Ordinary Road 2010

As long as you sneak directly under the flagpole from the passageway north of the basketball court before the supervisor starts to work at [-]:[-], the students who are equivalent to the weekly class will be hooked up directly when they arrive.

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

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

The two washed up quickly, went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then went to the classroom for early self-study.

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 is the artistic conception beautiful and impressive, but also the rhythm and rhythm are catchy.

What's more, does Chinese look more friendly than English?

Lin Yi was in a daze of boredom, looking out the back door with unfocused eyes.

Senior Class 14 is on the first floor, the back door is facing the school gate, and you can clearly see the day students entering the school gate in the morning.

"Who are you looking at?" Old Xiong waved his hand in front of him, smiling ambiguously.

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

Young male and female students came and went, and everyone was wearing short-sleeved summer school uniforms on Monday, exuding a unique vigor.

……

The first three quarters in the morning must be the main class, because it is the prime time for students to concentrate their attention and have the strongest comprehension ability.

After the three classes, there is inter-class exercises, and I go to the playground to warm up.

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

When the last class was about to end, there were already people counting the seconds, their watches all adjusted to the time of the school bell.

At exactly 12 o'clock, as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, several boys who were near the back door quickly opened the door and ran out.

There was a "boom" in the whole building, as if it shook.

Then came the sound of dense footsteps, going up and down four floors, and the students of five classes on each floor were scrambling to rush out, and they gathered together after passing the stairs to the bamboo corridor. They had only one direction——

canteen.

Lin Yi was a little surprised by the long-lost "running for dinner" scene, he worked harder than a morning jog.

Only then did he realize that it took so much effort to eat a meal back then. No wonder students always like to call Linzhong "Hungry".

The teacher on the podium was very experienced. She tidied up the lesson plans calmly and responsibly said "get out of class is over", although no one responded.

Because they didn't come out immediately, when Lin Yi and Lao Xiong came to the cafeteria, there was a long queue at every window.

There are about [-] students in the three grades of Linzhong Middle School, and they all eat at noon. It is natural to be crowded, especially the first half hour.

Therefore, those who cherish their time will usually stay in the classroom and study for half an hour before coming back, so as to save time in queuing.

Those who have the habit of taking a nap have to catch up with the first wave of crowds, run out in seconds when they are stuck in time, and have to be quick on their feet to grab a bucket of rice at the takeaway window on the first floor.

After taking it back to the dormitory, I can sleep for three or four 10 minutes.

There are also more elegant options.

Go to the canteen at the back of the cafeteria, buy a bucket of instant noodles, wash it with free boiled water, sit on the seat at the door and wait for a few minutes, this is "noble treatment".

……

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

After the two classes are eye exercises.

The last two classes on Monday afternoon are elective courses according to the habit of the middle school. They are not taught according to the administrative class, but are taught on a shift system, in the name of developing personal interests.

Because no exams are not counted as grades, most students regard it as a leisure project to relax their brains, like the "water class" in college.

Motivated students will not let go of a minute and a second, and they use elective courses to write homework.

Lin Yi remembered that the class he took this semester seemed to be called "Appreciation of Ancient Heroes". He originally thought it was taught by a history teacher, but only after he went there did he find out that it was a Chinese teacher.

So the painting style of the class became like this: "Student, please analyze how Xiang Yu's heroic spirit is reflected in this sentence in the text?"

Lin Yi rolled his eyes in his heart.

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

Moreover, a male teacher likes to talk about "heroines" very much, and spent two classes showing the complete version of Zhao Wei's "Mulan".

Another week of success.

In short, the male Chinese teacher was talking nonsense on the podium in a serious manner, and Lin Yi sat in the back row listening and complaining, and ended the day's class 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 result of his bet on the German chariot crushing the Kangaroo Country 4:0, and arranged the next bet.

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

This time he didn't feel the pleasure of copying homework, only a moment of emptiness remained.

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

Waking up—morning jogging—morning reading—attending class—eating—attending class—eating—copying homework, this "6-10-5" life style doesn't seem to be any easier than 996 after growing up.

But why miss it so much?

He looked at the tireless classmates who were working hard at their desks in the opposite classroom, and felt that it might be a firm goal, it might be accompanied by someone, or it might be positive feedback that hard work will be rewarded.

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

"It's an ordinary day on campus now, but it's a beautiful day that I dreamed of but couldn't get." He muttered to himself.

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

"I said it was only normal at the time."

"Not this sentence, what day by day?"

"..."

Chapter 8 The Secret in Time

Lin Yi was sure that the old bear did it on purpose. He knew before that the old bear had a sullen heart hidden under his tall, fat and honest appearance.

His gossip-loving character just can't suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Moreover, the old bear has been very dissatisfied with him in the past two days, and has already lodged a solemn representation with him:

"What old bear? I'm underage, okay, please maintain the necessary respect for me."

The so-called necessary respect refers to calling his current bandit number, "Big Bear".

