Daydream Me

The No. 8 Middle School can live on campus, but it is not mandatory. Students who are closer to home can choose to go home. Lin Yujing's previous high school did not have this business, so she didn't know, but she heard Li Lin introduce her to her. Looking at the location of the student dormitory, she decided to live on campus regardless of her life.

Just because she came late, her classmates had already submitted the application for the dormitory in advance, and there was no place for her as an airborne soldier.

It also has to be signed by the parents.

Lin Yujing didn't even know if he was a parent now, but the attraction of being able to go home once a week was too great, so that night, Lin Yujing still called Meng Weiguo.

Meng Weiguo was so patient that she even asked her for the first time how the environment of her new school was, whether her classmates were easy to get along with, and whether the teachers were good.

Lin Yujing didn't plan to directly say that she wanted to live on campus. After thinking about it, she felt that the simple question of Meng Weiguo sounded very difficult at this time.

Liu Fujiang, do you think he is good or bad? It must be good, and it can be seen that he is very responsible, that is, the first time he was a class teacher, he seemed a little unskilled, and he was a lot of age, so he firmly believed in the theory that love can save the world.

The classmates are also very easy to get along with. The same tablemate is said to be a handsome man who almost killed his previous tablemate.

Lin Yujing decided that he should be more euphemistic: "It's very good, the school is very big, the classmates and teachers are... enthusiastic."

Meng Weiguo was in a good mood: "Originally, Aunt Guan wanted to send you to No. 1 Middle School, but I didn't let it. This school is not much worse than No. 1 Middle School. Your brother graduated here before."

Lin Yu reacted in shock for a while before realizing that the unfamiliar name "your brother" referred to Fu Mingxiu.

She froze for a while, but still didn't refute, and decided to get to the point: "Dad, I want to live on campus."

Meng Weiguo was silent for a while: "What?"

"No. 8 middle school can live on campus. Many students in our class live on campus, and I want to live on campus," Lin Yu said quickly, "I haven't lived on campus before, so I want to try it."

"No," Meng Weiguo refused succinctly, "There are so many things you haven't done before, do you want to try them all?"

Lin Yu said slowly and startled, "When I arrive at school in the morning, I'll get stuck in traffic, and it's a waste of time—"

"Your brother also lived at home before, how can others do it, but you can't?" Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Meng Weiguo impatiently, and the good mood just now sounded gone, "You Don't like being at home so much?"

Lin Yu was shocked that this man seemed to have a weak brain, and her "wanting to live in school" became "don't like being at home" for some unknown reason when she arrived at his place.

She began to feel a little annoyed: "I don't dislike being at home."

"Your Auntie Guan is not good enough for you? You are thoughtful about everything. When did your mother care about you so much? You want to live on campus and be free. If I tell you about this, Auntie Guan What will she think?"

Meng Weiguo's voice became a background sound, like when the plane took off, the engine began to hum. rise.

"Are all of you Phoenix men so sensitive?" Lin Yujing asked calmly.

It seemed as if someone had sprinkled coagulant in the air, Meng Weiguo was stunned, it seemed unbelievable, he was silent for five seconds, and said with difficulty: "What did you say?"

Lin Yu hung up the phone in shock.

Hanging up the phone, turning off the phone, and doing it in one go, she stared at the phone on the bed for a while, then suddenly rolled over and got out of bed, ran to the corner of the room, pulled out the suitcase, pulled out the card extractor in the phone box, and removed the SIM card. It's over.

The house is well soundproofed, and there is no sound at all after closing the door. Lin Yu sat on the bed in shock and looked around blankly for a week. For the first time since she moved here, she took a closer look at her room. She still remembered that on the first day she came, Guan Xiangmei brought her up and said, "Show our little princess her room".

European-style palace-style decoration and furniture, small suite, open the door to enter a small living room, and open the gauze to open the bedroom, which is large and empty like a model room.

Lin Yu was shocked and felt a little sarcastic.

Sometimes she really can't understand Meng Weiguo's thoughts.

She just wanted to live on campus, that simple request. Living in this place made her breathless. She didn't know whether Meng Weiguo had ever experienced this oppressive, annoyed, and suffocating feeling. Eating and sleeping, I can't get rid of this feeling for a minute.

In Meng Weiguo's view, it seems that she should be grateful to Dade, accept Guan Xiangmei's alms very happily, and show her love for her new home. She can't have any intention of leaving.

The next day, Lin Yu was startled early in the morning. When she went downstairs, Aunt Zhang was still making breakfast. Seeing her, she raised her head in surprise: "Miss Lin? I..."

Lin Yu asked in surprise and waved his hand: "It's okay, don't worry, I'll go to the school cafeteria to eat."

After avoiding the morning rush hour, the road was finally less congested. Lin Yu was shocked that there were not many people in the class, and many students were walking in with breakfast in their hands.

The few people sitting in the classroom, without exception, all sat on their seats, biting buns in their mouths and writing hard without raising their heads.

Lin Yujing was stunned by the strong learning atmosphere, and began to believe Liu Fujiang's 98% admission rate.

She sat down with her schoolbag in her hand, looked back and saw Li Lin who was writing a book. She glanced curiously and found that he was writing a bio: "Is there any homework in the bio yesterday?"

