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  Lin Hong didn't like places with too many people, so he didn't continue to stay at Old Xu's place. After saying goodbye to Old Xu, he left.

  On the way home, I felt very strange in my heart. Those city people looked unusual, and from their conversations, it could be judged that there were several leaders among them, but they all seemed to show great respect for Old Sun.

  But he didn't think too much about it, these things are adult matters, he can't understand at all.

  He was holding a book on the basic principles of antennas, and in this regard, he felt that there were still many things he didn't understand, so it would be better to clarify the principles.

  The next day, as soon as he arrived at the classroom, he saw that many people were surrounding Liu Xiaoming's desk.

  "That's amazing!"

  "How amazing!"

  "Class Monitor, you're so awesome!"

  ……

  Classmates looked at Liu Xiaoming's desk and exclaimed in admiration.

  Liu Xiaoming, sitting in his seat, was full of wonder and excitement, constantly operating the thing in his hand to demonstrate to everyone.

  "This is a small table lamp that I spent two days making with my own hands, look, here is the switch button, the most critical part is here, look carefully, as long as you turn this, the light of the bulb can be adjusted brighter or darker."

  "Really? Really?......"

  "It's just like the lamp in our house!"

  "Monitor, is this for real? That's too awesome!"

  "This isn't nonsense, is it? This was specially prepared by the class monitor for the school's 'Science and Technology Small Invention' competition. I think, the class monitor will definitely get first prize." A classmate who knew the inside story revealed.

  ……

  As Liu Xiaoming demonstrated, it immediately triggered another sensation.

  Liu Xiaoming looked around, saw the eyes of his classmates, and a proud smile appeared on his face. He just liked this feeling of being admired and worshiped by his classmates, it was simply too wonderful.

  "Huh?"

  At this time, Liu Xiaoming suddenly saw Lin Hong also come over to take a look, and then expressionlessly returned to his own seat. This made him feel extremely displeased. In his opinion, someone like Lin Hong who was inferior should be expressing admiration for him, but instead he was ignoring him, which he simply couldn't tolerate, as if it were the greatest contempt for him.

  Lin Hong

  Liu Xiaoming held his treasure and pushed through the crowd to come before Lin Hong's desk.

  "Monitor, is there something?"

  Lin Hongzheng was lying on his desk thinking about one of the many models of the Yagi antenna, when he was interrupted by Liu Xiaoming. He saw that everyone had gathered around him, looking at him, and felt a wave of tension in his heart, as he was really not used to this kind of situation.

  "What do you think of the small table lamp I made?" Liu Xiaoming asked aggressively.

  Lin Hong glanced at the small desk lamp in his hand and said:

  "It's okay."

  "It's okay, I guess?"

  Liu Xiaoming immediately got angry and shouted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

  "Lin Hong, does that mean you look down on what I've done? My small desk lamp is just okay in your eyes?"

  The classmates around also started teasing him one after another.

  "Alright, Lin Hong, if you have the ability, then go ahead and do it!"

  "What about him? How is it possible, he's always ranked among the last few in class during exams, can he really do it?"

  "It is, it is."

  "Some people have pig brains and still don't admit it."

  "Haha..."

  ……

  Liu Xiaoming heard his classmates teasing Lin Hong and suddenly felt it was meaningless. Comparing himself to an idiot would be a loss of his own status.

  He was about to take his beloved small table lamp and leave when Lin Hong, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

  "This is the simplest circuit I have left to play with."

  Everyone heard his words and burst into laughter, ridiculing him for pretending to understand when he didn't, and having a big onion stuck up his nose - pretending to be an elephant!

  However, Lin Hong's next words left everyone stunned.

  "A few batteries and light bulbs are connected in series, with a simple sliding rheostat inserted in between to control the brightness of the light bulb... As the current and resistance are inversely proportional, as the resistance increases, the current in the circuit becomes smaller and smaller, so the brightness of the light bulb also becomes smaller..."

  Everyone listened as if they were in a fog, but although they didn't understand, when they heard the professional terms popping out of Lin Hong's mouth, they felt very impressive.

  Liu Xiaoming was also shocked and speechless, because his older brother who attended junior high school in the town had told him exactly the same thing before.

  Just then, the class bell rang suddenly, and everyone rushed back to their seats.

