"Young master has a rest first, get familiar with the environment at home, and we will discuss choosing a school in the afternoon. Is it OK?"

Lu Xingyin nodded.

He packed things in the room and took them out one by one, and everything could not fill such a large wardrobe.

The Huo family villa is so clean that it is not stained with dust. The windows face the courtyard and lake water. Looking at the silence and confusion, the silence almost submerged people.

The aunt prepared something and asked him to have a meal.

The table was served with hot southern dishes. She said: "I asked many people and it took a lot of time to find out that you were from Dongtong City. I made it according to the taste there. Are you used to eating it?"

The young man is quiet and quiet. Although his appearance is very delicate, he always looks sick. The older generation is prone to feeling distressed.

Lu Xingyin nodded again, and this time she showed a slight smile in her eyes: "I'm used to eating, thank you."

After dinner, someone came to tailor Lu Xingyin's body.

The tailor half-kneeled down to try his shoes for him.

Lu Xingyin was a little stiff, and the tailor himself smiled: "It's okay, don't be nervous."

After they left the door, a few of their chats were faintly leaked from the crack of the door: "This young master who just arrived is a treasure."

"Where is Mr. Huo and his wife? They should have adopted two children, right?"

"Today on Saturday, I heard that the children were taken out for fun and relaxing. After all, there was one back at home... It is normal for Miss Sidu and Master Silie to feel sad."

"Hi, it's normal. It's just like the second child at home? The original one must be unhappy..."

As the person walked away, the sound slowly disappeared.

Lu Xingyin sat quietly by the desk, flipping through the books.

He didn't bring much luggage. After all, before leaving, Ji Bingfeng told him to "have nothing, and if he comes over, he will change it all."

The only book he brought with him was printed with a rough cover of "Gold Medal Olympics: Interpretation of Basic Knowledge of Youth Chemistry Competition - Produced by Fanxing Middle School Press", bought at an off-campus book stall in Dongtong City Experimental Junior High School.

A second-hand book costs five yuan per book. I don’t know how many people have turned around, but the inner page has turned yellow.

In those years, people in small places didn't even know what the competition was, so no one cared about this book, so he asked him to find a missed one.

The book has many and diverse contents, involving various systems, but many places have been vaguely mentioned.

Lu Xingyin didn't have a mobile phone, and the Internet was still in a booming stage this year. He could only go to the school computer room in the dark to search for information, and chewed half and half without understanding. He chewed the first half, his notes were densely filled with them, and the latter half was still new.

He held his chin and watched slowly. Even though he had read it many times, he was still addicted to it, like reading a story book.

The first unit is the valence layer electronic pair mutual exclusion theory. Just after reading this chapter, someone knocked on the door.

Ji Bingfeng came back and said, "I will take the young master to the school to check it out. I will take the young master to check it out in the morning. The principal also wants to see you."

The deer chants closed.

*

"Qingmo No. 7 Middle School is a famous school in our S Province, and its history can be traced back a hundred years ago."

"The geographical location is also very good. The nearby Youyi Middle School is Yingcai Middle School. Have you heard of it? Last year, more than 40 Tsinghua and Peking University students were released. This place is located in the suburbs and is very quiet. There are days and residences. The husband and wife mean that you can stay in. Of course, you can choose the dormitory by yourself."

On Saturday evening, most of the students were taken out by their parents. The campus greening was done well, with a large area, empty and quiet, occasionally there were the shouts of boys from a distance, and the echo of basketball hitting the ground.

After listening to his introduction, Lu Xingyin suddenly asked, "Can I live in a dormitory alone?"

Ji Bingfeng was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was that this young master had just arrived one day and already knew how to "live like a young master" - but when he saw Lu Xingyin's clean eyes, he remembered something.

Lu Xingyin Junior High School is also a boarding school. When the group dormitory is free, he insists on day school.

He is different from those smelly young boys of this age. He seems to like cleanliness and quietness more.

Ji Bingfeng said: "Yes, I'll contact you. I'll be in the Academic Affairs and Life Office next to you. You can wait outside, and you can take a walk when you have time to get familiar with the campus."

It has been one month since the second year of high school, and it is difficult for him to transfer to school at this time.

Ji Bingfeng also told him that he would meet the principal. One would ask him about his academic qualifications and answer them truthfully. The other would be to divide the class and ask him to choose for himself.

Logically, these things don’t require the principal to take action, but this is obviously a way to look at the Huo family.