On the first day of school, Liu Fujiang was the only one who didn't assign homework to them. Li Lin was still moved with tears in his eyes and hugged his roommate at the same table.

But the next sentence made people laugh: "But the summer homework must be handed in tomorrow, and the representatives of each subject will accept it tomorrow."

Sure enough, Li Lin didn't lift his head: "No, summer homework."

Lin Yu was shocked to understand that this strong learning atmosphere was due to all the homework.

Although the senior two had just been divided into classes, the teachers who led them were different before, but the homework during the winter and summer vacations was the same.

"Six hours of study a day, 50 years of health and happiness, and a lifetime of happiness." Li Lin said vaguely while biting his buns while writing hard.

The papers on his desk had already been put on the other side of his desk. Lin Yujing glanced upside down and casually glanced at them. It was similar to the exam papers. And English and composition, the questions are not difficult, basically basic knowledge.

However, Yushuwai and Lizong add up to a hundred sets of papers, which are thick and thick.

Lin Yu was shocked that Shen Yan was 80% bragging.

Although she didn't quite understand that he took a leave of absence from school, where did he come from to make up the homework.

Lin Yu turned around in shock and glanced at the timetable. The first section was English. She flipped out the English book, yawned, and lay on the table and flipped through it casually.

After watching it for two minutes, Lin Yu was startled, remembering what Liu Fujiang said yesterday that parents need to write a receipt and sign when staying in the dormitory.

She took out a notebook, tore off a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote three words Meng Weiguo.

Lin Yujing's words were big and fluttering. They didn't look like they were written by a girl. In the past, when she read the words of those female classmates, they were all neat and delicate.

Later, she gave up, and she just floated, it wasn't ugly anyway.

Yesterday, when she introduced herself, she wrote her name on the blackboard, and was praised by Liu Fujiang that she was beautiful and grand.

This is the problem.

Liu Fujiang had seen her handwriting, but she really couldn't write the second font.

Lin Yujing took the pen, changed the font and wrote Meng Weiguo's name awkwardly, stroke by stroke, like a child's drawing, too ugly to see.

She sighed and continued to scratch on the paper with her head supported.

About ten minutes later, the corner of her desk was tapped twice.

Lin Yu subconsciously tilted his head in shock and saw a hand with well-defined joints.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered a Weibo or post she read a long time ago, which place do you think men are the sexiest.

The answers inside are all kinds of strange, but the hands and the collarbone have the highest votes.

She raised her head, Shen Jian was standing beside her in the aisle, looking down at her with a bag of soy milk in her mouth.

Lin Yu swept across his collarbone without a trace, and saw the white collar.

The school uniform coat on the boy's body was neatly dressed, the zipper was pulled to the chest, and it was washed very cleanly, and the tip of the nose could smell a little clean smell of laundry detergent.

It was completely different from the school tyrants that Lin Yujing knew or saw before, who didn't wear school uniforms properly and had colorful paintings on them.

And the eyelids didn't droop.

The eyes don't look tired.

It seems that the big guy slept well yesterday.

Lin Yujing put down his pen, stood up, and Shen Jian went in and sat down.

Today, he carried a schoolbag on his back, but he looked so light that he wondered if there was really something in it. Shen Juan threw his schoolbag into the table, glanced at the class schedule for today, which was written on the blackboard, took out the English book, bit the soy milk and turned to the first page, and reached into the table with the other hand. Start to touch in the bag.

After touching it for about a century, just when Lin Yu was startled and thought he was doing something strange, this person finally went through all kinds of hardships like learning from the west - take it easy. A pen came out, and he signed his name on the first page of the English book.

The characters are pretty good-looking, and it's not the same as the illiterate social brother who wrote the characters of cockroaches crawling on dogs in her impression.

The surprise of this person is really endless.

Looking at his beautiful hand and looking at the ghostly talisman that he still couldn't write after a whole page of paper, Lin Yu tapped his finger on the edge of the table, thought for a few seconds, and then leaned towards him. : "Hey, classmate Shen."

Shen Jian didn't look up, he held the soy milk in his mouth, lowered his head and looked at the English book seriously, turning his pen while reading the book.

Also read English books, can you understand you?

Lin Yujing called him again in a low voice, "Shen Jian?"

Shen Yan didn't seem to hear it.

Lin Yujing became a little impatient, but she had to bow her head because she wanted to ask others. She pressed the fire and lay between the two tables, blinking at him: "The same table?"

With a "click", the pen in Shen Juan's hand fell onto the table.

He paused for two seconds, then turned his head expressionlessly: "Speak well."

Lin Yujing decided to be more euphemistic. For this kind of boss, the purpose should not be too strong. She pointed to his English book: "You can ask me if you have any words you don't know."

"Thank you," Shen Juan was silent for a while, as if he felt the need to correct his name, "I can speak English well."

Lin Yu looked at him with a startled expression of "don't be a **** bullshit", and blurted out the conditioned reflex: "Did your social brothers learn how to brag in the first class before entering society?"

The author has something to say:

Shen Juan: You talk well, don't act like a motherfucker, it will make my hands numb, and my pen will fall.