Everyone else has traveled through time and space and been reborn, but I, the native cannon fodder

"Is the one who just came in Mo Nian, who was specially recruited by the school?"

"It should be so. I've never heard of any high school taking the initiative to recruit a junior high school graduate. I don't know what's so great about Mo Nian?"

"No way, haven't you heard? She got first place in the high school entrance examination, far ahead of No. 2!"

"Wow, I heard that I got admitted from a very unknown town."

"That's really awesome!"

"Hey, what's the point? No matter how good you were, you were still in junior high school. Now you're in high school. I'm not sure whether you're good at it or not."

"It's just that we have several high school students with excellent grades. There's no reason why they can't compare to one who came from the village."

"Does she really have great grades? Then why not sit in the first three rows where students sit? Do you have to sit in the last row? Can you see the blackboard and hear what the teacher says in class?"

"Who knows, maybe people like to be unique like this..."

……

The students in the class were talking a lot, but the center of the discussion was about Mo Erya.

Mo Erya had good ears and listened for a while, but it had little impact on her. She had been accustomed to being the object of discussion since she skipped a grade in elementary school.

Others talked about other people's things, but she did her own thing. On the first day of school, there was nothing wrong with her, except for trivial matters such as signing up for roll call and handing out books. No matter how hard it was, classes would not officially begin until the next day.

So Mo Erya, who had nothing to do, took out his design drawing and started to make corrections. When the class teacher showed up, all the students had signed up and started handing out books, Mo Erya was already thinking about what material to use. Build your own weapons.

What kind of material can be indestructible, stretchable and practical?It's a pity that I can't find the black iron mentioned in the book, otherwise it would be very suitable for forging weapons...

The head teacher who teaches Mo Erya is named Sun Haohuai. He has been paying attention to Mo Erya from the beginning, but the superiors have already specially greeted him, telling him that he does not need to pay too much attention to this student and just let her figure it out on her own.

Sun Haohuai also inquired about things related to Mo Erya. He knew that this girl had skipped grades on her own since elementary school and was very proactive in learning. He didn't know what she was doing writing and drawing for a long time.

He was very curious, and finally took advantage of the crowd of people wandering around the classroom to sneak over and take a look.

Sun Haohuai:......

What are these drawings? They look like some kind of design drawings? !

"Teacher Sun, is something wrong?"

As soon as Sun Haohuai appeared, he was spotted by Mo Erya. Mo Erya blinked his big eyes with confusion on his face.

"Ahem...that's nothing. What are you drawing?"

Sun Haohuai was not embarrassed at all by being caught. Since he was discovered, he simply asked directly.

"I just drew it randomly."

In front of Sun Haohuai, Mo Erya put the drawings directly into her schoolbag. The canvas bag Mo Yao gave her was gratifying. After she entered high school, she finally no longer had to carry a fertilizer schoolbag and used it with other The same canvas schoolbag as my classmates.

"..."

Sun Haohuai simply didn't know what to say. He held it back for a long time and said, "School has started. Let's put all those messy things aside and focus on studying."

"Teacher Sun, I understand."

Mo Erya was very well-behaved. She would do whatever Sun Haohuai said.

Sun Haohuai:......

He moved his lips, but didn't say anything in the end. Instead, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back, continuing to make arrangements for the first day of school.

After finally finishing the morning, Mo Erya and his classmates rushed outside the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs.

Most of the students in the No. [-] Middle School live nearby and it is convenient to go home. Mo Erya's home is even more convenient. You don't even have to leave the school gate. After leaving the teaching building, turn right and you can reach your family in a few minutes' walk. Hospital.

When Mo Erya arrived home, Mo Wuwa had already returned. He put down his schoolbag, rolled up his sleeves, and went to cook.

Mo Wuwa wisely went to light the fire. Mo Erya washed the rice skillfully and steamed the rice first. While the rice was steaming, he washed the green vegetables that he had bought earlier.

The Mo family has not yet lived a life of eating white rice for every meal, but at least it is better than when they were in Mojia Village. What they eat is not corn soup, but rice with a lot of whole grains added, although it is not as good as white rice. But it's much better than corn soup.

"Shitou, how about going to the new school today?"

After finishing this, Mo Erya sat next to Mo Wuwa and began to ask him about his first day of school.

"It's good. Our head teacher is a very beautiful female teacher. She speaks nicely, is gentle, and is very patient with us. Sister, I like the new teacher very much."

As soon as she talked about the new class in the new school, Mo Wuwa looked excited, "Sister, I met some good friends at school today, and we also made an appointment to play together in the afternoon!"

Mo Wuwa was born with an optimistic temperament, and because of his familiarity, even though he joined the class, he quickly became familiar with his deskmate and several classmates around him.

"Sounds good."

Mo Erya touched Mo Wuwa's head and said, "Since you have arrived in the new class, you should study hard from now on."

"Sister, I know, don't always treat me like a child, I'm only three years younger than you!"

Mo Wuwa looked dissatisfied. Could it be that he was an ignorant child? He was already very old and knew many things.

"Yes, yes, yes, our Shitou is already a big child."

Mo Erya looked at Mo Wuwa with a smile, a look of tolerance on his face.

"sister……"

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. After dinner, you can take a break and then go to school."

Mo Wangzhong and Zhang Huihui are at work today, so they have to take care of themselves.

"Sister, how is your new class and your new classmates? Are you the youngest classmate in your class? You are so short, does the teacher let you sit in the first row?"

Like a curious baby, Mo Wuwa began to ask about Mo Erya's class life.

"You kid, why are you asking so many questions? Also, what do you mean I'm short?"

Mo Erya gave Mo Wuwa a hard blow, thrust her waist and glared at him, "Why am I short? Why am I short? You are taller than me, so you just say I am short?"

Mo Erya gestured with her hands and looked at Mo Wuwa with disgust, who was only as tall as her own neck, "Oh, you... have the nerve to say I'm short!"

"sister……"

Mo Wuwa was stunned. He just told the truth. How could his sister be like a cat with fried hair?

very scary!

"Stop being so pushy, hurry up, make it early, and eat early!"

Mo Wuwa dared to be angry but dared not say anything. He was just a cook. It had nothing to do with him whether the food was cooked quickly or not. Could it be that if he pulled the bellows faster, the food would be cooked faster?Go faster!

His sister is really very unreasonable!