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"Then I miss you." Bo Muan was helpless, he was afraid that he would sleep in the dark, and he forgot everything about his last name.

"That's about the same, then it's over, think of me." Luo Mengran was happy, "But why are your hands so cold?"

"Writing and writing, the more you write, the hotter your hands are, and the more I write, the cooler I am." Po Muan laughed when he mentioned this, "So my hands get stiff after writing in winter, and I have to cover the heat to continue writing. It will be very slow."

"Well, then I will help you cover your hands in winter. My hands are hot all year round." Luo Mengran was also surprised to hear this, but it doesn't matter if she doesn't understand, as long as she remembers that she can warm her hands in winter up.

The holiday is still very happy. This time, Bo Muan still has family members to pick her up. She can't live in the dormitory in the third year of high school and needs to move things. It just so happens that she doesn't have to drive too hard today.When she came home, Bo Muan got up early in the morning, and her father arrived early, and the people who came to pick her up this time were her father and younger brother.Looking at it, Bo Muan felt that his younger brother was definitely tricked by his father to be a coolie, and it was indeed the case.My father moved the bookcase, and when he found it was too heavy, he asked his younger brother to carry it, and instead hugged the quilt.Bo Muan himself took the washbasin and some light things that need to be handled with care. The three of them finished moving the things twice, and the efficiency was still very high.Bo Muan felt distressed seeing her younger brother slumped on the back seat of the car tired after moving the bookcases. It was a big plastic box, which contained her entire high school books and reference materials. Naturally, it weighed a lot. It was really tiring for my younger brother to move out of the school from the dormitory on the fourth floor and then into the car.Bo Muan asked his younger brother why he was so obedient to move it, and he didn’t need help to carry it. In the end, his younger brother’s answer was that Dad said that after moving this one by himself, he invited him to eat barbecue. Besides, he was the only one who was so heavy at 1.8 meters. How many strong men can move it, and your help is a disservice.After hearing this, Bo Muan also accepted his brother as a foodie, but his father did a lot of heavy work when he was young, and now his waist is a little fragile and he can't be too hard, so he can only work hard on his brother.

The feeling of going home, Bo Muan is a person who doesn't want to go home. When she was in high school, she found it strange to see her roommates calling home and crying because she didn't feel this way at all.Now that she hasn't been home for a long time, she seems to miss it a bit. The persimmon trees downstairs in the house are all bearing fruit, and she can pick them and eat them after a while.But the promised vacation is really short. When I was in class, I felt that the time passed too slowly for two consecutive weeks. Now I have a day off after I sleep on vacation, and there are so many homework. Bo Muan is proud to ask It's not that I can copy fast in school, but I don't have a few days to rest.

At the beginning of the school year, many people were a little bit overwhelmed when they returned to the classroom where they stayed for a long time during the summer vacation, and it was too fast.Bo Muan wiped his table, set up his books and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He also cleaned the rented house today and packed things. He was really tired.

"Did you copy all the answers for your summer homework? We haven't finished a chapter of chemistry, so I should be fine with all the blanks."

"I'm empty too. I haven't learned what to do. If I do it, it's obviously copied."

Bo Muan felt bad when she heard this. She didn't remember it at all. This time, when she copied the summer homework, she didn't read anything. She just copied it directly. Care, I'm afraid there will be no accident this time.Sure enough, at the beginning of the evening self-study, the head teacher said that the summer homework inspection of all subjects would be collected, and some people would be selected to check, and the rest of the group leader would be responsible.

"Students whose student numbers are multiples of 2 and 5 come in." Zhang Jin, the class teacher, randomly selected students there.

"It's over, I'm going to be cold." Bo Muan was a little cold when he heard the class teacher say that the student number was randomly drawn. His 20 is too easy to be drawn, so he really has himself. Now he may have to copy the text. His class teacher is very special He likes to punish students for copying out the teacher's list, starting fifty times.

After that, it was indeed the case. The head teacher carefully read the summer homework, called the students who had written the chapter on chemistry to talk, educated them one by one, and punished them. The pages and answers were copied three times.The teacher in charge thought he was very witty. As a chemistry teacher, he naturally found out that there was a chapter that he hadn't learned at the beginning, so to determine whether it was copied, just look at whether the chapter was written or not.In order not to wrong anyone, he also specially called those students to come, and asked them one by one if they would, and if they could tell a little bit, it would be considered that they had previewed.

"25, 26, 27, 28...36 are too many, there are ten pages, it is too difficult." I took back my summer homework, turned it there and started counting the pages, three times, it was too difficult Well, this is four pages full of answers alone, and I have to hand in tomorrow morning, so I will stay up all night tonight.

"An'an, what's the matter, do you need me to copy for you?" Luo Mengran also knew about the need to copy the book, and she wanted to help. She didn't write it, and she wasn't caught in the spot check, so naturally she still has time help.

"I can do it too, An An." Yang Xuexin also looked sympathetic, and she also knew that writing at the same table was a bit slower than herself.

"No need, the whole class basically knows my fonts, and the ugly ones are too recognizable, you can't help me." Bo Muan bitterly copied books. He had never enjoyed the treatment of others to help copy books since he was a child. This word is too difficult.

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