The next morning, as soon as the bell rang, it quickly spread to every corner of the campus. Just like the holy decree handed down by the emperor in history, it is not to be careless.

The lights of the boys' dormitory were radiating at almost the same time. In contrast, the girls' dormitory was surprisingly quiet, and there was no coughing at all.

Could it be that this decree doesn't work for these girls? Soon the bell rang. All the class teachers took up their posts to express their cordial greetings to the start of school.

An unforgettable lesson to these poor creatures who make up their lessons. The teachers of each subject also walked to the teacher with full spirit.

But as soon as I entered the classroom door, I saw that there was a large empty area here, and there were scattered places on the other side, and there was no one. The head teacher's face changed to another look.

The teacher also thought it was incredible, as there had never been a record of such a situation in history. All the girls did not show up for class!!!

The head teacher turned around to inquire about the situation in the next class. Hehe, with the same condition, the girls didn't show up for class. He immediately began to launch the Will.

Then he pointed his finger at the boy who was snickering on the first stage: "You go and wake them up." ”

The boy received the order and hurried towards the girls' dormitory. When he got to the door, he didn't know what to do. If you shout at the throat, some can't be justified.

He simply kicked the door of the girls' dormitory, but fortunately, the door was strong. It can withstand his kick like that. He was a little smarter, and kicked the door of the other class's dormitory, and then a very angry voice came from inside: "Who is there to kick the door?" ”

"Class, class, class, the teacher told you to get up quickly, the teacher is powerful, you should hurry up." After all, this is a place of right and wrong that you can't stay for a long time, so I hurriedly ran to the head teacher to report the situation

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the voices of these delicate girls gradually appeared at the door of the classroom. Mu Yan just hastily freshened up, and then ran to the teacher.

As a sign of respect for the teacher, I thought of the kindergarten teacher. Taught them to shout a report when they are late. Then Mu Yan shouted loudly into the classroom: "Report report." "If the tone is prolonged.

Then when I got to the ears of my classmates, I heard: "It's not good, it's not good." ”

All of a sudden, the whole class laughed. The two teachers turned their heads to her at the same time.

"You're really not good, you're late for your first class." But he nodded and motioned for her to go in.

So, Mu Yan looked at the boys in the class. Walked to his seat. For a long time to come, it's not easy to do it. Like a plague. Went viral on campus.

Then the second girl, the third girl. The same shouts are not good, not good, report, report.

The homeroom teacher was also amused by their bad or bad behavior, he carefully prepared it, and it was able to blow up, and the lines of the classmates were forgotten all at once, there was really no way.

Finally, he made a gesture to let the Chinese teacher standing next to him start the class and walked out of the classroom. The Chinese teacher was also stylish enough, so he was silent, and only let the classmate on the stage copy the translation on the blackboard. It's very eerie.

At this time, Mu Yan couldn't care so much, she was only busy copying and translating, but her eyes were really not angry. The words on the blackboard were covered like fog.

Myopic students can't afford to hurt! At this time, Mu Yan seemed to be about to fall off a cliff, and she only had one small hand to climb on the cliff. In the midst of a struggling struggle.

It's hard to see the words on the blackboard! Hey, he suddenly noticed that the table next to him was very cheerful. She couldn't care about that much.

She squinted at the classmate next to her, who was called He Jing. Thinking that I have just met, I should not reject myself.

"Hehe, can you please move the notebook here?" Mu Yan lowered her tone and said.

As soon as the new table saw what was going on, he knew what was going on. But Mu Yan was greatly disappointed. The new tablemate, just moved a little.

Mu Yan was really aggrieved and copied it. Later, Mu Yan saw Zhang Zijing's three words in the girl's book. Liu Can, who was at the same table on the other side of Mu Yan, seemed to be old classmates with Zhang Zijing.

Although there is a big mountain of Muyan in the middle, they will also go around the foot of the mountain to talk. Since Zhang Zijing is not easy to get along with, Mu Yan began to play Liu Can's idea.

But Mu Yan found that Liu Can's eyesight was not much better than herself.

Of course, this was discovered after Mu Yan copied a few words, and it was estimated that Zhang Zijing's eyes were only 0.01 higher than Mu Yan's eyes. After a period of communication with Liu Can, Mu Yan felt that it was really easy to get along, and the two quickly chatted hotly.

But Zhang Zijing and Liu Can are old classmates after all, and seeing that Zhang Zijing has finished copying the notes on the blackboard, Mu Yan and Liu Can are both vigilant at the same time.

The two are the starting point of equality, but Zhang Zijing read without asking Mu Yan if he had copied it, so he gave the book to Liu Can. originally hated Zhang Zijing. Now I hate Zhang Zijing even more.

