Papa 17 years old

【Chapter Thirteen】

Because they are class assistants, Zhou Yuan and Wen Liang are much busy.Although Su Muran is the head teacher, he can be regarded as Zhou Yuan's boss.But those who are directly related to students are counselors rather than class teachers.

So under the supervision of the counselors, they took the freshmen to select class cadres, and then gradually changed hands of some things, and life finally got better.No, after the start of school, the freshmen are in the rhythm of military training, so Wen Liang, who maintains the mentality that I am also a person who came here, lay at the door of the classroom and looked at the pile of Green Corps when get out of class was over, and sighed about life again.

"Yo, the sun is so big, I don't know how many flowers the hot hand has brought. Rarity, as a good senior in the new century, do you think you should go to deliver water?" Wen Liang looked at the long hands and long feet beside him The heroic Xuan Mingrui teased.

Xuan Mingrui is a student from the Department of Political Science and Law. Like Zhou Yuan, he stayed in school since he was a child.Parents are both teachers of Z University, kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and university, and they haven't gotten rid of this place.Therefore, she can be regarded as Zhou Yuan's childhood friend, and she can get along very harmoniously with Zhou Yuan's classmates and her best friend sister Wen Liang.

"Damn." Xuan Mingrui rolled his eyes, leaned on the railing and looked down at the enthusiastic military training team shouting slogans, and waved back, "Get lost. You should call the seniors in your class to be courteous, but I am right The school girl is not interested, I am straight and straight."

"..." Wen Liang looked at her speechless for a while.

Xuan Mingrui came here to take Maogai class, and Zhou Yuan chose the same teacher as Zhou Yuan when choosing the class.Compared with the elementary school girl downstairs, she is more concerned about her classmate Zhou Yuan.So he glanced around but didn't see Zhou Yuan's figure, so he asked, "Wen Liang, where's Ah Yuan?"

Wen Liang just finished English class, this class is not with Zhou Yuan.When I came here, I met Xuan Mingrui, so I didn't see Zhou Yuan either.But... She glanced at the classroom, looked through the window, and easily saw the person lying on the desk by the last window, so she nodded slightly, "No, that's not it."

When Xuan Mingrui saw the person lying on the table, he narrowed his eyes, "Are you sleeping? How sleepy you must be when you come here." Zhou Yuan's normal state is that no matter how hard he is, he can sleep at the last moment. It recovers energy in a short time, and there is never a phenomenon of lying on the table, which is really abnormal.

Uh, no, it seems that Zhou Yuan also experienced this state in his sophomore year of high school.Xuan Mingrui stepped forward and wanted to pat her to wake her up to ask what was going on, but Wen Liang stretched out his hand and grabbed her. Wen Liang shook his head at her, "Let her sleep for a while, I don't know what she's been up to lately , Every morning when I come to school, my eyes are black and black, and I still hold on to take notes in class. After class, I just lie there and look sleepy to death..."

"Oh~" Xuan Mingrui nodded, expressing his understanding.Leaning on the railing, looking through the glass window, looking at Zhou Yuan's back and thinking about something.

The students came over one after another, the class bell rang, and the teacher also came in, so Xuan Mingrui and Wen Liang also walked into the classroom.The two are good partners, relying on Xuan Mingrui's taller height than a man to block the front line of sight, and Wen Liang's cover, they let Zhou Yuan sleep peacefully with a tacit understanding.

Freshmen’s tidy steps and loud slogans echoed outside the window, and inside the classroom was the voice of the middle-aged uncle impassionedly speaking his thoughts.Wen Liang sat beside Zhou Yuan, looked at the sleeping man with his head buried between his arms, and shook his head slightly.I'm so tired, I don't know why.

Zhou Yuan has been too tired recently. Before the freshmen were not easy to guide, the class assistant did some odd jobs, which were not complicated but very busy. Finally, he got on the right track and didn’t have to teach him by hand. Gotta go about my business.She doesn't live in school, and it only takes half an hour to ride a bicycle from home to school, so there is no need for that.In the past, after class, you can go home after stepping on a bicycle.Now because Runrun is in kindergarten, and her school is very close to the west gate of Zhouyuan University, Zhou Yuan has a new task: go to the affiliated kindergarten of Z University every day after school to pick up the little girl.

So these days, Zhou Yuan's life is like this.After school at [-] o'clock, pick up little Lolita home, have dinner at [-] o'clock, go to the square to teach children roller skating at [-] o'clock, come back at [-] o'clock to help my mother type the manuscript on the computer, and do not have free time until after [-] o'clock.

