"What's the nerves in the morning! Why can't you sleep?"

......

The classmates in the dormitory building opposite seemed to have been woken up by Guan Xiaoyu's sudden madness, if it weren't for the building away, people would probably throw slippers to stick to his face.

Guan Xiaoyu hurriedly walked away.

Wash up, make your bed, it's the same as it was yesterday.

But Xiaoyu's mood is different, and he feels particularly energetic in everything he does.

Adou was still sleeping, Guan Xiaoyu left dried fish for it before he went out with confidence, and put half more than usual, not stingy at all.

That thing is too sleepy, every time Guan Xiaoyu prepares breakfast for it, Guan Xiaoyu has always been very suspicious of who is the master of the two.

When he went out, he consciously came to Tian Yu's room, because he had to eat, and the rations were in Tian Yu's hands.

The door was not locked, he pushed the door in, several people were already eating, Lin Lei and Cen Jing actually got up so early, which was a bit unexpected to him.

Breakfast, of course, is dumplings, boiled eggs and leek filling, pure natural and pollution-free.

"Morning!"

Guan Xiaoyu smiled happily, moved a stool and sat down, and began to serve dumplings to himself, laughing while eating dumplings, as if he had been hit by a magic barrier.

Several people looked at him in a daze, and they just yelled at him in the morning, this state ...... Didn't you take the wrong medicine?

Cen Jing's face trembled, "It's almost noon, it's still early?"

"What?"

Guan Xiaoyu was stunned, he didn't have anything to look at the time, and they naturally didn't have things like the firing needle machine that only rich people have.

But they would look at the sun to calculate the time, and their poor days in the snail village taught them many fairy skills.

And now the sun indicates that it is almost noon.

"Oh, so we had lunch. Guan Xiaoyu was eating dumplings, and suddenly felt strange, "No, someone in the opposite building just scolded me! ”

Cen Jing glanced at Guan Xiaoyu, "Who doesn't have a few immortals who are sick?"

Guan Xiaoyu nodded, very recognized, like them, who are very popular in the school, walking classes to catch chickens and soaking sick numbers, and beating teachers with mahjong cards, they are all senior players.

The wind and rain in those years were the bloody wind and rain of the entire snail village......

Guan Xiaoyu suddenly found that there was one person missing.

"Where's the second brother?"

Because Yu Bing is only a few days younger than Du Gou in the waste circle, and only ranks after Brother Dog by age, everyone is used to calling him Second Brother.

In turn, Lin Lei is the third, Cen Jing is the fourth, Guan Xiaoyu is the fifth, and Tian Yu is the sixth.

The six of them burned paper in Turtle Mountain, killed chickens and cut their fingers, and they were brothers for life.

"He's the one who has a biological clock that is more accurate than a firing needle, and he ate a few dumplings early in the morning and went to class. Cen Jing ate dumplings, his face indifferent.

They are all used to it, and Yu Bing is indeed incompatible with them many times.

Guan Xiaoyu looked at Tian Yu, "Why didn't you go to class with your second brother today." ”

Tian Yu finished eating the dumplings and began to put away the bowls, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, who will cook for you when I leave?"

Guan Xiaoyu sighed in his heart, "What a brother of conscience! ”

Lin Lei and Cen Jing also thought so, but they didn't know that Tian Yu also had his own careful thoughts.

Tian Yu could have left the dumplings on the table and let them get up and come over to eat by himself, but he was mainly worried about the money in the bottom drawer of the bedside table......

After eating dumplings, Tian Yu cleaned up the table, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and the four of them swaggered to class.

For senior scumbags...... No, they can't reach the scope of scumbags, calling them scumbags is an insult to the term scumbags, they should be called scumbags!

For senior ruffians, there is no classroom that cannot be found, Cen Jing put his hands in his pockets, took coquettish steps, and took a few people all the way to the Shaw Building, just like a group of kings, kings like the wind.

I have to say that Wolong College is indeed worthy of being a regular college in the city, and it is not comparable to the private primary school in Snail Village at all.

The college is very large, there are more than a dozen buildings, the buildings are all bricks, there are four or five stories high, all of them are black and white contrasting design, simple and beautiful, I don't know how many times more beautiful than the small buildings in Snail Village.

There are neat trees planted on the roadside, even the age of the species is highly uniform, and there is a green lawn, which is very suitable for walking and sleeping.

Entering the Shaw Building, I found the third class on the third floor, the students were already in class, in the bright classroom, more than a dozen or twenty students were listening carefully, and on the three-foot podium, the teacher was giving a serious lecture.

Cen Jing swaggered into the classroom like this, although he was a freshman who had just reported to the college yesterday, he looked like a senior - he didn't even pay attention to the teacher.

"Hello teacher, we are new students, come to report. ”

Cen Jing walked up to the teacher with the four of them, and bowed deeply to the teacher, looking very polite and literate.

The teacher was middle-aged, dressed in a black and white contrasting teacher's uniform, tall and strong, with a resolute face, except for the eyeballs, the expression on his face was motionless, as if he had had a stroke.

The teacher glanced at Cen Jing and the others, and snorted coldly, "You guys, go back and take a shower, and then change into clean clothes and come back to talk to me." ”

"Uh......" Cen Jing suddenly found that he was speechless, and looked at his hands and feet, which were quite clean, so he was about to say something, "Teacher......"

"Roll ......"

The teacher waved his hand, and with a gust of wind in his face, he directly rolled the four bear children out, and placed four "big" characters in the corridor outside the door, among them, Cen Jing's "big" character was still upside down, and his two legs were glued to the wall......

Cen Jing hurriedly walked with the four of them, and he finally realized a little bit of the difference in the Soul Hunting Academy-the teachers here may not be able to do it......

"Ten minutes for you!"

The roar of the stroke teacher came from the classroom again, and the four of them hurriedly ran back to the dormitory, it was too late to take off their clothes and break them to wash, several people hurriedly washed their hands and faces, and rubbed them vigorously with honey locusts several times, not daring to have a trace of debris on their faces, so Lin Lei even took out the ancestral sandpaper!

It is conceivable to what extent the desire to survive has reached.

This is a must, although a few people have rough skin and thick flesh, and they are born to be beaten, but no one wants to be swept around by the teacher's sleeves in the breeze, right?

After changing into the brand-new uniforms that had been hung up in the wardrobe of the dormitory, several people rushed to the classroom again, this time without the previous coquettish row, and the four of them held on to the door frame of the classroom and gasped, like a few wild dogs in the water.

"Old ...... Teacher...... We...... Changed ......"

Cen Jing couldn't even straighten his tongue when he spoke, and he only felt that today's lesson was ...... It's a bit of a top.

The stroke teacher slowly raised his left hand, looked at an iron gadget on his wrist, and said coldly: "The speed is too slow! It's twenty-one seconds late! I don't have to go to class today, one second late, round off and let me go to the playground for thirty laps, and if I can't finish running, I'm not allowed to eat!"

"I'll go!"

Cen Jing feels like he's going crazy, what kind of rounding is this?

"What did you just say?" the stroke teacher was furious, ready to raise his right hand again.

"Wait!" Cen Jing instantly wilted, and quickly explained, "Teacher...... Teacher, you must calm your anger! I just said...... I'll go...... I can't go!"