Time passed in a flash, and Mu Yan's school life in two weeks was several times more stressful than he imagined, and almost all the materials she bought were new, and she planned to practice hard by herself.

Where do you know that homework is one after another, and each class is more intense than the other. The jokes and stories that used to be readily available are gone.

Although the songs can be heard, they are all weak, and they are even more upset to listen to them. It was Thursday, and the evening self-study was physics, and perhaps the teacher suddenly understood how bad the world would be without music.

"Okay, let's get up and sing a song together." As soon as the teacher Chrysostom opened, the classroom immediately boiled.

The teacher found out in his conscience today, and finally understood how beautiful music is, and it is not enough to make amends, so Mu Yan put down the pen in her hand and prepared to sing to her heart's content.

Where do you know that the students' heads are full of physics problems, and they don't have the heart to sing at all......

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For the people we like, we call them friends; For the people we hate, we call them enemies, and for the nameless people around us, we call them passers-by.

After entering the third year of junior high school, Mu Yan was awake and confused every day, and her daily life was almost a picture, running to the classroom in the meager morning light, picking up a thin pen and drawing it on the paper, and after the urging bell, she flew from the fifth floor to the ground playground to exercise, looking forward to the urge to gobble up in the sound of explanation.

It is Mu Yan's yearning to be a lonely heroine, she has always hoped to come gently, go quietly, come and go freely, and shuttle in the trend of this season in a chic manner.

But a thousand experiences have taught her that it is impossible for people to exist in isolation from the group.

Mu Yan soon joined Liu Can and Zhang Zijing. Mu Yan likes Liu Can very much and calls her a confidant; Mu Yan hates Zhang Zijing and calls it unreasonable............

In the end, it became understandable all of a sudden, it can be seen that there is more love than hate, not to mention that these are not worth hating, every day after school, they shout and laugh into the cafeteria.

Although Mu Yan accepted Liu Can and Zhang Zijing, she still hated Zhang Zijing's more direct tone and careful thinking that could be seen through at a glance.

This morning, Mu Yan, as usual, didn't wait for the wake-up bell to ring, so she began to rush to the classroom in a trotting posture, bowing her head and reviewing their homework.

No one knows when the wake-up bell will be remembered.

"Mu Yan, there are still two minutes to, let's go, let's go down."

Mu Yan just didn't want to read, and her words were like hitting her temples: "Go, go to." ”

They slowly stepped down the stairs, like this feeling of swaying and strolling, they rarely tried, and after they entered the third year of junior high school, the word walking has been completely deleted from their lives.

Even when you go downstairs to eat, you also trot, or run while walking. Mu Yan and Zhang Zijing felt that although it was only two minutes, it really satisfied their desire to enjoy time, and their whole bodies relaxed.

It's like going back to the joy of playing and chasing with children when I was a child, and it's like dancing in the blue sky, sleeping on the wheat stalk, and enjoying the gift of God.

Zhang Zijing didn't know when she grabbed Mu Yan's arm. This kind of selflessness to get rid of everything is rare since Mu Yan started school. However, the two minutes came too quickly, and the bell was ...... Ending their wandering in their minds, the two let go of their hands without thinking and ran towards the playground......

When she returned to the classroom, Mu Yan was already sweating profusely, and she couldn't care so much at this time, so she wiped the sweat with her sleeve.

"Mu Yan, come, catch, drink water." Zhang Zijing got a bottle of mineral water from somewhere and threw it at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan took the bottle very standardly, and threw a beautiful smile at Zhang Zijing, her eyes full of gratitude.

Before Mu Yan unscrewed the cap, the teacher had already opened the textbook and started the lesson.

"The classmates are quiet." The noise of 180 decibels just now disappeared in an instant.

It can be seen that the students are now free to put away their wildness.

PS: When the dust settles on you, the first part has ended, and now the fourth part of Mu Yan's middle school years, when I went back to my hometown two years ago to clean up the old things, I found that I had written a novel by hand after graduating from middle school, and it was copied into an electronic file according to the original text written before, which was originally written in the fourth volume of the book, and it was temporarily decided to write Mu Yan's middle school years first, and then the story of Qiao Hai and Mu Yan, as well as the story of Mu Yan and Li Zilong, were placed in the second volume and the third volume respectively, and each volume of the whole novel existed independently, but it was inseparable, Thank you for your great support!

In fact, the penmanship written in the third year of junior high school was a bit naïve, but I read it again, and if I were asked to write it now, I might never be able to write the details and the original state of mind, so Mu Yan's middle school years were copied from the whole book as it was, respecting all my initial appearance at that time, including writing, it turned out that I had loved it for so many years.

When I opened my old things, I realized that whether it was junior high school, high school, or college, I insisted on writing, but at that time I wrote for myself, and now I want to put it in the sun!