Chapter 9: The Gentle Northwest Wind

People who live in novels or TV often think that waking up every day is a new day, because there are always some tricks that will bring people a sense of freshness, but unfortunately, in reality, you can never put aside tea, rice, oil and salt, especially for the student party and most office workers, time is like a cycle, it is constantly repeating a certain day or a certain moment before.

What I repeated this morning was that there was no breakfast.

What's even more unfortunate is that Gu Shang didn't call me when he got up, causing me to be late for training.

But if you're already late, why care how long you're late?

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, walked into the bathroom in a hurry, glanced at the sewer subconsciously, and began to try to imagine its distant end...... I wonder if it will lead to the primeval forest? I glanced at the toilet bowl again and continued to try to fantasize...... (This is a pure joke, and there is no disrespect for the indigenous friends of Africa)

"Brother, today is your group's duty, right?"

"Yes, it seems to be."

"Dude, I'm here to offer warmth, help you be on duty, righteous?"

"Righteousness! You offer it first, I have to train quickly. ”

From a distance, I saw the majestic back of Boss Yan, and just as I was about to run a few steps, I met Boss Yan's looking back.

"Gu Yang, you kid are late again?"

"Don't wronged me, what's the concept of 'again', I was the first to arrive yesterday!"

"Go, run around the playground! If I don't say stop, you'll keep running for me! ”

"Huh? I'm hungry. ”

"What did you say?"

"I said I got it, teacher!"

In fact, it's nothing to run laps, but I haven't eaten this time, and I have to drink a northwest wind, it's really difficult for me.

"Assemble and assemble, I have something to do in a while, you train according to the plan, there is only one principle, seriously, do you hear?"

Although I don't know if I want to continue my penalty run, I seem to see in him the hope that the next generation of teenagers will thrive, oh, not too rigorous, at least they will grow up happily!

Back in the classroom, the old man threw me a bottle of Coke.

"Here, I invited Haitao, and I bought it for you by the way."

"I'm shaking, you are really righteous, do you have bread?"

"Aren't there crispy noodles in the hole in your table?"

"Okay, why did you invite him to drink Coke?"

"Won't he be on duty for me?"

I turned to Haitao and said, "Aren't you dedicated?" What about the face? ”

"He's not my daughter-in-law, dedication Mao, or if you marry me, I'll dedicate it every day."

"Get out, don't want Lao Tzu to slam the door upside down!"

I was poor, and I forgot to write a review.

Of course, how could a man as manly as me bow to a yellow-haired girl? Although she left marks on my arms, she resolutely followed me through the youth years for a few seconds......

Friday class is hard, but for me it is the most focused, after all, distraction is only occasional, and sleep is hard.

During recess exercises, the kid in charge of checking was always hanging around me, which made me very uncomfortable.

However, I don't know if it was the northwest wind that drank too much, or the relaxation caused by his recent departure, in short, I exploded on the spot......

I wanted to stop, but the damn turning and jumping action made my P louder, and the classmates around me were obviously smiling.

I was embarrassed, but I was quickly relieved:

Just let my super invincible spin P, add some material to your boring study life~

What I don't understand is why I still exhaust when I haven't eaten?

The experience of recess exercise made me even more shameless to sleep, so I began to eagerly hope for the end of class and the end of school.

Huh? Since it's Friday, I'll have to add a few more.

So I started praying hard: no homework this week, and I won the jackpot on the weekend...... (#‵′) convex ...... ⊙﹏⊙b…… o(&)o…… O(∩_∩)O~……

"You...... What are you doing? ”

"You know."

"Got your brain in the water, right?"

In the face of such provocations, I chose to remain silent...... After all, I still have that power......

At lunch, I ate a lot, and even my mother could see how "arrogant" I was today, but eating too much has always been my mother's favorite thing, so the reason behind it is not so important.

The afternoon passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the bell rang for the end of school.

The sunset bids farewell to the busy people with a little afterglow, leaving behind a warm feeling of red clouds, and whenever this scene appears, people will speed up the pace of work and end the day.

Can......

"This is a very valuable question, let's finish it first, Mr. Zhou will wait for a while, soon."

It seems that the profession of a teacher can only be regarded as the end of the day by sending students out of the school gate. So the teachers are usually racing against time, and the students are mostly living like years.

We are accustomed to teachers dragging the classroom, and parents are also used to it, most of them can accept the duration of less than an hour, but this operation is too random, and students cannot inform their parents in advance, so the teacher fixes the time every Friday, so that parents will have points in their hearts.

As the saying goes, "there is a policy and there is a countermeasure", this phrase may not be appropriate here, but I want to say that there are different ways to delay or solve any problem. This is not a summary of the previous paragraph, but a foreshadowing of the next paragraph:

In order to let my mother grasp the meal time, I try to control the time to get home about an hour after school, if there is a gap in the middle, I go to the small park next to it for a stroll, occasionally climb the rocks, occasionally stretch the cross, occasionally rest, occasionally pick flowers (this is completely for rhyme, we will never do anything that destroys the environment).

But now it seems that I don't need to go for a walk.

The stars are winking at people.

It is said that most superstitious people like to "liberate" their souls to the heavens, claiming to enjoy freedom or some kind of salvation, and they can also be accompanied by the stars at night, but those stars are wide-eyed and scurrying around in terror.

Thinking of this, I seem to hear a voice saying something that says, "This is the last question", alas, this is probably the common mantra of teachers.

I came back to my senses and saw Xiao Zhou standing on the podium gesturing something, and only then did I realize that everything just now was my delusion.

But what is the difference between Xiao Zhou and Xiao Zhang......

Suddenly, I felt a shiver all over my body, my cold hair stood on end, and I only heard a deep voice say, "I'll leave some more homework." ”

Then, the class was in an uproar......

Xiao Zhou saw that the situation was out of control, and hurriedly explained: "Don't 'ah', it's not much, these two papers will be handed in on Monday, come, pass them on." ”

Then, there was another uproar......

The world, it's black, sometimes it's humorous, but when you really think it's humor, you're silent......

I seemed to see my mother's anxious look.

"I'm so hungry."

"Don't talk, copy the question."

It's strange, what's the matter with me that you're copying questions?

At the same time, I heard protests coming from my abdomen...... I was pretty full at noon.

"It's annoying, stop talking."

"......" How can there be such a nasty imp!

"Alright, let's go home." I believe that when Xiao Zhou said this, no student would feel liberated, but silently whispered in his heart: "Cut~"