When he was in high school in his previous life, he was indeed called Big Bear, but he didn't know when he started to become an old bear.

But since it's been called for so long, he doesn't bother to change his words.

Besides, how does this product look like Nobita?

Fat Tiger is about the same.

But the old bear is not here to correct his address tonight, he is going to save his stumbled tablemate through a heart-to-heart conversation.

"Did you copy Brother Xiao's homework again today?"

Lin Yi was very surprised. Old Xiong's tone sounded as if he was going to play a guest role as a class representative, but he still told the truth:

"If you can't do it, use it as a reference."

"Can't you make it? You just copied it without even looking at it. From the beginning to the end, you made everything yourself. I saw it!"

"Would you believe me if I said that I couldn't do any of them?"

Lin Yixin thought it was really hard to explain this matter, but he knew there must be more to this story.

Old Xiong thought he had figured out Lin Yi's details, so he said earnestly:

"Lin Yi, you haven't done your homework properly for two days in a row. I know Gu Caiwei's lethality is relatively strong, but you're so preoccupied with a postcard, you are like this..."

He got stuck for a while, and thought of a more appropriate word:

"Too unselfish!"

"Boys still have to focus on their studies," he concluded.

"?"

Lin Yi didn't understand, "How did you connect these two things together?"

Old Xiong had an expression of "you can still hide it from me". In order to convince Lin Yixin, he analyzed with reason:

"Look, you were a hero to save the beauty on Friday night. Under my threat, you drove away the class nine who liked to jump into the lake."

"There is such a thing." It is too boastful of someone's role.

"Then Gu Caiwei came to give you a postcard on Sunday night."

"That's right."

"That night you were upset and couldn't write your homework, so you borrowed Brother Xiao's homework to copy."

"It's not the same thing..."

Old Xiong interrupted on the spot, and there was one last piece of evidence: "Then it happened again tonight, it shows that your mood has not calmed down yet!"

When he slapped the table, his eyes widened, as if Mr. Bao had slapped the gavel, as if he was saying, "The evidence is so strong, how can you argue?"

Lin Yi rolled his eyes and pointed out his logical error:

"The order in which things happened does not mean that there is an inevitable causal relationship between them. According to you, the start of the Three Gorges Project in 1994 was entirely to celebrate my birth."

The old bear was almost heartbroken, and he asked the question that hit the soul:

"Do you dare to say that you are really innocent and have no evil thoughts towards Gu Caiwei?"

"Of course I am clear to her..."

Lin Yi found out that Old Xiong's thought was not completely unreasonable, he quickly changed his words:

"How can this be called an evil thought? This is a sincere and pure friendship between classmates, and it is helping each other when encountering injustice."

"Why are you so full of thoughts at such a young age? You are dirty!"

Old Xiong was unhurried, feeling that he already had the chance to win: "Don't try to use personal attacks to cover up your poor reasoning."

Lin Yi thought about it, he couldn't entangle the enemy in the preset position, no matter how he fought, he couldn't win, this is called "you fight yours, I'll fight mine".

"You actually like Jiang Zixuan, right?"

The old bear was taken aback, and looked around nervously. Fortunately, no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't try to change the subject." Old Xiong warned him seriously, and tried to bring the topic back to the "correct" track.

Can Lin Yi talk nonsense?That's what Old Bear told him later.

For the proof questions in the homework, knowing the conditions allows you to push the results, and you are helpless.

But the little secrets in life, if you know the result and then look at the process, it is called revealing every detail.

"At the beginning of school, you two lost to her in the competition for monitor, so you have been secretly paying attention to her, right?"

"Boys voted for me, and girls voted for her. I lost only because there were too many girls in our class. There is nothing to pay attention to." Old Xiong denied it.

This result is so uninteresting.

It seems that if a boy votes for a girl, or a girl votes for a boy, there must be something between them.

In fact, the class teacher Zhao Mingcheng preferred Lao Xiong at the beginning. After all, his father is a teacher and it is more convenient to do things in school, but Lao Zhao still respects the voting results.

Lin Yi continued to overweight: "Later, points were deducted every day in the boys' dormitory, and Jiang Zixuan couldn't control the boys. Our class continued to be at the bottom every week."

"She was crying. You went to say hello to your dad, right?"

"That's what Lao Zhao asked me to go." Old Xiong quibbled.

"Then you greeted every male dormitory head in private, and it was Lao Zhao who asked you to go?"

Old Xiong was a little surprised this time: "How do you know?"

Of course Lin Yi would not say that you told me, but he could also explain: "Lu Bowen told me."

"Then I'm... I'm concerned about the class." Old Xiong also felt that this explanation was a little weak, and he was short of breath.

Lin Yi also has a trump card: "In Jiang Zixuan's QQ contacts, there is a netizen named Xia Riyouyoucao who claims to be a student of No. [-] Middle School. Actually, that is your account."