What should I do if I suddenly become sperm and have no account indicators?

"What are you doing?" Bai Miaomiao poked his head out of the bed. He usually doesn't go to class, he only goes to the library, and he still ranks at the top of the exam when he turns back. With Qi Jiang's conscientious attendance rate of going out early and returning late, the two of them had to chat before going to bed. face to face.

Qi Jiang silently wrote pinyin stroke by stroke on the palm-sized white paper. He was suddenly a little shy to explain what he was doing to Bai Miaomiao, "Uh, it's nothing..."

"Huh?" Bai Miaomiao looked at him for a while, resting her chin, and finally felt bored, turned over and continued to watch TV dramas on the bed, biting into potato chips.

Qi Jiang was sweating all over the writing, straightened up and let out a breath.

The base originally did not stipulate the time to turn off the lights. Since more than 100 students jointly wrote to the principal to complain that their nocturnal roommates affected their sleep and rest time, they either put nocturnal animals and plants together (however God knows what kind of squabbles they might have) or mandating lights-out times, the school opted for the latter.

However, Qi Jiang and Bai Miaomiao are both early sleepers. One wants to get up early the next day to endorse, and the other wants to sleep for 10 hours a day. They have no objection to this.

Qi Jiang lightly turned off the light and lay on his back on the bed. The mosquito net was covered with small pieces of paper. He was holding a pen-shaped flashlight in his hand. The round beam of light dimly illuminated which is iu, which is ui, and which is size. Whether there are mountains and rivers.

He muttered silently between his lips and teeth, repeating it over and over again.Bai Miaomiao next door turned over in a deep sleep. When he heard the sound, his heart suddenly moved for some reason, and he felt slightly sad.

His eyes followed the beam of light, and he looked at it with a bit of gnashing of teeth, as if he wanted to see the black ink stain in his heart.

Sure enough, in the dream that day, Qi Jiang dreamed that he was chased all the way by A holding L, and finally ran to a gate. Teacher Liao turned out from behind the gate holding a "tai" and a "big", and asked him , how to read this, and how to read this.In desperation, Qi Jiang couldn't remember which one was "too" and which was "big", and broke out in a sweat.

The next day, Bai Miaomiao woke up and found that the bed next door seemed to be a hole in the coil, with thousands of pieces of paper fluttering in the wind, and she almost rolled off the bed in fright.Here, Qi Jiang has already gone to class with his schoolbag on his back, yawning all over the place.

There are two math classes this morning, greater than, less than or equal to, Xiao Xu has taught him before. He sat in the back row and wrote his after-school homework, and went out quietly through the back door with his schoolbag in his arms.

The timetable was given to him by Li Li. Qi Jiang originally wanted to find Feng Lin, but when Li Li said that he was on a business trip for a meeting and would not be back until a few days later, Li Li took out his own timetable and said that you should just use it.

Li Li's grade is already considered high in the base. In addition to Chinese and mathematics, there are many other subjects that Men Qijiang has never heard of. Don't listen to it, it's so boring..." He thought for a while and said, "Forget it, you should listen to it, some of them are quite basic, and you will need them in the future."

After listening to a political class just now, Qi Jiang felt that it was not as boring as what Bai Miaomiao said. Although there were still many things he didn't understand, Qi Jiang felt that what the teacher said was very reasonable.The fly in the ointment is that each class has a fixed number of desks and chairs, which is convenient for the teacher to check absences. Qi Jiang can only squat in the back door to listen to the class, and his legs are going numb.

Qi Jiang dragged his sore thighs and carried his schoolbag as he walked in the corridors of the senior grades. The people coming and going were not much different in stature from him, which was much better than him standing out from the crowd in his own class. Qi Jiang instantly felt a sense of belonging , let out a breath silently.

The preparatory bell rang, and the students seemed to flow cleanly into the sea at once. Qi Jiang pinched the timetable and hadn't found the class when he suddenly saw a familiar face.

Jin Liufang poked his head out from behind, made a "shh" motion with his fingers on his lips, and waved to him.

As soon as Qi Jiang's brain got hot, he followed him, and he didn't realize until he was in front of Jin Liufang, hey, didn't I go to the next door to attend English class?

Qi Jiang found that Jin Liufang was also sitting in the last row, and it was by the back door, no wonder he saw him right away.

It's just that Qi Jiang is because of his height, and Jin Liufang is probably because of that potted flower... Speaking of which, why does he have to bring a potted flower in and out?

Jin Liufang said, "What are you doing here?"

Qi Jiang thought to himself, you don't even know why I'm here, why you beckon me to come over. "Uh, I'm here to attend class."

The bell rang, and he was embarrassed to move any more, so he obediently put his schoolbag on his knees, and took out his pen and notebook.I think it's a little bit to listen to.

Jin Liufang looked at him, frowned, and beckoned: "Come here."

Qi Jiang looked up at him without moving his butt, "Why?"

Jin Liufang seemed to have seen something that made him extremely disgusted, she cast her eyes away, clicked her tongue, turned around and said kindly to the potted flower that was placed on one of the two-person tables: "Let him sit here for this class, okay?" ?”

Jin Liufang nodded, and waved to Qi Jiang again, "Come here."

Qi Jiang's butt was still hot, and someone shouted from the podium: "Jin Liufang! The math teacher asked you to go to the office and help her get the test papers!"

Jin Liufang replied loudly: "Understood!" Before he left, he pressed Qi Jiang's shoulder comfortingly, and went out through the back door.

Qi Jiang sat tremblingly on an unfamiliar chair and looked at a pot of flowers. "Uh, you, hello," he said in embarrassment, desperately recalling how Jin Liufang treated this potted flower, "My name is Qi Jiang, we meet again, haha..."

He smiled weakly twice, and the dignified and elegant flower remained silent.

"Although I don't know your name yet, you should still remember me, right?"

"..."

"I'm sorry for taking up your place in this class..."

"..."

"Well, you, do you drink water?" Qi Jiang stammered for a long time, holding back a common-sense daily greeting.

The students in the front row looked back at him, "Are you talking to it?"

Qi Jiang was so embarrassed that he didn't know why, "Well, how do you usually chat, I, I don't know, sorry..." He glanced at the bewildered and silent flower, wondering: "She doesn't care. Am I angry?"

The classmate in the front row snorted, "You are as interesting as Jin Liufang." He glanced at the potted flower, "This potted flower is not a fairy, but a potted flower."