EFB Chapter 41 The Diary That Cannot Be Published
Chapter 41 The Diary That Cannot Be Published
Before going to bed at night.
Liu Qianqian lay on the lower bunk and tapped on the metal frame.
"Langlang, are you asleep?"
"not yet."
"It's so hot! Aren't you hot? The curtains are drawn and the fan can't blow any air in."
"Then draw back the curtain."
"There are mosquitoes when you open it."
"Then use a fan, don't you have one?"
"You fan me."
"Heh...heh..."
"Haha, your snoring sounds like a little pig!"
Hearing that Chen Lang was pretending to be asleep, Liu Qianqian couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Chen Lang ignored her and continued to pretend to be asleep and snore.
Liu Qianqian then began talking to herself.
"Let me tell you, I saw something really funny on TV today..."
She chattered on, sharing some interesting things that happened to her that day.
When she said she was sleepy, she tapped the iron frame again.
"You annoying Langya, I'm going to sleep."
Goodnight, my wife.
The snoring from the upper floor stopped abruptly.
"snort!"
Chen Lang reached out and pulled down the light cord hanging above the bed.
With a snap.
The room was plunged into darkness.
……
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The alarm clock rang precisely on time with the call of a cuckoo.
Chen Lang, who was on the upper bunk, rubbed his eyes and sat up. He was wearing a white tank top and gray shorts.
He yawned, too lazy to even get off the ladder.
He jumped down from the upper bunk, which was nearly two meters high, with a light leap.
The hard work of the past two years has paid off.
He glanced down at the location of the slippers, then kicked them away.
The slipper flew up and hit the edge of the bed with a loud "Duang".
With a flick of the toes, it slipped right into the slippers that popped out.
"Get up."
There was no sound from the lower bunk.
Chen Lang kicked it again, but there was still no response.
He yawned, shuffled out of the house, and went into the bathroom.
Good morning, Grandma and Grandpa.
"Hey, Langya is awake."
Grandma's voice came from the kitchen.
After he finished washing up, brushing his teeth, and washing his face, he returned to his room.
The lazybones on the lower bunk is still not making a sound.
Chen Lang sighed and walked over, pulling open the gauze curtain.
Facing the figure hugging a pillow, holding a palm-leaf fan, with only a small bottom showing.
He raised his hand and slapped her.
Snapped.
The buttocks are bouncy and make a crisp sound.
"get up!"
That slap was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
Liu Qianqian's morning grumpiness is extraordinary.
She closed her eyes and made dissatisfied babbling sounds.
The palm-leaf fan in her hand flew over.
Two soft, white feet, like whirlwinds, kicked wildly at him.
Chen Lang yawned, using one hand to block and deflect attacks from both sides.
He would occasionally grab one of her feet and tickle the sole of her foot.
"Get up quickly, it's time for breakfast."
"Ugh! You're so annoying!"
Liu Qianqian finally couldn't stand his annoyance anymore.
She suddenly leaped out of bed, like an enraged tigress, and pounced directly on Chen Lang.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
The two men started fighting in that small room.
Back and forth.
That set of moves, known as the "Eighteen Styles of Sisi Langlang," was performed quite skillfully.
Each time the two of them hit each other, they had to add sound effects.
"ha!"
"Whoa!"
The aroma of egg pancakes from outside wafted in.
Chen Lang let out an exaggerated "Ah!" and slipped, falling to the ground as Liu Qianqian tackled him.
Liu Qianqian pounced on him like a tiger, straddling his back with an air of smug satisfaction, striking a pose like Wu Song fighting a tiger, and punching his back with her little fists.
"I'll teach you to bully me! I'll teach you to bully me!"
Grandma's voice came from outside.
"Dinner's ready! What are you two little devils doing in there again?"
The two of them stopped laughing and ran out of the room one after the other.
I've had breakfast.
It is a fixed study time.
Chen Lang has already completed all the courses for the first year of high school through self-study.
But I got stuck in my second year of high school.
The math, physics, and chemistry textbooks for the second year of high school were like gibberish.
He had long forgotten those complicated formulas and theories.
Moreover, the textbooks of this era differed considerably from those of later generations.
He could only lament.
Without a cheat code, where would the culture come from?
It seems that the "academic star" persona can only be maintained until junior high school.
Liu Qianqian, on the other hand, is a normal seven-year-old child.
She didn't have the advantage of being reborn like Chen Lang.
With Chen Lang's guidance, her learning progress far surpassed that of her peers.
She was precocious, intelligent, and had a calm demeanor.
Otherwise, if you go to the US to study in high school at the age of 10, you can complete your high school credits ahead of time.
Is it possible to get into the Beijing Film Academy at the age of 15? And even get the highest grade in the class for the outstanding graduate thesis?
She's a true academic genius.
She has already fully mastered the knowledge at the sixth-grade level.
It can read most children's books fluently and can also use a diary to record its own life.
This is the content of the diary...
"July 12th, Sunny: Today the sun is shining brightly... After waking up from my nap at noon, my brother and I started another epic battle."
"He hit me with a move called 'Old Fool Backs Up the Car,' but I wasn't scared at all. I knocked him down with a move called 'Dragon Charge,' and then..."
Yes, this diary is the kind that absolutely cannot be made public.
Other operations, such as fractions, decimals, and percentages, are even easier for him.
I am also proficient in simple equations.
Chen Lang didn't teach her anything too advanced.
Advanced education must also follow objective laws; if it's too profound, she won't be able to understand it.
He focused more of his energy on teaching her English.
Regardless of whether you go abroad in the future, it is an extremely useful foreign language.
Especially in this day and age, if you can speak a few dozen words, people will assume you don't have any overseas connections.
When the average salary was only a few hundred yuan, those who knew foreign languages and worked for foreign companies could earn several thousand yuan.
The two-hour study session has ended.
Liu Qianqian turned on the TV to watch her favorite cartoon.
"Big-Headed Son, Small-Headed Dad..."
It's a new animated film from 95, and my little girl is currently obsessed with it.
Chen Lang took a book from the bookshelf and sat down to read it quietly.
He reads everything.
Read Jin Yong, Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, Wen Ruian, Li Liang, and Wolong Sheng.
She also reads various world classics, and even romance novels by Qiong Yao and Xi Juan occasionally to show off.
He had to do it.
He wanted to portray himself as someone who was well-read and knowledgeable.
Otherwise, where would he get the lyrics for the songs he writes later?
There has to be a source and an explanation.
You know what?
In the internet age that followed, with the explosion of information, people were reading fast-food literature.
Take a moment to appreciate these classic works that have stood the test of time.
It has a unique flavor and a rewarding experience.
Of course not Jin Yong, Gu Long, or Liang Yusheng; I was sick of watching them in my past life.
I can't even get into Qiong Yao's works; they're all brainless rubbish with shattered values.
His favorite book is still "A Step into the Past," which was published not long ago.
I didn't buy the official domestic version, but rather the uncut Hong Kong version from a street vendor.
Pirated copies are cheaper, so you need to be thrifty.
When buying books, he also saw a copy of "Golden Carp Are Not Things That Can Be Confined to a Pond," which was a pirated copy of the pirated version.
It was printed by a small workshop... I didn't dare to buy it.