An Ran also sighed loudly, but the sigh was not enough to redeem the hard hearts of the teachers. But the homework thing can finally be put off a little longer, after all, it's Friday. Saturday and Sunday are statutory public holidays, and the teachers probably know that none of them showed up today.

But just now, the boy who was white and short, and spoke sharply and sharply, stood at the door of the classroom and was in charge of commanding: "Girls clean windows, boys sweep the floor." Then he pointed out a few team leaders to come out and assign tasks, including cleaning lamps and doors. An Ran and a few other taller boys were assigned to carry books with him.

Because compared to the work of sweeping the floor and cleaning the windows, moving books is obviously much more elegant and fresh, so the tall boys all accepted it happily at once.

The five of them walked towards the administrative office together, and there were already several students of the same grade walking in the same direction along the way, and the second class had even moved the books back, and the two classes met on opposite sides, and the people in the second class squeezed their eyebrows at the first class, and the first class squeezed back without showing weakness.

Because the administrative office is a bit far away from the teaching area, the students have basically never been there, and they are all curious. The short, white, shrill-voiced boy went into the room to look for the teacher, and after a while, he came out again to direct the movement of books.

Because they had to carry a class of books, including all the subjects and workbooks, almost all of the people who came with An Ran hugged a large handful of books with their noses and rushed to the classroom panting.

Enron hadn't experienced such a group activity for a long time, and he didn't feel tired when he moved it, but was full of novelty, and he ran into the classroom with a giggling haha. Because everyone thinks that only by running fast will they save effort.

Move all the books to the lectern in the classroom, and put the lectern on the ground if it can't be placed. By this time, the classroom had been almost cleaned, and only a few girls were still carefully wiping the glass.

The white short and sharp-voiced boy read his name according to the roster, and asked An Ran to stand on the edge of the podium to hand out books, and those who read their names came to the podium to get the books.

The boys seemed to enjoy this kind of work, and before the student whose name could be read came to the podium, they took a copy of each of the books, put them in a heavy stack of the classmate's arms, and Shen shook him, and then everyone laughed together.

In such an atmosphere, Enron suddenly felt inexplicable joy.

Although it was lively, An Ran still carefully discovered one thing, that is, his strength became smaller, and his arms became thinner.

Maybe it's because I'm just entering puberty at this age, An Ran took a closer look and found that less than half of the boys in the class spoke a little like a male duck's voice, and their height was relatively tall, but the girls all had a slight pouch on their chests, and they looked green and cute.

Well, it's really invincible! An Ran moved his Adam's apple a little shyly.

The book was sent quickly, because the squad leader who had not yet developed read the name quickly, so the few people who sent the book were all busy sweating. After the distribution, the class leader wrote on the blackboard that Saturday and Sunday are normal breaks, and the representatives of the main subjects also took the stage to write: hand in homework: Chinese, hand in 8 essays and summer vacation homework. Mathematics, summer homework. In English, 40 words are handed in, and summer homework is submitted.

The head of the class has been standing on the podium very patiently, and after the representatives of the three major subjects finished writing, he happily announced the end of school and reminded everyone to bring shovels in the afternoon, and those who did not arrive would be treated as absenteeism.

The cheers of the whole class directly drowned out the second half of the class leader's sentence, and everyone rushed out of the classroom with their schoolbags with new books and ran towards the carport.

An Ran walked indifferently at the end, and walked side by side with the squad leader who locked the door at the end. One last look at the empty and clean classroom is actually a different kind of enjoyment. An Ran and the squad leader glanced at each other and smiled knowingly.

An Ran remembered the name of the squad leader, Zhao Yanpu. At that time, he was admitted to the Textile High School with the first grade in the whole grade, and Enron's score at that time was the 39th in the class, ranking in the middle of the 68th in the class. However, before An Ran was reborn, his grades seemed to have slipped to 65th in the class, and Class Leader Zhao seemed to have lost the glory of his elementary school days, and his grades fell to 9th in the grade.

Because I live diagonally opposite the attached middle school, there is a road in the middle, so Enron has always walked to school. Waving goodbye to squad leader Zhao, An Ran almost subconsciously turned into the commissary west of the gate.

The commissary was opened by an uncle, and An Ran only remembered that he had seen him once from afar after graduating from college in his previous life, and then heard that he had passed away.

Seeing it again now, An Ran suddenly felt as if he couldn't see enough no matter how he looked, and he saw Uncle Wang touching his nose vigorously: "Take what you eat." ”

An Ran reacted a little sluggishly, and finally touched his pocket and smiled awkwardly: "I forgot to bring money." ”

"Take it, just send it over next time." Uncle Wang remembers Enron, because everyone lives not far away.

An Ran nodded, leaned over to the freezer, stretched out his hand to open the door, and there was a cold air, and there were all kinds of good things that he had only dreamed of in his previous life, and his eyes were shining.

Uncle Wang was not surprised, because almost all children saw popsicles and ice cream with this kind of look, but it took a little longer to pay attention to it.

Shen Pu fanned his bare legs, reached out and wiped it on the towel on his bare shoulder, and Uncle Wang walked over with a smile: "The new ice cream sent today." Stretching out his hand, An Ran saw a large pile of small snowman sorbets.

An Ran took one, Uncle Wang quickly closed the freezer door, and carefully covered it with a thin quilt: "This is the end of school?" ”

An Ran nodded and threw the sorbet into the garbage basket next to the freezer: "Clean up today and shovel the grass on the playground in the afternoon." When he remembered it, he added: "I have to borrow a shovel." ”

The shovel in the family yard of the textile factory is not a must-have item for the family, and An Ran remembers that the neighbor Grandma Li has one.

Uncle Wang nodded, and at this time, other children came to buy things, so An Ran waved goodbye: "I'll give you the money in the afternoon." How much? ”

"Five cents." Uncle Wang said with a smile, looking at Enron's eyes is like looking at his own grandson.

Enron knows that this is definitely a conscience price, because this ice cream has a strong milky taste.

An's mother works in the archives of the factory, and there is a library, a copy room, and an information office next to it -- in fact, it is for the factory executives to play with computers, with a few broken computers and no network cables.

As soon as An Ran entered An's mother's archive room, An's mother was surprised: "Why are you here?" Pull him under the fan: "Fan quickly." ”

An Ran glanced at the large row of bookshelves by the wall of the archive room, as well as the computers in the next room: "School is out of class, school is over." ”

An's mother: "You can play with the computer, I'll get you the key to open the door." "Mother Ann has this privilege.

An Ran was fine anyway, so he obediently sat in front of the computer, and when the computer interface opened, An Ran suddenly felt the freshness and ...... of seeing antiques Miss? Similar to win2000? Not XP yet?

He really wants to surf the Internet, but there is no network cable here, so he can't practice his fast hand speed on the computer, right? He was a writer in his last life!

Still is...... Can he really practice five-stroke typing?

Still is...... Can he write a novel again in this life?