I am reborn and just want to concentrate on my studies - Chapter 145 Small inventions and small originalities

Learning is always a process of accumulation. Most of the time, you just keep repeating it. In the process, it is like running on a road with no end in sight. Only when you stop occasionally, you can see where you are when you look up.

The exam is like that milestone you look up at.

There are still two weeks left before the final exam, and Yi Yang has also entered the review stage. This time, I was even more nervous than the midterm exam. In fact, this kind of emotion made him a little funny… It was just a final exam, but as an adult, he would be nervous.

In order to prepare for the exam, I also went out for a walk at noon during this time. After having lunch at school, I would go back to the classroom to do exercises and memorize vocabulary words. It’s just not a good idea to go without rest. You need to take a nap, otherwise it will be difficult to be energetic throughout the afternoon and your learning efficiency will be greatly reduced.

Sleep on the table.

But when I woke up, my whole arm was sore and numb from the pressure. Later, I thought of a way to put some books on the table and sleep with my forehead on the books… But I couldn’t sleep for long, and I still felt uncomfortable. There was a red mark on my head and some pain in my neck. Luo Luoyue next to her saw Yi Yang feeling uncomfortable, so she smiled and took out a small pillow, showed it off, and put her head on it to sleep.

Napping is indeed a pain point for many students.

Watching Luo Luoyue sleeping with her head tilted on the pillow, her eyelashes trembling slightly, he thought that if the pillow was taken away from her, she would cry for a long time.

Ha…just think about it.

During class in the afternoon, Yi Yang felt uncomfortable falling asleep, so he decided not to sleep anymore. He picked up the history journal to read, and suddenly heard Luo Luoyue next to him shouting: “Ouch…”

He turned his head and looked at it, startled for a moment, and then he couldn’t help but feel a little happy.

Luo Luoyue tilted her head, covering her neck with one hand, with a look of pain on her face…

Yi Yang said: “Stiff neck?”

Luo Luoyue nodded aggrievedly and said, “What should I do…”

It has nothing to do with him… Yi Yang pointed to the pillow and analyzed calmly: “If you sleep with your head sideways for a long time, the muscles in your neck will be tense and contracted for a long time, and it will become prone to spasm after a long time.”

Luo Luoyue was about to cry: “Then…then…what should we do?”

Yi Yang said: “To sleep, it’s best to sleep with your head on your stomach. It’s easier to sleep with your head sideways.”

“I can’t breathe when I’m lying down… Stop talking about this, what should I do now! It hurts… ugh…”

Yi Yang said: “There’s nothing you can do about it. Just massage it yourself. Maybe it will heal in a day or two, maybe in two or three days.”

Luo Luoyue looked at Yi Yang with a sad face. She was really angry. She didn’t understand why. She was just angry with him anyway. Then I thought about how just now I was proudly showing off that I had a pillow, but in the blink of an eye, my stiff neck became a joke… I became even more angry. When she turned her head away, the muscles in her neck were stretched again, which was so painful that she almost burst into tears.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

After a while, she turned around to look at Yi Yang, only to find that he was no longer there. She had a stiff neck. He didn’t care at all… Although there was indeed no reason to care, it still made her sad to ignore him. I thought angrily, Zhu You peed on his hands when he went to the toilet.

He tilted his head and lay down again… This felt a little more comfortable.

After a while, a ball of warmth suddenly appeared on my neck. I was startled, and when I reflexively tried to turn around, I was held down. At the same time, Yi Yang’s voice came to my ears: “Hot towel, come on, use your hands. Hold your own hands like this and apply hot compress for a while, which can improve blood circulation and relieve spasms…”

Luo Luoyue silently covered herself with her hands. Under Yi Yang’s command, she held down the hot towel, slowly raised her head, and turned around. She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she slowly turned around, which seemed to relieve her pain. Some. Thinking that I was thinking bad things about him just now, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed, and said a little embarrassedly: “Thank you, Yi Yang…”

Yi Yang said: “Well, it’s nothing.”

“Where did this hot towel come from?”

“Oh. I just went to the toilet…”

Luo Luoyue’s eyes suddenly became round…

Then I heard Yi Yang continue: “I met Teacher Jiang on the way. She had a clean towel there. She put some boiling water in the water dispenser and made soup. I brought it over.” He paused and stared maliciously. Luo Luoyue: “What else do you think? Well, a hot urine?”

