Cao'er's study here is considered to have endured and has not been washed into the downstream, but living in accommodation is a big headache.

Cao'er's dormitory is full of classmates. In the dormitory, there are bunk iron beds, and there are three iron beds next to the wall, where 12 students live. She seems to have a relationship with the number 3, she has been in three classes in elementary school, and she is still in three classes in junior high school. The dormitory she is divided into is still 303, the third floor of the third dormitory, living in the third iron bed on the top bunk.

Cao'er's little pointy-faced tablemate, Lin Renli, was also in dormitory 303. As her tablemate, Lin Renli soon found that the biggest advantage of sharing a table with Cao'er was to discuss learning problems and psychological caution. Every time these topics are discussed, both of them benefit greatly from each other's opinions.

But in terms of life, grass is not as good as Lin Renliang. Although she is homesick but no longer loves to cry so much, the problems of life still come one after another.

Getting along with her classmates, whether in the class or in the dormitory, is not a problem for Cao'er, because she never takes the initiative to get along with anyone, it is who thinks she is kind and takes the initiative to find her, she will deal with whom, and slowly get out of the people with the same spleen and stomach.

Cao'er didn't have anything to say in the dormitory at first, it was very quiet, and when she came back, she just silently ate and ate, washed and slebered.

Fortunately, the dormitory is full of girls in the same class, and it is easy to have common topics. Cao'er looks insulated from Yanli, but she is close to people, and she is a good person to get along with at first glance, and her classmates love to borrow daily necessities or something from her, and Cao'er also tries her best to meet the requirements without exception. Sometimes when she didn't have the borrowed things in her hand, Cao'er smiled apologetically, and her classmates didn't embarrass her, but she was embarrassed to say that Cao'er shouldn't be embarrassed. After being friendly and humble a few times, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

But the biggest discomfort of accommodation is the problem of bathing. In the south, whether it is winter or summer, you have to bathe every day, which can be bitter to the grass.

In fact, there are usually many people queuing up to eat, but as long as the aunt who eats is still at the canteen window, just queue up, but if there are more people, you can queue up for a while, and if there are fewer people, you can be slightly faster. But when it comes to this bath, it's a big trouble.

Taking a shower is really tough at school. Before class in the afternoon, the students had already put all the clothes and buckets they needed to take a shower in the bathhouse. As soon as school is over, every boarding student is concerned about the bathhouse, whether it is a boy or a girl.

Speaking of the bathhouse, I have to say a few more words bitterly.

The county No. 1 middle school is notoriously difficult to bathe. The bathhouse was built under the girls' dormitory building, next to the cafeteria. One meter above the ground on the wall of the cafeteria is a row of hot water taps, about five or six, each with a distance of less than 50 centimeters, and all those who want to get hot water must come here to play, whether it is a kettle to drink water, or a bucket to take a bath with hot water.

There are no less than 1,000 male and female students living in the school, from the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school. Even in the summer, when the boys can take a cool shower, the hot water is crowded, let alone hot water in winter. Often there was a loud "bang", and so-and-so's bucket was broken by so-and-so's pain, followed by a burst of scolding, but whether it was scolding or pushing, it would soon be drowned in the boiling voices of the people who came to grab the hot water.

It's hard to get hot water over there, and it's hard to find a bucket of cold water here.

Cool water taps are installed on the sides of two large cement piers. The boys' and girls' bathhouses stand opposite each other, separated by an open space about 10 meters wide and 30 meters long, and on the open space are two cement piers that are five or six meters wide and eleven or twelve meters long, and there is a faucet every half a meter on the four sides of the two cement piers.

The boys fetch water and wash their clothes on the cement pier on the side of the boys' bathhouse, while the girls fetch water and wash clothes on the side of the girls' bathhouse.

This is really bitter for Cao'er, who encountered this battle for the first time.

She wasn't good at fighting, let alone in this crowded crowd. She had to stand on the periphery and wait for the crowd to be less crowded and then squeezed in, or she was squeezed forward by the right line, and more often it was her turn to fetch water, but she was squeezed out.

She shouted vigorously in her heart: "Why can't these people be more civilized if they don't line up?!" "Because of this weakness, she is a person who absolutely agrees with the rules, such as queuing. But everyone wants to rush to the time, want to wash up quickly, go back to the dormitory for dinner, and go to self-study early and evening.

Besides, if you line up and others don't line up, you can only suffer, you can only suffer once, but no one wants to suffer every time. So you squeeze, I squeeze, everyone squeezes, you squeeze, I work harder than you, and in the end, there are fewer rude things like fighting in the girls' pile, but there are many people who are sulking at each other because of bathing and fetching water.

Vulnerable groups like Cao'er can only help each other with their own classmates, or they hope to find another strategy after getting familiar with the environment.

The layout of the bathhouse is also a large space, which is a two-meter-high gray-brown cement thick board, dividing the large space into a small space one meter wide, without a door, and two rows of small spaces opposite each other.

When the students went to class in the afternoon to put the buckets, they were put in the space, and if they could arrive early, they would also be considered to have a dominant position. If you can't get there in time, those who arrive early will move someone else's bucket out and wash it themselves.

When you finally got hot water and cold water, but there was no place to take a shower, you had to wait by the side.

Often, the middle aisle in the bathhouse is also washed. The people in line had to stand next to them even if they were wet, otherwise, they would not be able to take their turn, and the queue often ended up in the hallway of the bathhouse.

This bath, laundry, and water are like fighting, and the bitterness is really indescribable!

The most uncomfortable thing is that both junior high school and high school girls have menstrual affairs, and many people are unconscious, and the changed sanitary napkins are bloodily piled up in the corner of the small space of the bathhouse, and they are washed by everyone's bath water, how disgusting and disgusting it is.

Cao'er was miserable every time, and when she encountered a vacant seat full of disgusting things, she could only turn her body on her back, strip and wash herself.

Hey, these green girls are really out of the mud and not stained!

However, for a girl like Cao'er who is chaotic in adolescence, the greatest blessing is to be able to have an unobstructed view of those equally youthful bodies.

Indeed, it is impossible not to look at it, the girls in junior high school are basically not fully developed, especially the freshmen who have just entered the first year of junior high school like Cao'er, most of them are like thin bean sprouts. Those juniors in the second and third years of junior high school, especially the seniors in the first and second years of high school, are the most beautiful times in life. Many of them are already just the right amount of development. When they wash, they turned on one side, and the soft curves of their bodies were like the undulating distant mountains, but they were more full of the vitality of rain and dew than the distant mountains. And at the end of the wash, the moment when the girls lift the bucket and flush it down on their shoulders, the taste of youth is exactly the same as the girl who lifts the pot and cans above her head and pours water in the oil painting of the French painter Ingres's "Spring", which is pure and vulgar, but more vivid and energetic.

When the wet hair of the senior sisters fell on their smooth shoulders with water droplets, even the grass, who was also a daughter, couldn't help but look at it, fascinated by this snow-white skin and soft curves.

Cao'er may not have realized that she and them are really entering youth.

That quiet temple of youth has opened its mind to her and her classmates.