The sausage mouth grabbed the edge of the bed, and reached out to shake Yang Moumou, "Classmate, get up!" Let's go to breakfast together! ”

Red Fuji apples are delicious, and they have such a lot of strength. There is also pear biscuit jelly. Yang Moumou looked at the sausage mouth and didn't want to deal with her very much.

"I'll get up later." Yang Moumou turned over.

"Then hurry up! Don't be late for the first day of class. "The sausage mouth is quite welcoming.

"Thank you." Anyway, I won't get up at this time, so I won't be with you, lest the breakfast that was originally insufficient be shared by you, Yang Moumou thought.

However, the irrepressible feeling that comes from the buttocks...... Yang Moumou hurriedly climbed out of bed with his buttocks.

It's too late.

She, a veritable junior high school student, pulled up to her pants.

You know, she is a time-honored constipated child. Every time, I cried and untied my big hands, shouting in my mouth, "It's not alive, it's not alive, my ass is going to be broken!" I can't get out of the toilet for less than half an hour.

For this reason, she is very annoyed, why do people have butts? Why do you want to untie the big hand? She was also distressed, she never knew what it was like to have diarrhea.

Now, she finally realized it. Not a comfortable experience. Especially, this taste......

The other students all ran out of the dormitory with their noses covered, and they didn't forget to pick up their bowls when they left. Yang Moumou vaguely heard someone say, "Mom, I've never smelled such a stinky fart!" ”

Fortunately, they don't know the truth. It's not too embarrassing.

Yang Moumou hurriedly closed the door and quickly changed his pants.

Hey, I fell last night and again this morning...... I hope that today, there will be a new atmosphere.

The first class is Chinese, Yang's strength, easy and enjoyable. It's just that the Chinese teacher's Mandarin is a bit strange, and there is also the fact that he looks a little unsatisfactory, far worse than Yang's father. Yang Moumou made a slight comparison in his heart. The teacher is like this, and this middle school is not as miraculous as the legend says.

In the second math class, Yang Moumou was dumbfounded. She heard every word of what the teacher said and wrote on the blackboard, but she didn't understand a single word.

The third lesson in geography is the same for evidence.

What to do? She's the hope of the whole town! Yang Moumou began to panic. Mom and Dad sent her here, but they didn't send her to listen to the book of heaven!

The fourth period, the last lesson of the morning, is the music lesson. Yang Moumou is discouraged, don't talk about any unfathomable music knowledge!

The students rushed towards the music classroom like mad dogs, and Yang dragged his legs slowly at the end. By the time she got to the music room, there were no more seats.

Standing as dry as she was, there was also a sausage mouth.

She glanced at a few boys occupying a few seats, and those few people put their feet on the stool, put their hands on their feet, and discharged electricity at the girl next to them with their eyes.

Yang Moumou walked over, and the sausage mouth followed behind Yang Moumou.

"Classmate, please let me go." Yang Moumou walked towards one of them.

The boy looked up, his eyes flashing with disdain, "Go away, you're in my way." "He's eye-to-eye with a girl.

"You dare to mess with the miscellaneous skin of our class, you are so bold." "Even if you don't look at who you are."

Yang Moumou heard someone whispering.

Apparently the boy heard it too, and he waved his hand like a star.

Miscellaneous skins, synonyms "gangsters", "scoundrels", etc., is there anything to be proud of? Yang Moumou really doesn't understand. She suddenly remembered the man she had seen on the street with a knife before, and she was a little scared.

"You get out of your seat, and I won't get in your way." Yang's face did not change color.

She was afraid of him, and even more afraid of not having a seat.

"I'm so annoying you!" The boy bounced up from his seat, "You're sitting alone!" I don't sit next to the dirt girl! He rushed away in a rage.

Shouts rang out in the classroom.

Yang Moumou knew that they were all laughing at her. She looked down at her clothes, which were clean, unwrinkled and unmended.

The sausage mouth came over and leaned into her ear, "Thank you!" Thanks to you, I have a seat too. ”

Just then, as soon as the boy left, two places were vacated.

Yang Moumou smiled reluctantly.

Being scolded as a "dirt girl" always tastes bad. Before coming here, she had excelled in her arts and sports, and had performed on the best stage in town. After coming here, there is nothing.

Here comes the music teacher. He first played a beautiful tune, and then taught his classmates to sing it.

The students shook their heads and learned very energetically, but there were a few lines that they couldn't sing accurately. The teacher taught the singing repeatedly, but everyone was still out of tune.

The teacher stopped and asked if anyone had gotten up alone to try. Everyone said that they couldn't do it, and strongly recommended Li Wen.

Li Wen slowly stood up in the expectation of everyone, sang those few words with a confident smile, and bowed with his skirt after singing, just like the curtain call of an actor on the stage.

The classroom erupted in applause and cheers, as well as whistles, before it fell silent. Everyone's gaze at Li Wen became even hotter.

The music teacher smiled faintly and said, "Li Wen's singing voice is very beautiful, but she also has a few places where she can't sing accurately. ”

The class was in an uproar. Li Wensheng's face flushed.

"Do you have any classmates to try again?" The music teacher asked.

"Li Wen can't sing well, how can we do it?" "yes, who wouldn't be able to do it?" "I don't want to be ashamed!" Everyone talked about it, and no one raised their hand.

The music teacher sighed, "So skip this paragraph first?" ”

"Teacher, can I try it?" A hand is slowly raised.

It's Yang Moumou. Her hands were shaking, and her whole body was shaking.

"Good! You try! "The music teacher was very happy.

Yang Moumou took a deep breath and stood up. She hummed a few notes in a low voice, found a key tone, and began to let go of her voice and sing loudly.

She and her sister both love to sing, and the two sisters will howl and compete with each other when they have nothing to do.

My mother said that their singing was ugly and harsh, like wiping a water tank, but when my mother came home tired from work, she would always call the two sisters to sing to her to relieve her fatigue.

As for Dad, he himself loves to sing, and he also loves to sing with his two daughters. Other people's after-dinner entertainment is playing poker, and theirs is a chorus - the mother expresses her disgust every time she starts, and when the three of them are hoarse, she shines on the stage, destroying the ears of her husband and daughter with the magic sound that she barely tunes.

When Yang Moumou thought of her family, her desire to sing was even stronger, and she put all her feelings into the song. Singing songs, the longing in my heart was relieved.

There was silence in the classroom, and probably no one could have imagined that the earth girl could actually sing.

The music teacher was the first to applaud, and he couldn't stop nodding, "Great! Is there anyone in your family who is a music teacher? ”

Yang Moumou puffed out his chest, "My dad is a Chinese teacher!" ”

Dad, daughter is so proud of you! Dad, thank you for your hard work!

The classroom resounded with sparse applause, mixed with cold snorting.

Yang Moumou clearly heard someone say, "A local girl is a local girl, and a pheasant can't become a phoenix!" ”

What exactly did she do wrong?

The original excitement and pride cooled down a little.