Luo Luoyue showed an expression of disgust, stared at Yi Yang for a while, and said angrily: “A dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory!”

“Ah……”

After a while, the hot towel was no longer warm. Luo Luoyue secretly glanced at Yi Yang. He was reading a book intently… and whispered: “Thank you, Yi Yang.”

“Well…” Yi Yang turned over another page without looking back.

…

When I got home in the afternoon, grandma was cleaning up the room and cleared out a lot of messy things. Yi Yang put down the book in his hand and went to help, but grandma drove him away: “Grandma just comes, you go do your own thing…” Yi Yang had no choice but to go back to the room.

After a while, grandma knocked on the door and said, “Yangyang, see if there is any use for these things. If not, they will be sold to the rag collector.”

Yi Yang went out and saw a pile of debris on the ground, including items left over from home renovations… rotten water pipes, rusty faucets, rusty screws and the like. After thinking for a while, he said: “Well, there’s nothing useful…wait, this…”

Suddenly, Yi Yang saw half of a sewer pipe, a thick white pipe with a diameter of about thirty centimeters. He thought for a moment and said, “Grandma, I’ll use that one.”

Grandma was a little strange, “This?”

“Um……”

Back in the room, Yi Yang held the thick pipe about half a meter long and looked at it for a long time. An idea was brewing in his mind… After thinking for a long time, he decided to take action. He went out and moved the tool box, and took out a saw blade and ruler. , measured it, and then started sawing…

There was a rustling sound of grinding in the room…

About an hour later, in front of Yi Yang, the thick white pipe had been cut into an odd-shaped thing.

Twenty or thirty centimeters in length, the column was cut in half to form an arc-shaped surface, like an arch bridge. A large hole was dug in the middle of this surface. Yi Yang placed this strange-looking thing flat on the table and put his hand under the “arch bridge”. His hand could be seen from the hole above.

The shape is almost there, nodding slightly.

However, it’s not over yet.

I went to find some complete sponges and glue, and stuck the sponges on them…

This thing looks rough, but it’s almost ready. This is a pillow for sleeping on the stomach. When using it, you can lie directly on the opening of the “arch bridge” so that your mouth and nose can breathe out. You can put one hand under the bridge and your arm will not be sore or numb due to pressure. When I was in a 4S store in my previous life, I saw white-collar workers using this kind of pillow to rest at noon.

The structure is very simple, but in this era, e-commerce is not that developed, and there are no similar products on the Internet, so I simply made one myself.

It’s a little invention.

Later, I asked my grandma to sew a cotton cover on the outside of the sleeping pillow, and it was officially completed.

Yiyang lay on it and slept for a while… the experience was very good.

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I don’t know since when, Yi Yang began to realize that he actually had a talent for writing. Things like words have temperature and perception. Among all his classmates, he liked Ning Zhixin’s compositions the most. Every time she wrote, there would be one or two touching sentences that impressed him. Ning Zhixin said, “When it comes to writing… you have to learn to use your emotions and other organs besides your brain to write.”

It sounds complicated, but once you really understand it, it feels like a very natural thing.

For example, if you miss someone and want to write a love letter to her who is far away, and want to describe this emotion, people who only use their brains to think and write will say: “I miss you, your smile, I miss you… all kinds of things” .” And people who know how to write with emotions and other sensory organs will say: “These shallow words are my approach to you, and I hope you will be firmly anchored at the end of the words.”

When I finished my Chinese homework, I noticed the last essay question…

“The green years are always full of endless reveries. I made mistakes, got first place in the exam, and for the first time I understood the emotions between the opposite sex… Please write an essay on the topic of “Youth Campus” , make up your own topic, no restrictions on genre.”

When I was doing exercises by myself, I basically didn’t pay much attention to the composition, because no one would mark the papers I practiced even if I wrote them. But this time, he seemed to feel inspiration coming at a certain moment. He was silent for a long time, took out his composition paper, and wrote down a paragraph.

“Qinghe Ballad”

Qinghe,

Always more transparent on rainy days.

you walk,

Walk very lightly.

In the stadium, under the fields

Your shadow is everywhere.

You step on a thick stack of books,

Try hard but can’t reach the top of the blackboard.

You say it makes people full of joy and makes people indulge in memories.

You are not straightforward enough, you are always showing off the soft side.

You also said that you don’t understand love, but you persist.

Time is the best montage,

Write down secret thoughts in your diary.

