Too Many Words

During the break, Xu Li was about to continue sleeping when she heard someone shout, "Xu Li, someone is looking for you!"

Xu Li raised her head and looked out of the classroom. The sun was quite warm today. Lu Peian stood at the door with his back straight, holding a few books in his hand. The sunlight seemed to favor him, as if it had coated him with a halo.

Coincidentally, Lu Peian also looked at Xu Li. Their eyes met. He smiled faintly and waved the books in his hand.

Xu Li stood up and walked out. When she passed by Meng Qingqing and Wen Heng's seats, the two of them looked at her gossipily and even jeered.

Xu Li had closed the curtains when she was sleeping. Coupled with the fact that she was in a remote place, it was a little cold. Now that she was out of the classroom and surrounded by the warmth, she could not help but shiver.

Lu Peian handed the magazines to Xu Li and asked, "Do you have a cold?"

"No." Xu Li did not like the sun. After thanking Lu Peian, she hurried back to the classroom. She put the magazine on the table and pulled out a chair to sit down. Meng Qingqing could not help but gossip. She changed seats with Chen Qiqi and sat at the table in front of Xu Li. She turned around and said to her, "Xu Li, hurry up and tell me what happened."

Xu Li avoided the question. "What do you mean?"

Meng Qingqing clicked her tongue and flipped through the magazines on the table. "Even I can't have these treasures. How did they end up in Lu Peian's hands?"

Hearing this, Xu Li couldn't help but laugh. "You're so forgetting. If I give these magazines to you, will I be able to see them again?"

"Don't change the topic!" Meng Qingqing suddenly exclaimed. "Why are there two books that look exactly the same?"

"What?" Xu Li took it over and took a look. There were indeed two identical books, but there was a small word on the top right corner of one of them that was not for sale. She flipped open the cover and found a sentence on the first page: Congratulations on submitting your article, 'Healer: Benevolent Heart', to the Medical Weekly. This is a copy we've sent you. We wish you success in your studies and everything will go smoothly.

Xu Li's expression suddenly turned serious. She picked up the magazine and flipped to a page with a folded corner. "Healer: Benevolent Heart." The author was Scissorhands.

No wonder Lu Peian's WeChat name looked so familiar! Meng Qingqing saw that Xu Li did not speak for a long time, so she leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's an article." Xu Li handed the book to her. Meng Qingqing covered her head after reading it. "No, no, I can't read it. My head hurts. There are too many words…"

Xu Li smiled. After Meng Qingqing returned to her seat, she lowered her head and read the article seriously. "Healer: Benevolent Heart" was her favorite article ever since she bought the first medical weekly. This was also the reason why she bought every issue after that. She wanted to see if this author would publish any more articles.

Xu Li had always thought that the author named Scissorhands was in his thirties or forties. Otherwise, he would not have been able to write such an insightful article. She did not expect him to be her peer. To be precise, Lu Peian was only in his third year of junior high when he wrote this article.

Xu Li was instantly filled with admiration. It was the third day of junior high school. She and Meng Qingqing were still discussing which internet cafe to go to to play games at, but Lu Peian had already written such a profound thing.

When the bell rang, Xu Li put the magazine back into her desk. She planned to return the copy after class. However, just as class ended, Xu Li was called away by Zhang Jian before she could get up.

Xu Li had no choice but to follow Zhang Jian to the office. In the office, only Long Long was marking homework. Seeing them enter, Long Long raised her head and looked at Xu Li with a faint smile before lowering her head to mark homework again.

Zhang Jian pulled out a chair and sat down. He took a sip of tea and pointed at the test papers on the table. "Xu Li, have you been infected by Meng Qingqing recently?"

Xu Li followed Zhang Jian's hand and looked over. Her eyebrows twitched. She felt that this stack of test papers looked a little familiar.

"Familiar, right?" Zhang Jian seemed to know what Xu Li was thinking. He handed her the test paper. "There's no need to seek familiarity. It's yours."

Xu Li took the test paper and flipped through it. There were several large red crosses on the multiple-choice questions.

Zhang Jian sighed. "Xu Li, you could copy homework incorrectly. Didn't you notice anything wrong when you copied?"

When Xu Li was copying her homework, she was a little sleepy. In the end, she was not clear-headed, like an emotionless machine copying homework.