Because Zhou Yuan had to repay the money that Cheng Ying lent her, so how to make money and repay it was a problem.There is no time to go out to work part-time during the day, because the sophomore class is too full, so it is not bad for her to be busy with classes during the day.And at night, she has time after eleven o'clock in the evening, but at that time, her parents asked her to turn off the computer and go to sleep.When Zhou Yuan lived in his own house before, he earned money by playing games late at night to practice his account, but when he moved out, this method could not be used because it would not affect his parents.So what to do, you can't ask your parents.Zhou Yuan wouldn't even ask if Zhou Yuan was killed. Her parents' money doesn't mean it's hers. In a sense, she takes this aspect very seriously.Especially if you borrow something in your own name, you should use your own method to return it.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as an absolute path.It's a new semester again, have you written your summer paper yet?Didn’t write it, didn’t you want to write it, come to my big literature club, a [-]% guarantee can write you a very beautiful summer paper.

Z University never lacks rich people, nor does it lack rich students who don’t want to write papers.Relying on the business experience passed down from generation to generation in the literature club, everyone knows that writing a thesis at the beginning of school can earn a fortune.This year's literary club is no exception. Under the leadership of the new president, more than a dozen of them received a bunch of orders for papers in an organized and disciplined manner, earning a lot of money.

Zhou Yuan happened to be very good golf friends with the president of the literature club, so when Zhou Yuan went to take over, the president happily gave Zhou Yuan as many papers as he had yet to write.Holding the thesis topics of nearly twenty people on hand, and looking at the deadlines requested by them, Zhou Yuan also worked hard.

No, there were still two days before the deadline, and Zhou Yuan desperately finished those twenty papers.I wrote a total of three articles last night, and finally completed the task after exhausting myself.Thus, there was a situation where I was lying on Mao Gai's class from exhaustion today.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was so good, except for the teacher's voice, there was no other sound, and Zhou Yuan slept soundly.Or buried his face between his arms and felt a little short of breath, so he moved his body slightly, exposed his face buried in his arms, pillowed his left hand, and faced out of the window.

Su Muran, who was rushing to class with a bag in her arms and a book in her arms, passed through the corridor and glanced to the right inadvertently, and saw such a scene - in a classroom full of seats, a girl in white was lying on the table with a pillow Own arm, sleep peacefully.All the hustle and bustle around is gone, it's so quiet, it's so quiet that I can hear the slight trembling of the child's eyelashes, everything is completely silent...

With just a casual glance, Su Muran, who was still in a hurry to go to class, recognized the student who was sleeping openly when the teacher was in class.He slowed down his steps, felt inexplicably relieved, and moved forward briskly but couldn't help shaking his head while holding the textbook in his arms.The sound of the high-heeled shoes was masked by the teacher's voice from the microphone, and gradually drifted away.

Children nowadays are really rude. The teacher is giving lectures on the stage, but he is dreaming of Zhou Gong in the audience.If it was her student, she would have to let her fail the final exam...

The afternoon sun seemed to be radiating its final heat, the atmosphere on the playground became more and more enthusiastic, the slogans of military training became louder and louder, and the voice of the teacher in the classroom became louder and louder.Zhou Yuan, who was sleeping soundly, did not expect to be severely grabbed by his immediate superior...

Zhou Yuan took the Maogai class in the afternoon and fell asleep comfortably.If Xuan Mingrui hadn't patted her on the shoulder to wake her up, she would probably have continued to sleep.

"You stole someone's car in the middle of the night last night, or what? Why are you so tired today?" Xuan Mingrui asked Zhou Yuan, who was sleepy and still looking at his own face, begging to wake up.

Zhou Yuan slapped himself hard on the face, then stood up and stretched his hands and feet, "Uh..." She relaxed her muscles and bones before answering Xuan Mingrui's words, "It's okay."

Wen Liang pursed her lips, with a noble and glamorous expression on her face, "It's okay to be tired like a dog, it's okay, promise, I made the notes for you, don't do this in the future." He said while tidying up his textbooks.

"Yeah." Zhou Yuan stuffed the textbook into his schoolbag, and carried it on his back, "I'll pick up Runrun from school, you guys go home first, goodbye."

Xuan Mingrui waved his hand, "Goodbye, be careful on the road, don't bump into people in a daze when crossing the road."

"En." Zhou Yuan nodded, turned and left the classroom.She didn't look back, so she didn't see the worry in Xuan Mingrui's eyes when she looked at her.

The sun was still very strong after five o'clock. Zhou Yuan put a baseball cap on his head, went to the carport to get his bicycle, and then wandered towards the west.The bicycle is crushing the fallen ginkgo leaves and sliding along the long tree-lined road.The young man in white was riding a bicycle, and the slowly turning wheels broke through the mottled light curtain seeping from the branches and leaves.Occasionally, when the wind blows, a yellow-green leaf flutters down from the sky covering the sky.As light as a withered butterfly, as thin as the back of a young man in white.