The most brave system in history

The day before I made an appointment to go to the hospital to prescribe medicine, because I had to do housework in the morning, I postponed it to 10:[-].But now I looked up at the alarm clock and it seemed like I was going to be late again.

Get up in the morning, do the laundry, wash the sheets, mop the floor, wash your hair, tidy up the house, and every time it comes to a rest day, you are always busy. When the house is almost cleaned, it is time to go to the hospital for treatment.

I packed my things without stopping and set off, took two subway stops to the nearby hospital, but was told that the prescribed medicine was out of stock. For some reason, the medicine went to several hospitals and said it was out of stock.I can only return the registration form and return angrily.

It suddenly occurred to me that he was in class today, so I could go to his school.After registering the declaration information and getting approval, he went to the famous institution of higher learning in Tunjing City.

As soon as I stepped out of the subway station named after the school, I was quite shocked.The poems written by ancient heroes are selected, and the people who read them are full of excitement, and they have a sense of lofty ambition to fight for the great summer.

When you come to the school, you can see the wide and clean road, with ancient trees in the sky on both sides, and a large area of ​​Er Yuelan surrounds the ancient trees and blooms into a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

I went to the convenience store and bought a latte to wait for him in the third teaching room.

On the road, I saw a mother who seemed to be only 1 meters tall, pushing her 55-meter son in a wheelchair to class.

Encountering the steps, the son got up, and the mother lifted the wheelchair up first. The son supported his body with the crutches in his arms, and took a step up with difficulty.

Then sit in the wheelchair and push again.

For some people, God closes a door for him, and always opens another window for him.I think that although his legs may be disabled, he must have a lot of thoughts.

The phone rang again: "Where are you? I'll give you the meal card."

He handed the meal card to my hand, so that I could move freely, and he went to take a class on Marxism, which seemed boring but was taught vividly by an interesting teacher.

I came to the library with my meal card, which felt very antique.But maybe because of the age, there is a hint of damp mustiness.I've always had a better-than-average nose for smells that other people would overlook.I didn't stay too long, so I decided to go somewhere else.

Walked and walked to the canteen in the North District.Because it has been renovated, it is extra spacious and bright.

Because the school is very big, and the cafeteria is very far away from the gate, it feels like a paradise as soon as you enter.

Looking at the many students who are sitting in their seats and studying before the meal time, I don't feel a little envious of them having such a good environment.

Although it is a cafeteria, there are many independent spaces and seats.The learning environment and the canteen are well integrated.

I sat down in a conference room, turned on the computer and started studying.

An hour later, a classmate knocked on the door and explained that she had made an appointment here and needed to have a meeting here. I immediately nodded and packed my things and left.

I found a sofa booth and sat down, and the girl next to me tapped the keyboard with a clicking sound, very fast and fluent, and even felt that the hand speed could not keep up with the brain.

I studied for another 2 hours, and my eyes were a little sore and I couldn't open them.Get up and go to the toilet to rest and adjust before continuing.

Just when he called: "The class is finally over, I'm exhausted, but the reward is great, where shall we go for dinner?"

"Come to the canteen in the North District, there are a lot of food here!" Thinking that there will be delicious food soon, I am a little excited.

We walked around the cafeteria and felt that there are all eight major cuisines in Daxia, and even western, Japanese, and Korean cuisines.

He was a little hungry, so he quickly ordered rice noodle with fat sausage and gave him a soy pancake, which looked delicious.

I recently lost weight and wanted to have a lighter diet, so I went to the small bowl area next to me and ordered steamed eggs, sweet potatoes and winter melon spare ribs.

We sat down and ate with gusto.

This is a day in my life and he asked me to write this up on Saturday morning,

I thought it was fine,

While I was leaning on the bed and casually scrolling through the short video, he finished reading what I wrote, and unceremoniously gave a comment: "My surname is Wei, your writing is too sloppy."

"That's not what you said this morning."

I was very angry and said back to him,

Because he told me in the morning: "You wrote a special journal, and I wrote a special and specific account, as if to say, I can write [-] words just to see a rapeseed flower." '

While I was brushing comfortably, he urged me again: "Go and wash!"

It's just annoying, urging me to shoot this and that every day, I'm your nanny? ? ?