So, he spoke in advance: "Eat, eat." If you don't hurry, you'll be late for class. By the way, after breakfast, I'll go home, your mother will stay, and it's up to you when she is willing to leave. ”

Wang Chengyou also wanted to exclaim "what", but he stopped in time. He smiled at his mother, keenly capturing the idea that she would stay in Shanghai next weekend.

"Okay, if my mom books a hotel suite near my school, she can help me deliver hotel breakfast in the morning."

"If you like it, buy it. It's just a few dozen dollars a meal, are you short of money? ”

Wang Chengyou sighed: "Mom, what I lack is time. ”

As Wang Chen planned, after the meal, everyone divided into two ways.

Mi Zhi took one of the cars and took his son Wang Chengyou to the Fudan campus on Handan Road in Wujiaochang, Yangpu District.

In the following week, Michel used her eyes and WeChat to track and see her son's college life up close.

He! It's true! It's so busy!

Outside of classes, I spend 4 hours a day in the library. One and a half hours of it was obtained by compressing the meal time.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, I joined a strange club to perform a drama, perform a classic campus drama, and record a pioneering senior.

At half past nine in the evening, Wang Chengyou began a half-hour evening run. At 10 o'clock, he ran back to the dormitory, and when he arrived at the dormitory, he began to deal with the affairs required to be the class leader, including the personnel arrangements for various class activities carried out by the student council. Doing these things is like resting for him, and by the way, chatting with his roommates to maintain their relationship.

At half past eleven, Wang Chengyou, who had finished all the idle things of the day and washed up, began to write the summary of the day and the plan for tomorrow. 11:40 a.m. He opened the email and wrote emails to some of the high school alumni in different countries, including the old man James, a high school English teacher who returned to China after teaching their class.

He worked until 12 o'clock, when his roommates turned off the lights, and then he turned off his computer and climbed into the top bunk.

I wanted to say goodnight to Mo Yan, but I thought that she might have fallen asleep a long time ago, so I held back.

The classmates around me basically spend their lives like this. Even Zheng Shuguang, who seems to be more interested in chasing girls than studying, spends no less than 2 hours a day in the library. Not to mention the piles of brick books he borrowed.

Of course, there are also those who do not have the baggage of prestigious schools and live a relatively indulgent life. However, the four people in Wang Chengyou's dormitory basically maintained the level of consciousness and self-discipline of famous school students.

When Wang Chengyou was lying on the top bunk, hesitating to say goodnight to Mo Yan for fear of waking her up, Mo Yan was not asleep as he thought.

Mo Yan was turning on the night light and reading hard.

After entering the transfer student group, I learned that every year from their school successfully transferred to Fudan is basically one student in two or three years. Pinch your fingers, there was just one last year...... Mo Yan silently lowered the standard and changed it to the goal of Joey's East China Normal level.

After inquiring again, East China Normal is also in demand. It's basically one a year. A whole school, only one lucky person.

Statistical probability, in fact, is still very valuable for reference. After all, Mo Yan is just an ordinary person with an IQ within the normal range. She couldn't be so arrogant as to think that she would become an exam genius in just one year.

Only, work hard!

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Mi Zhi changed out of the high heels that he didn't wear under 5cm, put on the sneakers that looked young, put on jeans that he hadn't touched for at least 20 years, and put on a white T-shirt.

Looking in the hotel mirror and looking at the logo of the luxury brand on the T-shirt, Michel decided to keep it low.

After Mi Zhi was dressed according to her wishes, she carried the hotel's paper bag and loaded the hotel's barbecued pork buns, custard buns, shrimp dumplings, jade siu mai and other foods to the direction of Wang Chengyou's bedroom.

Surrounded by energetic young people, Mi Zhi went against the current, feeling that she was in the midst of youth, and she also quietly became younger.

Not long after, I saw my son with a backpack on one shoulder in the crowd.

The son is so handsome, he stands out from the crowd and is recognized by her at a glance. She happily waved her hands and handed over the packaged food like a treasure. Wang Chengyou opened the lunch box and handed it to the people around him. Only then did Mi Chi realize that there were three boys standing next to him. If you look closely, you have a slight impression that it seems to be my son's roommate.

They talked to Mi Ji one after another, and were a little embarrassed to call her "Auntie".

There were two relatively face-sensitive ones, oh no, relatively shy ones, and after eating one or two, they thanked them and left first. There is a man who is about the same size as his son, and he unceremoniously eats many of them in one bite. Michel is not a stingy person, but she doesn't want her son to go to class hungry.

"This classmate, I see that you are very familiar, what is your name?" Michel smiled and talked to him, trying to slow down the pace of his fight for food with his son.

"Ah......h I...... Zheng Shuguang"

Mi Zhi was still racking his brains to think of a new topic, but saw Wang Chengyou push the lunch box in his hand into Zheng Shuguang's hand: "I've eaten well." ”

Zheng Shuguang quickly picked up the last xiaolongbao in the box with his hands and feet, and said inarticulately: "I'm okay too." ”

"I mean, you can go and take out the trash."

"You can throw the garbage box on the way to the classroom."

Wang Chengyou glanced at him: "Deputy squad leader!" ”

"I throw in the towel! I go, I lose, I go. ”

Mi Zhi looked at it and wondered, and didn't understand why just three words had such a great deterrent effect.

"He's the deputy squad leader?" Miji asked.

"Yes."

"The deputy class leader wants to serve ordinary students?"

Wang Chengyou glanced at his mother and couldn't help laughing: "I'm the squad leader." ”

"So, the deputy squad leader wants to listen to the squad leader?"

In fact, the word "deputy squad leader" is just a carrot. After reminding Zheng Shuguang not to forget the vice president, there is also the vice president of the student union. However, it is more convenient to simply admit his mother's statement, so Wang Chengyou nodded solemnly.

Michel Chee made a look of adoration: "My son is so tired!" After complimenting, she clapped her hands.

Three black lines fall from the forehead. There should be a voiceover from Wang Chengyou here: Mom, I have grown up and am no longer a child.

It is said that Zheng Shuguang held the empty four packing boxes and trotted away.

Wang Chengyou took the wet wipes handed over by his mother and spread out, wiped his mouth gently, and then stood up from the stone bench on the side of the road: "Mom, since you are here, let me introduce you to a lesson." ”

"What, I'm going to a lecture too?"

"yes. It's still up to my classmate to be her class representative, so that you can get in and sit in a seat. ”

"So sought-after?"

"A proper Internet celebrity teacher."

"What class?"

"You don't have to know."

"Do I understand?"

Wang Chengyou looked at his nervous and nervous mother beside him and smiled: "Don't worry, just listen to it." ”