After being at the same table with the school grass, I was admitted to Qingbei University

The reason why Miss Wang is called Miss Wang is because she is young and good-looking, and Han Lin also calls her "Xiaoniu Wang" in private.

Her classes are generally very loose, and she didn't hit Han Lin with chalk when he was sleeping, but came and knocked on his desk twice, saying: "It seems that you worked too hard last night."

"If she's not married, I'll chase her." Han Lin said to Yu Yao.

But he was just bragging. Ms. Wang gave him the feeling of a sister, even though he only had a younger brother and no older sister.

Five minutes after the class bell rang, Lu Xuanyi came in through the door.

"Excuseme, Ms.Wang.MayIcomein?" He knocked on the door politely.

"Sure, comein." Ms. Wang waved to him and praised his standard British accent.

Yu Yao gave Li Xiaoran two "tsk tut" and said in a low voice, "I've watched the BBC a lot since I saw it, showing off."

"Then show off your chinglish." Li Xiaoran secretly took a chocolate bean from the drawer, and stuffed it into his mouth while Miss Wang and Lu Xuanyi were talking.

"You're courting death." Yu Yao took a volume of the exercise book and knocked him on the head.

Han Lin glanced at Lu Xuanyi who was sitting down. He must have gone to prepare his speech.

He touched the mouth with his tongue, poked out a small bag, and twirled his pen, "First grade?"

He didn't directly say what he meant, but Lu Xuanyi understood his sarcasm.

Lu Xuanyi adjusted his sitting posture, lowered his voice and said, "It's only 510 seven times older than you."

"Fuck, if you don't say anything to me, you're going to lose your energy, don't you?" Han Lin couldn't help but said.

Lu Xuanyi glanced at him, the boy's eyes were full of hostility and irritability, his curly hair was hanging on his forehead, and his brows were slightly frowned.

He suddenly didn't want to answer this question directly, so he turned his eyes away and ignored him.

Han Lin had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, and felt that sooner or later he would be stunned to death by this tablemate.

He didn't sleep well last night, and he was distracted throughout the morning. He was in a daze all morning, and finally stayed up until noon when school was over.

Han Lin never ate in the cafeteria, thinking it was pig food. He has been picky about eating since he was a child. When he was a child, his grandfather was worried that he would not be tall, but now he is 1.7 meters eight.

He took a group of people out for dinner, and planned to go back to the dormitory to sleep after eating.

All students should study without sleep, sleep is the most important thing in life, people with high IQ are sleep gods.

The highly intelligent Han Lin returned to the dormitory, kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and yawned.

Ju Haowei came back and took a cup of canned coffee, and went back to the classroom for self-study.

Sometimes Han Lin really doesn't understand that they live on coffee every day, is it not good to live, and they have to make trouble with themselves.

But he overlooked one point, why didn't he think about whether he was alive or not when he went to the Internet cafe all night by himself.

Han Lin slowly fell asleep, and the dream was pitch black.

He was in a dripping cave, there was water under his feet, and there was a glimmer of light in front of him.

He dragged his tired body forward step by step.

At the exit of the cave, there was a faint voice.

The voice grew louder and clearer.

It was as if someone whispered in his ear: "...For learning planning, I think method and efficiency are more important..."

Han Lin turned over and blocked his ears.

"Compared to studying hard and reading dead books, I suggest that students develop their own interests and hobbies in many ways..."

The voice followed like a shadow, like a body attached to bones, filling one's ears with magic sounds.

Han Lin sat up from the bed angrily, brushed his hair, "Damn, it's over!"

He put on his slippers, got out of bed and slammed open the balcony door.

The balconies of 302 and 303 are connected, and Lu Xuanyi is reciting with a manuscript paper.

"Lu Xuanyi, I knew it was you!" Han Lin said angrily.

The author has something to say: Xiao Han: People are more angry than others, Lu Gou is a high school representative, and I am going to do a self-criticism and live with a smile on my face.