"Damn, it's the scenery of the first day of school!" Holding a stack of notes from last semester, Feng Xue hurried to the door of the photocopy room, but under the rule of "don't run around in the corridor", by the time he arrived at the video room, there was already a long queue here.

However, Feng Xue didn't find it difficult to deal with this, he walked to the door with a calm look, and said with a smile next to the teacher who was printing notes while educating students not to take notes well:

"Teacher, are my notes printed?"

“？” The teacher frowned when he heard this, and said in his heart Who are you, and then he saw Feng Xue stuffing him with a coin in a magical way, and his expression was still shy:

"I was in a hurry to go to the toilet before, and you told me to put the notes over there, and you helped print them!"

Feng Xue said, giving the teacher a suggestive look, the teacher followed his gaze, and immediately patted his head and said:

"Look at me, I'm busy and forget, don't worry, I'll give you a seal!"

After speaking, he picked up the notebook that he had put next to him "I don't know when" and walked to the photocopier.

The students in line saw Feng Xue's natural demeanor, and the teacher was faintly apologetic, although they were also a little dissatisfied, but it was more for the teacher who forgot Feng Xue's notes, rather than Feng Xue, the "victim".

This is not to say that these students are easy to deceive, mainly in high school campuses, students and teachers are naturally opposed after all, not to mention that most of the people who come to print notebooks at this time are not good at taking notes in class.

And this kind of student is usually indispensable to be educated by teachers, coupled with adolescent rebellion, "the wrong is always a higher status" such a subconscious is naturally generated.

said so, but Feng Xue actually didn't wait too long, a high school that was able to configure a computer room and a laboratory in 2001 naturally would not save on photocopying equipment, under the operation of the machine axle that was originally used to print test papers in the photocopy room, Feng Xue's dozen notes were quickly printed, and even, that one received ...... Ahem, the teacher who was ashamed of "forgetting Feng Xue's notes" also helped him bind it by the way.

"Thank you, teacher!" At the door of the photocopy room, Feng Xue took the plastic bag containing the notes, and stuffed a coin for the teacher again, although he wanted to take it out and flip it out immediately, but considering that there might be rules such as "don't read a book while walking", he still walked back to the classroom from the heart.

……

"Thank you for your notes, I've printed them." Feng Xue smiled and returned the dozen or so notes to the same table, and the same table who was holding an English book and reading it showed a somewhat surprised look:

"So fast?"

"Well, the teacher in the copy room is very nice." Feng Xue replied with a peaceful smile, and the same table didn't delve into it, after all, she hadn't printed notes, she went to the photocopy room to help the teacher get the papers, and when she heard him say this, she took the dozen notebooks and carefully put them back in her schoolbag.

Feng Xue saw that she put it away, so she took out a math book, and as the notes opened, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you didn't give me any moth in this regard." Looking at the content of the first semester of high school (although it is actually beyond the curriculum), Feng Xue breathed a sigh of relief, because before he crossed over, he once ran a supernatural group, and the most unkind thing about KP was to replace all the textbooks in the school with college high mathematics, and let a group of characters with a background of junior high school students do calculus there, and it was also called beautifully-

"The ghosts in this book are trapped in the ghost school for decades, the ghost teacher makes questions every year, the ghost students study every year, when everyone gets a full score, the ghost teacher will naturally increase the difficulty of the question, the difficulty of the topic will go up, and the content of the topic will naturally become profound, so the cycle for decades, it's good if you don't let you do mathematical conjectures!"

Originally, he was worried that this would happen in this ghost school, but now it seems that either the ghosts in the ghost school have limited intelligence, or the age is not too old.

Although she said that, Feng Xue still looked at it carefully, although relying on the translation of konjac, English is 100% full marks, and there are also powers such as [Seven Tricks and Exquisite Dragon] in science, but the liberal arts, it is not just a question of whether it will be, because what you have to answer is not how this question should be answered, but how the person who wrote the question wants you to answer.

And this hope will present a completely different posture in different social backgrounds, different historical and international environments.

For example, when the focus is on economic development, you have to answer that a black cat and a white cat catch a mouse is a good cat.

But if you need to pay attention to the environment, you have to answer that lucid waters and lush mountains are invaluable assets.

Although this is all a cliché, Feng Xue doesn't know much about the history of this world, so she still has to get the teacher's thoughts from the notes of this tablemate.

……

The morning passed quietly, and nothing weird happened, but as long as you have experienced high school life, you will understand that high school life where nothing happens is the top Chinese horror.

"New here, are you still reading here? Let's go have a meal together, right? ”

Just when Feng Xue began to memorize the interpretation of historical celebrities, a voice came from not far away.

The one who spoke was a tall man with a height of one meter nine, with a very strong figure, leaving a board inch, and looking like a handsome guy in the athletic department.

Feng Xue recalled the notes on the roll call in her heart, and said with a smile:

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll drop by and put my bag back in the dorm."

"No problem!"

Seeing that the other party had entered the social distance of acquaintances very well, Feng Xue didn't pay much attention to it, quickly stuffed the notebook into her schoolbag, and then walked towards the dormitory building.

Sometimes the malice of the students comes from strange things, sometimes you are not even unsocial, and there are cases where stationery and notes placed in the classroom are damaged for no reason.

As for random graffiti nicknames and other things, it is not uncommon, and even some people tear your textbook not because they are not happy to look at you, but because they feel unpleasant when they see the complete book.

Although Feng Xue has written down all the contents of the note, in the end, this thing is an important prop for him to create an image, if the note is damaged, how should he react?

Will finding fault usher in a high blood pressure answer such as "why doesn't he tear up other people's books", and will he become a high-quality bullying target who is bullied in the eyes of others and will not resist?

Feng Xue, who has a lot of ideas about this school, naturally will not expose his flaws casually, he chatted with a few students who came up, and locked his schoolbag into the dormitory, and then said with a big grin:

"On the first day of school today, everyone wants to eat and say directly, I'm in for a treat!"

ps1: I really ran the supernatural group in the book, and all the exams need to be extremely difficult to pass the corresponding subjects, it's just ......

PS2: I have a hard time understanding that people say you don't have to take notes in high school...... When I went to school, I didn't use textbooks, so I relied on a few notebooks to review, and all students basically only had notebooks and homework books in their school bags, and textbooks were thrown in school, put on the table or stuffed in drawers, and it didn't matter if they were lost, they wouldn't be needed in class anyway.

(End of chapter)