"Haha, it's done very well, it's good to be in time, if you send it later, it's estimated that it will be scrapped." The magic star stone in the hand of the cursed witch said excitedly.

Then, from the four-dimensional space, it summoned a sucker the size of a palm. There is a small pit in the middle, just enough to hold the Lower Demon Star Stone.

After doing all this, Meng Ke watched from the side with a tired look.

This feels somewhat similar to the charging principle of humans, and when the magic star stone finally turns red, it can be taken out of the suction cup.

A cool breeze blew through the window and hit Fu Anning's face.

It was already early in the morning, and he was going to read a book, but he didn't know when he fell asleep.

In order to be able to get the title of the gold list in the college entrance examination three years later, no matter how hard and tired you are, you have to persevere.

Forget it, go back to your room and sleep first, and then insist on it later.

In fact, the pressure of first-year students is still quite high, let alone those in the upper grades.

Leaving early and returning late has become their norm.

Even if it's a machine made of iron, it is estimated that there will be times when it will not be able to hold on, not to mention that they are still teenagers.

Saturday's make-up class activities also invisibly joined in the excitement.

As everyone knows, some students simply want to give up this long journey. Playing with mobile phones at night has become their best reliance.

Recently, Zhao Jie, a student in the first (ninth) class of high school, has become obsessed with mobile phones, sometimes hugging for hours, and he can't stop at all.

I got a Unicom King Card for myself, although the monthly phone bill is not too expensive. The living expenses given to him by his parents just happened to make up, and then he relied on eating instant noodles to save money.

No, seeing that the mid-term exam is approaching, he is disdainful, and he is still with his mobile phone and the Internet speed.

"Hey, don't laugh so exaggerated, okay, don't affect us if you want to sleep in class."

In the school dormitory of No. 2 Middle School, Yang Changwei picked up a slipper and threw it at Zhao Jie, who was sleeping on the top bunk.

"Damn, you dare to attack me, and you didn't eat your rice."

angered Zhao Jie, it wasn't a joke, he quickly pushed open the window and threw the slippers out.

The night breeze that came in from the window was all sprinkled on Yang Changwei's immature face without reservation.

The knob for closing the window is placed relatively high, almost reaching the top bunk.

I don't know what time it is, Yang Changwei was too lazy to move, so he simply covered himself tightly with the quilt.

Zhao Jie, on the other hand, stood still, holding his mobile phone firmly and watching the video above.

The power will be cut off at 23 o'clock in the school dormitory, but Zhao Jie thought of a unique method in order to have more fun.

Charge it in advance, which is a must, and under his sheets, there is also a high-power power bank hidden to make a backup in case of emergency.

He's just using his phone to watch TV series and chat or something.

I didn't dare to play the game at all, that teammate was super pitted, and just a few minutes later, I was wiped out by the enemy's Zhong Wuyan.

In a trance, it soon came the early morning of the next day.

Several other students in the dormitory were cleaning up their faces and brushing their teeth, and they got up at six o'clock, but Zhao Jie was fine, and it was 6:20 before he reluctantly got out of the bed.

Dragging a tired body, he rushed to the class like that.

As long as there is no traffic jam on the road, there is still time. In the midst of strategizing, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away. Everything is under control.

Under the attention of the head teacher, he stepped on the bell and entered the classroom.

Anyway, Zhao Jie wasn't late, right, Teacher Wu couldn't say anything, he could only scratch his head in embarrassment, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel.

Sometimes, the teachers will sit together and discuss whether they are not teaching well, or whether the students of this class are really too bad to catch up.

As the saying goes, there is no good or bad student in the world, only those who learn or not.

Zhao Jie sat on the chair with his buttocks, and casually took out a language book from the desk, and he even spent the time washing his face sleeping.

At this time, the upper and lower eyelids fought, and sleepiness swept through his entire cranial nerves.

The Song characters on the books also began to blur, and even ghosted.

He spent the whole night playing with his phone, and now, it's time to get a good night's sleep.

Langlang's reading voice had long since drowned out his snoring.

The first period is the Chinese class.

The teacher first asked the textbook to be closed, and after the whole class collectively recited an ancient text, a new round of journey began.

"After almost a week, we have appreciated the literary charm of the previous unit. Today, let the morning when the dew is stained with flowers, take us into a famous ancient female lyricist in Chinese history. Li Qingzhao, what secrets can be explored in her graceful style, this is the focus of this section. ”

As soon as the teacher's words fell, I heard the sound of classmates snoring below.

All the students focused on Zhao Jie.

"Wow, he slept so soundly."

Where there are many people, whispering is indispensable.

Originally, I was going to talk about the article "Slow Voice", but I was stunned that the teacher used it on Zhao Jie's body, "This time, how can I sleep well." ”

"Hehe, is the god of sleep possessed?" Li Hu's unintentional remark made all the classmates laugh.

At this time, the god of sleep was also woken up by inexplicable laughter.

He raised his eyes and looked blankly at the teachers and students in the classroom.

Alas, it's all the fault of mobile phones, and if you knew it would be addictive, you shouldn't have learned to surf the Internet.

"Zhao Jie, in your dream, have you also seen Li Qingzhao herself, and appreciated her literary brilliance, let's recite the text to be taught today." The teacher said neatly.

"Li Qingzhao, is it a new female classmate?"

Zhao Jie estimated that he was purely here to be funny, and the classmates who didn't provoke him laughed and broke his stomach, he refused to give up.

If Qingzhao is a student, then Xin Qijian will not become a class teacher, and with Li Bai's status in the literary world, he can simply be the principal.

In the end, Zhao Jie was not only punished for standing for a class, but also had to copy the text again, and all the bad luck happened to him alone.

"Copying texts doesn't exist at all."

Zhao Jie spat hard and stood on the edge of the urinal pit in the toilet.

He thought about it, when he went out to be a sanitation worker, he had to spend a few small amounts of money a month, what kind of crime did he suffer in school.

Since graduating from junior high school, he wanted to work part-time, but his family didn't agree. Now the conditions are so good, if you don't go to a university, it's too borrowable.

In order to fulfill his parents' mission and the villagers' perception of him, Zhao Jie agreed to go to high school in the city.

"Do you want to be the strongest in the learning world?"

At this time, a terrifying sound sounded in the toilet.