Clothes from all ages!

Three teenagers entered the huge wardrobe, with two locker rooms on each side.

Mengxi took out a primitive man's fur clothes, and Han Shumo and Nalan Mingyang also came up to watch.

"Oh-"

"Will anyone still dream of primitives?" Nalan Mingyang couldn't help but laugh.

Mengxi put it back, and when he arrived in the eighties area, he took out the boy's undershirt vest and military pants: "There really is! Look, yours!"

Nalan Mingyang and Han Shumo looked at the clothes in Mengxi's hand and felt strange.

It was a time too far away from them. Unlike the post-80s, you may still see your parents or your brothers and sisters around you wearing these when you are young.

But Nalan Mingyang and them really haven't seen each other.

The only thing I saw was in those period dramas.

Han Shumo also took out a set, and there were old Beijing black cloth shoes underneath.

The president of the student union did things neatly, and Han Shumo went directly to change his clothes.

Mengxi stuffed the suit in his hand into Nalan Mingyang's hand, and took a set of small floral dresses himself.

When the three of them came out, they looked at each other as if they didn't know each other.

Han Shumo wore clothes with a sense of age, which made him more bookish.

And Nalan Mingyang put it on, like a gangster in the eighties, still maintaining an unruly posture.

Mengxi combed two braids, more like a good girl at that time, very cute.

Nalan Mingyang glanced at it, blushed, raised his hand on Mengxi's head, and shook it: "Good soil." ”

Han Shumo stood aside and looked at Nalan Mingyang quietly, thoughtful in his dark eyes.

"Don't make trouble, the time of the dream is very short, fast!" Mengxi pushed Nalan Mingyang away and hurriedly ran out, shouting to Lao Qi by the door, "Thank you, Lao Qi." "Run briskly downstairs.

Birch's smile was full of pampering, and it was the little master he could never spoil enough.

Han Shumo and Nalan Mingyang also hurriedly ran out.

People feel like they spend a lot of time in dreams, but in reality, they may only sleep for a few minutes.

Therefore, Mengxi has to hurry up, afraid that the principal will finish the paper.

Push open that door again, and it's still examine!

The people in the classroom immediately looked at them.

Mengxi hurriedly lowered his head, like a student rushing to take the exam, and quickly found a seat against the wall and sat down, trying not to let the students in the dream see his face.

Han Shumo and Nalan Mingyang, who were wearing vest shirts, also hurried to learn from her, and walked to Mengxi's side respectively, but found that there was no place.

At this moment, the classroom suddenly extended, and in front of them, there were two more seats!

The two men watched in amazement.

Mengxi hurriedly lowered his voice and reminded: "Do it quickly!"

The two hurriedly did it, and at the same time, three rolls appeared in front of them!

They're here to play, not to make rolls!

However, when they stopped moving, but only looked at the scroll in front of them, the people in the classroom all turned their faces, stopped looking at them, and continued to work on the scroll.

The invigilator also stopped paying attention to them and continued to move around the classroom.

Mengxi stared at the invigilator and noticed that he was only walking around in the fourth row.

When they came in, everyone looked at them, but only one boy by the window didn't look at them, and the invigilator kept circling around him.

It's like dreaming of an exam, and the invigilator is always by your side, and it never disappears.

Sensing the pattern, Mengxi also relaxed and beckoned to the two behind him.

Han Shumo and Nalan Mingyang saw Mengxi beckoning, slowly lowered their waists, moved out of their positions, and squatted beside Mengxi.

Sure enough, no one looked at them.

"No, the invigilator only circled around the boy. Mengxi also squatted down, and the three of them were in the corner, no longer noticeable.

Han Shumo nodded: "I also found out, everyone looked at us just now, only that boy." Could that boy be the principal?"

"I'm still dreaming of exams when I'm the principal......" Nalan Mingyang also dreamed that he was taking exams, and he couldn't do any questions, and his heart was beating faster in a hurry.

"What kind of volume?" Mengxi wondered.

Han Shumo took the scroll on the table with his hand.

The words on the paper are quirky, twisted and varied, but there are a few questions that are particularly clear, very simple, mathematical equations.

"This may be the college entrance examination paper of that year. After reading it carefully, Han Shumo came to a conclusion.

"It's that simple?!" Nalan Mingyang expressed disbelief.

Mengxi glanced at him: "You compare the past with the present? You go and look at the college entrance examination papers in the seventies, and now the primary school students are at the sixth grade level." ”

"I really want to live in the past......" Nalan Mingyang's eyes showed a hint of envy.

"The 80s were a very comfortable time. Han Shumo also agreed, "Although the materials are not as abundant as we are now, the people's hearts are simple, the overall folk customs are simple, and they are kind, which is also the time for the rise of animation." ”

Nalan Mingyang looked at Han Shumo unexpectedly, he didn't expect him to be so familiar with the eighties.

"There are still ten minutes to hand in the papers!" the invigilator returned to the podium, and suddenly, a large clock appeared above the blackboard, and the time was rapidly reversing.

The candidates stepped forward one by one to hand in their papers, leaving only the sweaty candidate by the window.

Mengxi: They are also anxious about that boy!

"Hao Guozhong!

That boy was really the principal when he was young, and he was quite handsome.

Hao Guozhong continued to write.

"Hao Guozhong!" The invigilator strode over to grab Hao Guozhong's papers.

"No! I still have one question!" Hao Guozhong desperately guarded the scroll.

Suddenly, the surrounding time and space distorted!

Mengxi, Han Shumo and Nalan Mingyang immediately grabbed each other's arms, and looked at the seats around them, and another person appeared.

The invigilator disappeared from Hao Guozhong's front and reappeared on the podium.

In the blink of an eye, it's back to the beginning of the exam!

Mengxi, Han Shumo, and Nalan Mingyang were all stunned.

This dream turned out to be circular!

Their principal, non-stop, non-stop, examining the same paper!

"How could this be?" Mengxi encountered such a dream for the first time.

"Could it be some kind of regret and obsession on the part of the principal?" Han Shumo asked softly?

"Shhh...... Could this be true? Back then, the principal didn't have time to do the last question in a certain exam, so he kept remembering?"

Han Shumo lowered his eyes and pondered: "It's possible, I heard that in the college entrance examination that year, the principal failed the first time, and it was the second time that he was admitted to Peking University. ”

"So...... He couldn't do it, and the dream would haunt him forever. Mengxi nodded and made a decision, "Let's go, let's go and see what the question that trapped the principal in this nightmare is." ”

Han Shumo and Nalan Mingyang also nodded.