The next day, Lin Yi was woken up by the wake-up bell in the corridor, and grabbed the electronic watch next to the pillow to take a look.

It's only half past six.

He was very uncomfortable with this wake-up time, a few days ago he was a coder who didn't have a fixed clock-in time, and usually got up at nine o'clock.

The first two days before he came back happened to be the weekend, and he slept until he woke up naturally, and he had to wait until half past six early.

He sat up from his bed and looked out on the balcony, it was dawn, it was June, after all.

turned his head to see that in addition to Lu Bowen, the perennial early riser champion and the head of the dormitory who had disappeared, several other roommates also got up one after another when they heard the bell.

Lin Yi climbed out of bed sleepily and went to the bathroom to take a look:

Liu Pengfei was squatting and magnifying, and Xiao Haocheng was brushing his teeth in the pool next to him.

Zhang Xiaochuan, who was packing up stationery on the table, also turned his head to look at him and reminded:

"Line up, I'll be next."

Chen Yang walked over and patted him, and pointed out the door: "Let's go, let's sign in first." ”

In the morning, there is a morning jog in the middle school, turn right from the dormitory downstairs and run a big circle along the school wall, go to the playground and then follow the plastic track for most of the half circle to the north flagpole.

Some students on duty in the weekly class took the class roll call and checked one by one.

In order to prevent students from taking shortcuts, there is a student council official (ma) watching at every turn, with a red armband on his arm and the word "supervision" written on it.

Therefore, every morning, the most anticipated broadcast content for middle school students is the words "There is rain today, the morning run is canceled".

By the way, Lu Bowen's goods get up early every day, of course, not to memorize words in the classroom, but to run away in the morning.

As long as you rush to 6:20 before the supervisor takes up his post, he sneaks directly from the passage on the north side of the basketball court to the flagpole, and when the students on duty arrive, he will directly hook it.

In his previous life, Lin Yi often ran away with Lao Lu in the morning, but now his schedule can't keep up with it for the time being.

After a half-stroll in a loose manner, when Lin Yi and Chen Yang went upstairs again, the other three had already gone out.

The two of them washed up quickly, went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and went to the classroom to study early.

Early reading is usually the second volume of New Concept English, or memorizing words, and occasionally ancient poems.

Lin Yi always felt that ancient poems are easier to memorize than English texts, not only with beautiful artistic conception and impressive, but also with a melody and catchiness.

What's more, Chinese looks kinder than English?

Lin Yi was bored in a daze, his eyes looking out the back door without focus.

The 14th class of high school is on the first floor, and the back door is facing the school gate, so you can clearly see the day students who enter the school gate in the morning.

"Who are you seeing?" The old bear stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, smiling ambiguously.

Lin Yi knew that he didn't hold back any good farts, so he turned his head towards the window on the other side and continued to empty.

Young male and female classmates come and go, and all of them are wearing short-sleeved summer school uniforms on Monday today, exuding a unique vitality.

……

The first three periods of the morning must be the main class, because it is the golden time when students have the most attention and comprehension skills.

After three lessons, there is recess exercises, and you can warm up on the playground.

The latter two classes are relatively better, and there may be sub-classes such as politics, history, and geography, or even physical education.

By the end of the last class, there were already people counting the seconds, their watches tuned to the time of the school bell.

At 12 o'clock, as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, several boys close to the back door had quickly opened the door and ran out.

The whole building "banged", as if it had been shaken.

Then there was the sound of dense footsteps, up and down the four floors, and the students of the five classes on each floor were all rushing out, passing through the staircase to the bamboo corridor before they converged, and they had only one direction-

Canteen.

The long-lost scene of "running to rice" surprised Lin Yi a little, and he worked much harder than running in the morning.

He realized that it took so much effort to eat a meal back then, no wonder his classmates always liked to call Linzhong "hungry".

The teacher on the podium was very experienced, she calmly packed up the lesson plan, and said "out of class" very responsibly, although no one responded.

Because they didn't run out at the first time, when Lin Yi and Lao Xiong came to the cafeteria, the cooking queue at each window was long.

The total number of students in the three grades of the junior high school is about 2,000, and all of them eat at noon, which is of course, especially the first half hour.

Therefore, students who cherish time will generally stay in the classroom for half an hour before coming over, so as to save time in line.

Those who have the habit of napping have to catch the first wave of people, run out in seconds, and have to be fast to grab a bucket of rice at the takeaway window on the first floor.

After taking it back to the dormitory, you can sleep for thirty or forty minutes.

There are also more elegant options.

Go to the kiosk at the back of the cafeteria, buy a bucket of instant noodles, take free boiling water, and sit in the seat at the door and wait for a few minutes, which is "aristocratic treatment".

……

After eating, I returned to the classroom, lay on the desk for a while, and the afternoon bell started again.

After two lessons, there were eye exercises.

The last two classes on Monday afternoon are elective courses according to the habit of the middle school, and the class system is implemented instead of administrative classes, which is called the development of personal interests.

Because not taking exams is not considered a grade, most students regard it as a leisure project to relax their brains, like a "water class" in college.

Motivated students don't miss a minute and a second, and they use electives to write their homework.

Lin Yi remembered that the course he chose this semester seemed to be called "Appreciation of Ancient Heroes", and he originally thought it was a course taught by a history teacher, but when he went, he found out that it was a Chinese teacher.

So the style of painting in the classroom became like this: "This classmate, can you analyze what kind of heroism Xiang Yu embodies in this sentence in the article?" ”

Lin Yi rolled his eyes in his heart.

In the mouth of the Chinese teacher, there is no heroism at all.

And a male teacher, who especially likes to talk about "heroines", also spent two classes screening the complete Zhao Wei version of "Mulan".

Successfully watered for another week.

In short, the male Chinese teacher was serious and talked lightly on the podium, and Lin Yi sat in the back row and complained while listening, and ended the day's classes in a relaxed and happy manner.

After dinner, he ran to the electronic reading room on the second floor, borrowed a computer with his student card, confirmed the results of the German tank he bet on to run over the kangaroo country 4:0, and arranged the next bet.

In the evening self-study, according to the experience of the previous day, he first solved the two courses of Chinese and English by himself, and then borrowed the sample of the model student Xiao to fill in the homework of other subjects.

This time he didn't experience the thrill of copying homework, and only a burst of emptiness remained.

After copying, he looked out the window boredly and began to review his day's work, which was a habit brought about by work.

Wake up, run in the morning, read in the morning, go to class, eat, eat, eat, copy homework, this "6-10-5" life mode, it seems that it is not easier than 996 when you grow up.

But why so much nostalgia?

He looked at the students in the opposite classroom who were working tirelessly to write, and felt that it might be a firm goal, someone to accompany him, or a positive feedback that would pay off.

Therefore, the boring and repetitive boring life is not bitter.

"An ordinary day on campus now is a beautiful day that I dreamed of but couldn't get later." He muttered to himself.

The old bear next to him thought he was talking to himself, and said blankly, "What did you just say?" ”

"I said it was just ordinary."

"It's not like this, what day by day?"

“……”