao smiled. He was a kind middle-aged man. In his mediocre appearance, only the short stubble on the chin was the most eye-catching. He wore thick engineering glasses and the lenses were The blue one seemed to have his gaze loose and sluggish, especially to the children with a weird and inhuman feeling, so it was not very popular with juniors.
Uncle Deer greeted the big guy in the projection room, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion." He said some dry polite words, but his tone was very sincere.
The uncle with a smooth scalp greeted his four younger brothers. They all have a common father-Lu Tingchu, but it is obvious that the fourth child is the favorite of his own father, so that the cool boss on top of his head is weak every time he speaks in front of the fourth of.
"Come on? Are you good over there?" The boss suffocated his hometown accent.
"Very good, every day on the moon is Mid-Autumn Festival." The fourth child pushed his glasses and said something not very humorous, but it made everyone laugh. Lu Zhengkang didn't want to stay in the projection room, he wanted more Go to the balcony to watch the fireworks, but that would be rude.
Uncle Si Ciao has the highest academic qualifications, so out of his elder's responsibility, he has to pay attention to his junior's study.
At this time, it’s really turbulent. Lu Zhengkang’s cousin and cousins, all of them look unnatural, some are more nervous than panic, they will rub their hands, staring at the cousin without blinking, just like Some of the dogs waiting for food are very flustered. It is discouraging to see the appearance of a bereaved concubine. As for a baby like Lu Zhengkang's age, it can be fun, after all, he has not officially gone to school.
"Lupuyang."
Lu Zhengkang’s second cousin, the younger son of his uncle, sighed honestly. He is the oldest of the younger generations of scholars. Those who are older than him have worked, and the younger than him has not yet passed the college entrance examination. As a graduate student, bear the brunt of death.
"How many papers have been published this year?"
"Three articles, the instructor is strict."
"Oh, a little bit less. I will communicate with your mentor."
"Shi...Thanks Fourth Uncle."
The juniors had weird expressions, wanted to laugh, but didn't dare, they held back very hard.
Uncle Si Ciao twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and forgot to say that the reason why he was not liked by his nephews was also related to his poisonous tongue. Together with his cold and innocent stare, it can scare people to the separation of the mass. .
He must be hiding behind the high-tech glasses, he must be insinuating: This kid has only five combat effectiveness.
"Zhang Xichen."
Oh, it's the daughter of Lu Zhengkang's second uncle and a senior high school student. It seems that this year is going to be killed in turn in order of age.
"Here!" Xichen's cousin jumped up, her exaggerated reaction caused a roar of laughter. She blushed and sat down again, shaking like a chaff-sifting machine under the eyes of her mother.
"How many points do you think you can get on the college entrance examination?"
Here, everyone secretly said, what a classic must-kill stunt for high school students!
"Fives……"
"Ok?"
"Five er-uh, six, six, six hundred, one hundred."
"Go on."
"Oh." Cousin Xichen successfully shut herself down.
Lu Zhengkang watched with great interest the heroic soldiers. The more they lined up, the more painful they were. From the Cao army who was burned in the Red Cliff to the Allied troops swept by machine guns during the Normandy landing, they almost got up, died, and sat. Next, self-closing, a set of processes is easy and freehand.
"Lu Zhengkang."
"Huh?" Xiaolu classmate was dumbfounded.
The brothers and sisters laughed unkindly. Just now, your kid had the most joy. It's a reincarnation in heaven.
The cousin's eyes traced coldly in the air with the turning of his head. The little boys who passed by shook their sheep's body until Lu Zhengkang was firm, brave and unyielding. When his eyes were facing each other, his small face was full. It is a calm posture.
Good guy, the combat effectiveness of this larva is five hundred. Uncle Cousin's face straightened up, and Lu Zhengkang's face straightened up, everyone only felt an invisible air current surging in the projection room.
Cousin Pu Yang was shocked. His three-year-old and 264-month-old young heart roared: "Ah, their style of painting is above ours! It's incredible, oh my god, is this the strong? The world? I was so scared that I had to turn over the tomato and cheese pasta in my hands on the cold pine wood floor and the rich soup splashed on my boots! And why would I say such a second-degree line? Hey!"
Cousin Xichen covered her eyes, "This light! Ah, it's so dazzling! Just a confrontation with momentum has such a power! Teasing the strong, terrifying!"
"Uh..."
"Awsl..."
The rest of the brothers and sisters also played enthusiastically.
Old Mr. Lu Tingchu patted the table and coughed, "Weird shape, what kind of look, sit down."
The juniors put away their strange faces, sat upright, and stared at Lu Zhengkang. Although their faces were expressionless, their eyes were very happy.
Lu Zhengkang: ←_←
"This year is going to school, right." One piece of five.
"Hmm." A piece of seven.
Just now it was loose time.
"Kindergarten can't relax, are you learning English?" Three Belts One
"! (Of course! I also take three and one.
"How long does it take to study a day?" One to ten.
"Twelve hours." One to two.
"Are you tired?" I can't afford it.
"Not tired at all." Shunzi.
Lu Zhengkang looked at the cards in his hand, then looked at the opposite side, and shouted in his heart: "Seventeen cards, can you beat me? I'll eat the projector on the spot!"
"Then study for two more hours." Wang Zhi.
"Huh?" Sorry.
"You can learn more at a young age. You don't need to watch games or cartoons. You can also study online. This way, you can study for thirteen or four hours a day and go to bed and get up early.
Lu Zhengkang, died.
...
At 7:30 in the evening, Lu Zhengkang was ordered to return to the house to sleep. The dejected classmate Xiaolu got into the bed, then took out the phone and played happily.
Adult chatting is annoying!
It’s the most fun to send emails with friends.
Su Xiangli posted a selfie, with an epoxy pendant hanging on Bai Shengsheng's neck, Lu Zhengkang frowned, and it was better as a desk decoration.
Qiu Qiongzhu said that the pony is very beautiful~EbookFREE.me~Lu Zhengkang: This is called a deer.
Zhang Yingxuan: This thing is so fun :-) Lu Zhengkang: As long as you like it (children are so funny).
The bedroom door was knocked suddenly, and Lu Zhengkang hid the phone under the pillow and covered the quilt to pretend to sleep.
Sun Hui walked in and turned on the light. The bright light shined through Lu Zhengkang's eyelids, which was pale red.
Sitting on the head of the bed, the mother gently stroked Lu Zhengkang's face with her fingers, "Asleep?"
"Yeah." Lu Zhengkang replied subconsciously.
"Puff ha ha ha!" Sun Hui smiled and bent over, her broad white forehead pressed against Lu Zhengkang's forehead. His mother's breathing was hot, reminding Lu Zhengkang of the noon breeze when he was in Zhongshan Park.
"You don't need to listen to your uncle, he is different from us, you worked hard enough. Huh? Did you hear?"
"No—heard!" Lu Zhengkang was itchy cheeks by the heat from Sun Hui's mouth, he chuckled, twisted his body, and shook his head left and right.
"Oh, squeak..." Sun Hui went to scratch his son's armpit, making a funny sound in her mouth, scaring Lu Zhengkang's eyes wide, and angrily got her body under the covers.
"Come out. Mom won't tickle you."
"I do not believe--"
"Haha, Kangkang goes to bed early, mother is gone, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"Preserved egg porridge."
"Row."
When the mother left, the sensor light went out automatically.
The bright moonlight outside and the gorgeous glow of the city's fireworks projected in from the windows, diagonally illuminating the foot of the small bed.
Lu Zhengkang got his head out of the bed.
He heard...
The roar of empty rail trains in the clouds.
It's like floating in a dream.
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