To the day when we will finally bloom,

May you salvage it at the end of the words,

The seeds borne by those times…

Time is the best montage,

Write down your secret thoughts in your diary,

To the day when we will finally bloom,

May you salvage it at the end of the words,

The seeds of those times.

…

After reading it a few more times, Yi Yang sighed slightly. There is probably some understanding of what kind of existence the so-called poet is. It’s not that I think what I wrote is called “poetry”. Rather, when there is a strong emotion that you want to express, using such obscure and hesitant words will make it easier for people to write it out…

Those emotions that lie deep inside.

In this short paragraph, there are hidden some incomprehensible thoughts since rebirth. It will be more comfortable to write it out. But then I burst into laughter. Sure enough, I have been in junior high school for too long, and I am a little bit crazy. Are you still pretending to be a junior high school student? Just asking this question… I am not very confident either.

It will probably not be long before I read this paragraph and feel that it is pretentious, and I think it may not be the onset of literary youth disease.

After reading this passage several times, it actually reads more like lyrics because it does rhyme deliberately. After thinking about it, it would be interesting if I could actually write a melody and sing the lyrics.

When I was thinking about this, I started to hum…

…

The next day, Yi Yang met Luo Luoyue at the school gate. Her neck was still crooked. The two looked at each other. Although Yi Yang’s expression was still calm, his wandering eyes and slightly trembling eyebrows still betrayed his true inner thoughts.

Luo Luoyue snorted and said dissatisfiedly: “Laugh, laugh if you want!”

Yi Yang snorted: “Is my smile cheap?”

Luo Luoyue was stunned. The more she listened, the more something was wrong. Yi Yang had already walked away like a normal person. At this time, she tasted some strange meanings in these words… This meant that I was trying to tease him. happy? Ignoring the pain in my neck for a moment, I chased after him: “Yuck!”

…

In the classroom, Luo Luoyue and Yi Yang had a few fights, just like a pair of real deskmates. Luo Luoyue said: “By the way, Yi Yang, you said yesterday that you wrote that song, right?”

Yi Yang opened the book: “You don’t believe it anyway.”

“I really didn’t find this song online…but I still don’t believe it. How could you write a song?”

“Um.”

“Don’t say yes all the time. I’m talking to you seriously. Can you be more serious?”

Yi Yang reluctantly put down the book: “So what are you asking about?”

Luo Luoyue was silent for a while and said, “My dad made a small promotional video and asked for background music. I think the lyrics of your song fit that promotional video quite well.”

“Promotional video?”

Yi Yang couldn’t help but think of a picture of a girl with blue hair and freckles riding a missile… Ahem, he shook the picture out of his mind and said: “Then you may be disappointed… This song, so Let’s face it, it really can’t be found online.”

“Why?”

Yi Yang smiled: “Because, I haven’t recorded it yet.”

Luo Luoyue was stunned for a while, looking at Yi Yang’s determined and relaxed expression. After a few seconds, she asked: “This song… was it really written by you?”

“If you don’t believe it, there’s nothing you can do.”

The corner of Luo Luoyue’s mouth twitched slightly: “You guy…”

Yi Yang smiled: “Look, to be honest, you don’t believe it. Anyway, just understand that it was written by me.”

Luo Luoyue talked for a while, thought for a while, and said, “Can you do me a favor?”

“Oh…it’s almost time for the final exams, but you can still be so free. I really admire you. Tell me.”

“I hate it~” Luo Luoyue snorted, and then said in a low tone: “Can you come up with the lyrics of this song for me? You can read it and I can write it. Look, I am so humble to beg you. ”

Yi Yang sighed helplessly. Luo Luoyue said quickly: “I know it’s very time-consuming. Let’s do this. I’ll treat you to pearl milk tea after school.”

Pulling out the sheet of lyrics with the simplified musical notation from the drawer, Yi Yang handed it directly to Luo Luoyue and said, “Don’t bother me.”

Luo Luoyue looked at the piece of paper for a while, became happy, put it away carefully, and said, “Thank you~”

“Um.”

Finally I can review quietly.

But not long after, Luo Luoyue weakly pulled Yi Yang’s clothes, and then when the other party turned his head, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the recording function, and said: “Can you sing it again… Just sing it again… …”

Yi Yang didn’t say anything, just put down the book and looked at her silently…

A helpless sigh.

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Just to be sure, it won’t be the song-copying plot that everyone has seen.