  Children's attention to things is generally short-lived, and the "small desk lamp incident" was gradually forgotten by everyone under Liu Xiaoming's deliberate neglect. Later, Liu Xiaoming won first prize in the school's "Science and Technology Small Invention" competition with this work, and received praise from the principal, saying that he would definitely become an outstanding electronic scientist in the future.

  But all of this was irrelevant to Lin Hong, he remained his usual self, and nothing that happened in school could spark even a bit of interest in him. The only good thing that came out of this incident was that from then on, including Liu Xiaoming, no one in the class would pick on him or find fault with him like they used to.

  Lin Hong felt more and more out of place with his surroundings, sometimes sitting in the classroom, watching everyone follow the teacher's reading of the textbook sentences one by one, he often found the scene extremely comical, as if he was looking at them from a high altitude with another identity. This also made him even more introverted and taciturn, he basically had no common language with his peers around him.

  Recently, Lin Hong has been going to Old Xu's place less often. Every time he goes there, he sees many people at the waste collection station, including fellow villagers and strangers from outside. However, strangely enough, they are not there to sell waste products. Lin Hong can't understand what adults are doing and isn't interested in figuring it out either.

  After school, Lin Hong hid in his own room. The eight-wood antenna had been completed early, although its performance was not as strong as Old Xu's antenna, it could still receive several radio stations, all of which were located within the province and neighboring provinces.

  The eight wooden antenna is small in size and simple in structure, but its directivity is very strong. It must be aimed at the direction of the radio station to receive a clearer signal. Lin Hong installed this antenna on a camphor tree next to his room window. At first, he was adjusting it with a radio on his back, climbing up and down the tree until he was exhausted but happy.

  However, he later became clever and made a small device. He inserted the antenna rod into a small hole and tied the two ends of the antenna with two ropes respectively. In this way, he could adjust the direction of the antenna by pulling the rope at the bottom of the tree.

  The sweet voice of the announcer from Lingshui Radio Station came through the earphones, and it was just the right time for the "Easy English" program to start. Lin Hong followed the teacher on the radio, softly reading out the new letters and words he had just learned today.

  After reading it once, Lin Hong thoroughly memorized the new words, while the teacher on the radio was still patiently repeating them.

  "The speed of learning English this way is really too slow."

  Lin Hong felt extremely depressed, and this kind of learning efficiency was unbearable for him. However, he had to listen on time every day, after all, English is not like other books, it must be learned the basic pronunciation first, and then memorize words further. Without a good grasp of the basics, he couldn't learn other knowledge further. And apart from this learning approach, there was no other teacher who came to teach him English specifically.

  He thought to himself that after mastering the basic pronunciation rules, he would go back and borrow Old Xu's thick English-Chinese dictionary to memorize it, then think of ways to improve his radio, persist in listening to foreign radio programs, and his English level should be basically fine.

  Just as he was listening intently, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing in from outside. He turned his head to look and saw that the door had been opened at some point.

  "Dad?"

  Lin Hong was taken aback, and saw his father standing at the door with a serious expression looking at him.

  Lin Changming did not respond, and walked over with a sullen face, looking at the radio on Lin Hong's bedside.

  "What is this?" Lin Changming asked in a low voice.

  Radio.

  "Where did it come from?"

  Lin Hong hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully: "I did this myself."

  He finished speaking and looked at his father with anticipation.

  Lin Changming furrowed his brow and picked up the radio on the bedside table.

  After Lin Hong's continuous improvement, the workmanship of this radio is already very exquisite. The exterior is not only polished to be extremely smooth but also coated with a layer of tung oil on the outside, which can prevent corrosion and looks very classic and elegant.

  It's not difficult to make it this way, after all, his father works in the car factory, where they specialize in producing various types of wooden products, polishing wood and applying oil to the wood are the most basic things.

  However, Lin Hong was extremely surprised that after his father heard his words, he did not show any delight but instead became furious.

  "Did you do it yourself? This stinky brat, even lies are not drafted! Can this be done?"

  In Lin Changming's eyes, this very classic radio in front of him was even more high-end than the one he had broken after getting drunk before.

  Lin Changming was furious, raised his right hand and wanted to slap his son, but seeing the stubborn eyes in his son's eyes, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

  He fell silent for a moment, controlling his emotions, and said in a low voice:

  "Tell me honestly, where did this come from? Was it taken back from Uncle Xu?"

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