Logging 10,000 Years into the Future

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Ring~

The phone alarm on rang by the bedside.

It was 7:30 in the morning.

Lu Sheng felt that it was about time. He tidied up and went out of the room.

Breakfast was already prepared, half of the table was filled, but his mother, Zheng Yufen, was still busy in the kitchen.

The main reason was that there were two martial arts students in the family, and their appetites were amazing. Every meal was a big project.

Fortunately, Lu Sheng and Lu Qinghe both worked hard. Lu Sheng had also received a one million yuan as a bonus from the Martial Arts Association, so his mother Zheng Yufen was filled with motivation and energy when cooking.

In her own words, "I'm a little tired, but I'm happy. Others envy me so much. Unit 3’s Auntie Wang's son is in his second year of high school this year, and his BQV is less than 0.7. She cooks a table of food every day, and he's full by just having had two mouthfuls. She’s worried to death every day …"

Lu Hai had already left for work early, and only his sister Lu Qinghe was sitting at the table, eating.

Lu Qinghe was also very particular about eating.

Carrying a schoolbag, only half of her butt was on the chair, and her two hands were constantly stuffing buns into her mouth.

It was exactly the same as Lu Sheng's appearance when he was late for school and hurriedly ate two mouthfuls of breakfast before leaving.

It was just that Lu Qinghe was a martial arts student, and her two mouthfuls were almost equivalent to an ordinary person's meal.

"How can a girl eat so crudely? Who will dare to pursue you in the future?"

Lu Sheng sat down next to Lu Qinghe, picked up the breakfast on the table, and ate slowly.

His eating speed was not slower than Lu Qinghe's at all, and was even much faster.

But the way he ate was much more elegant than Lu Qinghe's. He was cultured and refined, like a modest gentleman.

Lu Qinghe wanted to refute Lu Sheng, but her two cheeks were stuffed full of meat buns, choking her until she rolled her eyes.

Lu Sheng looked at her with a face full of pity, and kindly poured her a cup of hot milk.

"Don't worry, eat slowly."

Lu Qinghe gulped down a cup of milk in one breath, refilled another cup, slowed down, and ate slowly with the other food.

"I really don't understand, you sleep until eight or nine o'clock every day, and you still go back to sleep from time to time during the day, how can you still be so strong? This doesn't make sense!" Lu Qinghe muttered unconvincingly.

Lu Sheng gracefully swallowed a bun in one bite, and said lightly, "This is talent, you can't learn it."

Lu Qinghe gave him two big eye rolls.

"Oh, by the way, Brother."

Lu Qinghe suddenly thought of something, and asked curiously, "Our school's third years will have their classes suspended soon, and we'll all go home and study by ourselves. Doesn't your school have that?"

Lu Sheng shook his head, "I don't know, but it should be soon. Suspension of classes for self-study should be uniform for all the high schools in the city."

"How long has it been since you went to school?" Lu Qinghe suddenly asked.

Lu Sheng stopped what he was doing and thought for a moment.

"It's been a long time … I'll go today."

…

"Mister, to the Third High School."

After breakfast, Lu Sheng hailed a taxi and headed to Third High School in Baihe City.

Lu Qinghe's words reminded him.

The college entrance examination was approaching, and the school was about to close. If he did not go to school now, it would be difficult for him to meet certain people in the future.

The taxi stopped in front of the Third High School. Lu Sheng paid the fare and got off. It was already past the school hour, so the school gate was unusually empty.

Lu Sheng walked to the small security room next to the electric door and knocked on the window. Half a head popped out from inside.

"How late are you? Call your class teacher and ask him to come and get you."

"Sir, I took leave earlier. I only returned to school today."

"Oh?"

The security guard in a military coat walked out of the security room with a small notebook in his hand.

"Which class are you from? Let me register."

"Grade 12 Class 5, Lu Sheng. Our class teacher is Hong Jianjun."

"Grade 12 … Class 5, Lu …" The security guard stopped what he was doing and looked up at Lu Sheng through the reading glasses on his nose.

"What did you say your name was? Lu Sheng?! This Lu, this Sheng?"

"Yes." Seeing Lu Sheng nod and looking at Lu Sheng's appearance and temperament, the security guard's old face became excited.

"You're Lu Sheng? The martial arts prodigy on TV? You’re from the Third High School … Wait, I'll make a call."

Before he could finish, the security guard hurried back into the security room. Lu Sheng was left standing at the school gate with a helpless expression.

"Sir, why don't you let me in first?"

…

Grade 12 Class 5, Mathematics class.

The class teacher, Hong Jianjun, was lecturing on the podium with spittle flying everywhere. The students below were drowsy.

"Let me tell you, don't underestimate the results of cultural studies. I know many of you are applying for martial arts universities, but don't forget that cultural studies are also included in the martial sciences scores.

"Sometimes, you might miss the chance to get into the martial arts university you want because of it. If you miss one point of BQV, you might have to spend a few weeks or even a few months to train and still get it back. But in cultural studies, it's just a matter of a few big questions!"

…

"When will the class end …"

Below the podium, a thin and fair boy wearing glasses muttered listlessly. Then, he stretched out his hand and poked a little fatty sitting next to him.

"Liu Qiming, do you want to go online after school? I'm almost platinum."

Little Fatty turned around and shook his head. "I'm not going. You guys go ahead. I signed up for a martial arts training class. After school, I have to go for extra training."

"Why are you working so hard recently? It's so unlike you."

"Brother, it's almost time for the college entrance examination. I really don't want to be a construction worker after graduation."

"I don't think so …"

The skinny boy was just about to say a few words when the cold voice of his homeroom teacher, Hong Jianjun, came from the podium.

"Zhu Xingji, Liu Qiming, stand up!"

The skinny boy and the little fatty's expressions turned bitter as they slowly stood up.

They were getting ready to listen to their homeroom teacher scold and lecture them, but they didn’t expect someone to wave from the door at the teacher, making him suddenly leave the class.

Hong Jianjun glared at the two of them and hurried out.

"Wow, we're lucky. The school leaders came just in time." The skinny boy beamed with joy.

Liu Qiming glared at him and complained: "And you said, don't talk to me in class in the future."

"There aren't many classes left to talk about. They're about to be suspended …"

"Yeah, they're about to be suspended."

Someone on the side immediately followed up.

"Oh, they're finally going to be suspended!"

"Oh~"

In a short while, the whole class became noisy.

At this time, the homeroom teacher, Hong Jianjun, who had gone out to talk to the leader, quickly came back.

The big classroom instantly fell silent.