Lu Xingyin stood outside the corridor, looking at the sporadic lights inside the Academic Affairs Office, waiting quietly.

It was getting late, and someone in the corner turned on the lights.

A complaining voice came: "How long do we have to stand for? The mosquitoes have bitten me several bags."

"It's almost November and there's a fart mosquito."

The person next to him answered and suggested, "Maybe they will forget it while we stand, and just run away later. The principal has been forgetting for a day or two. Do you know that last time he insisted on me dropping out of school, and I was still crying there. He came back to have a meal and asked me what I was doing. I said I was the one who called Teacher Sun to bring you tea... He took it seriously! Fuck, I laughed to death."

It was a few students who probably made a mistake and chatted there with a smile against the wall.

Lu Xingyin tilted his head, looked up and saw the metal sign hanging on the office in the corner, so he walked over.

He didn't know if there was anyone inside, so he knocked on the door.

The door to the principal's office is a thick solid wood door, and the fingertips are warm and cool.

Several students behind him were looking at him, and their voices suddenly became quiet and they were almost silent.

"Hello, Principal, transfer student." Lu Xingyin said, waiting for a while, "Are you free?"

After the silence, a leisurely sound came from inside: "Please come in."

Lu Xingyin twisted the handle and pushed the door in.

Behind him, the boys looked at each other, and then burst into a shocking laugh. They covered their mouths without laughing, trying not to make any sound, just laughing.

*

Principal's desk.

The boy pressed his mouse to play minesweeping. Within twenty seconds of the game box, he had marked the last red flag, and a yellow pixel smiling face appeared above the game.

The hand holding the mouse is slender and powerful, with clear joints.

He was taller than his peers, sitting there upright, with thin lips pursed, and a bit sharp.

He had a pair of peach-blossom eyes, which looked romantic and affectionate, but these eyes looked cold on his face, but instead they felt a little more solemn and hostile. They were beautiful, but they seemed inaccessible.

The door was pushed open.

"I'll look for the principal."

Lu Xingyin saw that he was the only one in the office, and hesitated and repeated, "I am a transfer student, come to ask about academic records and class registration."

The air conditioner was buzzing, and the cool air rose. He stood very straight, his spine stood upright, and his snow-white neck was exposed under the black hair, and his eyes were quiet and warm.

He looks very well-behaved and has a temperament.

In order to curl the corners of his lips, Gu Fang was puzzled and started to play: "I am the principal."

Lu Xingyin was stunned.

The people in front of him don’t look very similar—but they look like his peers.

"I'm thirty in my life."

Gu Fangwei took out a stack of papers and found a blank piece of paper.

The expensive golden pen in the principal's office was held in his hand and turned it quickly. As soon as he lifted his knuckles, the golden pen stopped steadily.

"Name?" Gu Fangwei asked.

"Deer Xingyin."

"Oh, I said the one a few days ago, there is no problem with academic qualifications. If you divide the class, the exam and class movement will be completed at the beginning of the school year." Gu Fangwei's voice was filled with an indescribable scattering, "Which subject do you have the best grades?"

Lu Xingyin was stunned for a moment and said, "Chemistry."

The golden pen and red ink are written on paper, which are the handwriting of dragons and phoenixes dancing.

In order to write a question, Gu Fang slowly raised his eyes: "Just do this question."

The title is a matching question:?cs3h8=====cs2b10h10cs2b12h12csbh4h2

Lu Xingyin drooped her eyes and was stunned when she saw this question.

Pairing questions are not uncommon in junior high school chemistry, but this question is at the competition level. It has two possible solutions and needs to be excluded. Most students probably haven't even paid attention to the element like CS, and they can't even remember the element name.

He was not stunned by the difficulty level of this question, but rather a coincidence - because this was the national youth regional chemistry competition he participated in before the high school entrance examination this year. The first question in the written test of the preliminary round was exactly the same.

Lu Xingyin confirmed to him: "Is this just a question?"

Gu Fang looked at the time, and the golden pen rotated again at his fingertips: "Do you want me to tell you about cesium and boron? Give you more time, twenty minutes."

His tone was also faint.

"Need not."

Lu Xingyin leaned over slightly, picked up an atomic pen from the table, and then picked up the pen and wrote under the gaze of the boy.

When he lowered his head slightly, people could see his hair spinning in his black hair, and even his hair spinning was in a regular manner.

Fill in the numbers, the handwriting is beautiful and the brushwork is smooth.

While he wrote, Gu Fangwei's expression changed slightly.
To be continued...