Tan Ran got up at five o'clock.

It was still dark, and it was gray outside the window.

In this four-person dormitory, the other two roommates had not yet woken up, and the simple dormitory was so quiet that the sound of breathing could be heard.

She had nothing to do, no sleep, nothing but to look out the window, waiting for the dawn to come.

Reading doesn't start until 6 a.m. in the morning. She couldn't get out of bed early, the last time she got up early to fold the quilt, she was found by the dormitory teacher, and she was directly beaten twenty times.

Life at Kanglong Academy was like a concentration camp. Every adult here is staring at him all the time, afraid that the students will run away.

After half an hour of idleness, her roommates woke up one after another, and she also got up, folded the quilt meticulously, checked that there were no wrinkles, and then went to wash.

The girl in the mirror has fair skin, unhealthy white lips, and her originally delicate face is getting thinner.

She sighed from the bottom of her heart, leaned closer, and carefully checked her appearance. There is no dandruff, the bangs do not cover the eyebrows, and the pigtails should not be pulled.

"Let's go, we're going to be late."

The three girls hurriedly walked out of the girls' dormitory building, passed by the dormitory teacher who was checking the rooms door to door in the corridor, stopped, bowed ninety degrees in unison, and squeezed out a standard smile:

"Good morning, teacher."

The woman who was nearly forty years old stepped forward with raised eyebrows, leaned in front of Tan Ran and looked at her carefully for a while, sniffed her hair again, and confirmed that she had washed her hair last night, so she said "um" indifferently and turned to leave. Tan Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

"Goodbye, teacher."

The three girls bowed again to the woman's departing back.

Arriving at the classroom and returning to their seats, the students pulled out the books in their desks and began to read in the morning.

"Unmarried from the father, married from the husband, and the husband from the son......"

The neat recitation sounded at 6 o'clock, and the content of the morning reading was mostly words of gratitude to parents and ethics.

The people of Kanglong Academy call it "Chinese Studies".

But Tan Ran feels that this is not a national culture, this is just an outdated feudal idea. The girls in this class are from the 21st century, but they have to be mentally bound to their little feet.

She never shared this idea with anyone, and once the teacher knew about it, she would inevitably be whipped.

A few minutes later, the teacher yawned and was late. The class leader shouted to stand up, and everyone bowed down and shouted "Good morning, teacher".

"Good morning."

After receiving a response, the class leader called the students to sit down and continue their morning reading.

At seven o'clock, it was time for the class meeting. There was a knock on the door outside the classroom, the teacher went to open the door, and the students saw the comer, stood up in unison, and squeezed out a smile:

"Good morning, mountain chief."

"Good, good." Mountain Chief Liu Binghu smiled with satisfaction, and the top of his bright head was also radiant. He was nearly fifty years old, of medium stature, with a string of fat and bulky Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and he was wearing a scholar's robe in a pretended posture, revealing a greasy smell all over his body.

He took two steps into the classroom before people saw him holding a little girl in his hand.

"Let me introduce to you, this is a new classmate, and she will be in your Dawn class in the future, her name is ...... Uh, Gu Lingling. ”

Liu Binghu pushed the cowering girl in front of her, the girl was very good-looking, only twelve or thirteen years old, and her clear eyes were full of confusion.

"Gu Lingling, tell us about yourself."

Gu Lingling didn't react, her eyes dodged and she lowered her head slightly, wringing her fingers. Liu Binghu's smile gradually became a little more embarrassed, and then he touched his head and said suddenly:

"Oh, I forgot...... Gu Lingling was born with a little hearing problem and couldn't hear us. ”

The students in the class looked at each other, and everyone read a little surprise in each other's eyes.

Tan Ran's lips opened slightly.

"Mountain chief, this kid can't hear people's speech, so how should I teach it?"

"Then you have to trouble Mr. Hu, you have to think of a way, the other classes are full."

"Is that so......"

The woman surnamed Hu sighed, walked up to Gu Lingling again, gestured with her hands and feet, and introduced herself a few times, Gu Lingling's face became more and more confused, and she took a small half step back, unable to understand her mouth shape.

Teacher Hu pulled her to the blackboard again and wrote down the words "self-introduction".

Gu Lingling understood. Turning around, he glanced timidly at the students in the class, plucked up the courage to open his mouth, made a babbling sound, and made a few gestures, and everyone in the class was confused.

Gu Lingling was a little anxious, felt a little embarrassed again, blushed, and bowed to everyone over and over again, not knowing how to get off the stage.

The awkward atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and someone raised his hand.

"That...... Mr. Hu, I can understand some sign language. ”

Tan Ran pursed her lips and said:

"Just ...... Gu Lingling is talking about her age, she is 13 years old this year and is from Nanchang......"

"Ah, that's great." Teacher Hu exhaled as if he had been amnestied, and hurriedly said:

"In this way, in the future, you will be at the same table as Gu Lingling, and teach her if you don't understand anything, is it okay, Tan Ran?"

Tan Ran was stunned and nodded quickly:

"Understood, teacher."

She walked out of her seat and carefully carried Gu Lingling to her seat, she could feel that Gu Lingling's arm was very stiff, as if she was resisting strangers spontaneously, Tan Ran couldn't help but feel a little pity, such a young child was brought into Kanglong Academy, I don't know what I have to go through in the future, and I don't know if she can accept it.

Tan Ran turned around, looked at Gu Lingling seriously, stretched out her index finger and pointed at her, clenched her fingers into a fist, stretched out her thumb upward, and made a "hello" gesture.

Gu Lingling blinked her eyes and understood. The resistance in the eyes was obviously lightened.

Tan Ran was happy in her heart, thought about it again, and introduced herself in sign language, muttering silently:

"Mine, my name is, Tan Ran."

Sign language couldn't express her name accurately, so she picked up the pen again, wrote her name in a notebook, and showed it to Gu Lingling.

Gu Lingling glanced at the notebook, then turned her head to look at her, her eyes sparkling, like a newborn deer. She noticed that there was a scar next to Gu Lingling's cheek, and suddenly remembered that every freshman had to be closed in the boring relief room for seven days before entering the school, and Gu Lingling was not spared.

Thinking that she was locked up in a dark room, lonely, no matter how she called for help, no one responded, and even attracted the angry beating of the instructor and teacher, Tan Ran couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

She pursed her lips and stretched out one hand, swinging from side to side.

"Don't."

Then, he patted his chest with his hand.

"I'm afraid."

Her sign language is a bit jerky, after all, she has not learned it professionally. But Gu Lingling still understood, nodded lightly, and looked at her with eyes no longer shrunk.

Tan Ran showed a good-looking smile.

Keep making gestures.

"I will, take care of you."