That math class was very slow.

After finally reaching the end of get out of class, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and see the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I wonder if this Li Yan is the one who is Li. She has been in the class for more than a week, and there are not many people she knows.

However, after a glance, I had not found the face I didn't recognize.

"Who are you looking for?" Fu Song suddenly asked her.

Meng Shengnan raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."

Fu Song also turned around and looked at the back row. After a while, a girl in the penultimate row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl in the seat shouted.

"Li Yan, what are you doing?"

The girl who was called turned around and smiled: "Guess."

Fu Song turned around and asked Meng Shengnan.

"Does she count?"

Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song's words: "Forget it." Not only are people beautiful, but they also have sweet voices, and they look so beautiful in school uniforms.

Fu Song: "You are not bad either."

Meng Shengnan glanced at him.

Fu Song said: "Your thinking consciousness is a little confused now. From materialism, it takes a stage to rise from matter to consciousness. You happen to be stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that you are fully focused in the next class."

Meng Shengnan: “…”

If their deskmates hadn't gone to the bathroom together, they would have laughed a lot now. Meng Shengnan stared at him hard and solemnly called his name: "Fu Song."

"Um?"

"Are you sure you are an earthling?"

Fu Song glanced at her, with a very serious expression.

"Do you know, I admire philosophers very much in my life. What I say is even more truthful than the truth. The key is that you still can't understand." Meng Shengnan couldn't help but say.

Fu Song waited for her to finish speaking.

"Call you call you a Philosophy Rat in the future." She said with a smile.

Fu Song frowned slightly: "Why is it a rat?"

Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, your name. Besides, rat is the first among the zodiac signs. Is this one good?

"Squirrels are different from mice."

Meng Shengnan said of course I knew the difference, and then smiled.

"It's almost the same as the philosophical rat."

Fu Song ignored him, it should be considered the default.

After the third class in the afternoon, there was an hour off. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her. When she was talking about the modal verb plus the original form of the verb, Qi Qiao came to her for supper.

The two of them walked towards the cafeteria while chatting.

"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.

Qi Qiao said 'yes', "So I can only harm you during this period."

Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: "Prefer color to be more than friend."

Qi Qiao laughed and held Meng Shengnan's arm and said that she would treat her tonight.

“It’s almost the same.”

The cafeteria was crowded with people, and the two of them finally found an empty seat to sit down after having sex. Qi Qiao was sweating and kept using her hands as a fan, muttering and complaining.

"There are too many people."

Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage and looked around and made suggestions.

"If you don't come early in the future, you'll have to wait late."

Qi Qiao nodded.

After eating for a few minutes, Qi Qiao asked Meng Shengnan how it was doing.

"I wrote a thousand words and deleted them again, without inspiration." She shook her head.

Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."

Before he could touch it, Meng Shengnan avoided it sideways, and said "huh" in disgust, and patted her wrist.

"Hard-handed."

Qi Qiao: "Tsk."

Meng Shengnan was lowering her head to drink millet porridge. When she raised her eyelids casually, she saw several students suddenly coming from the diagonally opposite the aisle between her. They were holding food, and the only girl in the middle was Li Yan.

Next to Li Yan, a boy with a sloppy school uniform with an open zipper.

Among the few people, he was only in his pockets, and nothing was in his hands. Meng Shengnan slowly withdrew his gaze and drank porridge without saying anything. Unexpectedly, he was really a student of No. 9 Middle School. He had never seen a student in the liberal arts class before. He was aware of the theory? The boys spoke a little loudly and did not keep their laughter, so that Meng Shengnan couldn't hear it. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be very hungry, and she ate without paying attention to anything.

There are still laughing, scolding, making jokes and talking nonsense there.

A male voice said, "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up. This kid is wild."

"Li Yan, this matter is covered by my brother. I will definitely keep him under your control. Will there be a beautiful girl introducing me to me in the future?"

A group of boys laughed.

"Do you still eat?" It's him.

The sound was exactly the same as the lazy tone in the Internet cafe saying, "You can try it next time."

A group of boys collectively 'cut' and started talking nonsense again.

Meng Shengnan quickly finished the meal and got up and left with Qi Qiao. When passing by the table, he could vaguely hear his low smile and Li Yan's sweet and soft voice, which made her scalp numb.

She shook her head gently to stop her random thoughts.

During evening self-study, Lao Shi came over for a walk. He also reminded some study matters before leaving. As soon as he left, the classroom started with a loud noise. But the excitement had not lasted for a minute, Lao Shi suddenly broke into the door, his expression was so serious.

"What's the point of making a noise? Do you still need to study?"

Lao Shi was holding an English textbook under his arm and was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle. The classmates didn't dare to say anything. She walked around several times before she spoke slowly.

"There is a school mock exam in November. At that time, seats will be arranged according to the scores, and parents will be called to them if they have made a big regression."

A slight breath sound.

After Lao Shi finished the training, everyone felt that she would not attack again after she had completely left. Then they slowly relaxed. Xue Lin patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm so scared that I want it. Why is she like this? Other people can sit casually."

Meng Shengnan is taking English notes.

Nie Jing slowly turned to Fu Song and whispered: "Fu Song, tell me this question."

Fu Song looked up at her.

"Be careful she is watching at the back door."

Nie Jing pursed her lips and turned around.

Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing, then looked at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain. At that time, the days always passed without realizing it, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety in the class, and everyone tried hard to hide the excitement before leaving school, and listened to her.

Meng Shengnan looked out the window with blue sky and white clouds.

I finally got to the end of school, and the few people around me were packing their schoolbags.

"Why are you still not moving?" Nie Jing asked when she saw that she didn't move.

Meng Shengnan was too lazy to squeeze in the crowds of school before the holiday.

"There are too many people, I'll leave later."

After a while, the classroom became clean. Meng Shengnan slowly packed the desk and hummed a little tune. Qi Qiao, the guy, had not left with her since the day before yesterday, and returned to Song Jiashu. She was really disappointed with such a close friend who valued sex over friends and had nothing to say.

She walked slowly downstairs with her schoolbag on her back.

The teaching building was quiet, with few students. It seemed that the school security uncle was shouting "Close the building door." Meng Shengnan quickly stepped downstairs and couldn't help but look up when passing the science building. However, before he could walk a few steps, he heard a few boys walking over from the side and laughing.

"I'm too lazy to go home, where can I go to play?"

"I didn't think about it, how about Hall K?"

"What about you, the last name is Chi?"

"Internet cafe." Carelessly.

The voice was low and hoarse, and there was indescribable laziness. She looked over and saw that the figures had already disappeared outside the building. The security uncle was still shouting, Meng Shengnan woke up and then turned around and walked out from the small playground.

When you get home, turn on the computer and go online.

Many message boxes popped up and scared Meng Shengnan.

Jiang Lang has finished his talent: Xiao Meng, how much has he written?

Zhang Yiyan: What topic are you thinking about this time?
To be continued...