After the three-day National Day holiday, the senior high school party continued to suffer.

In Chinese class, the old class asked if he had memorized the "Red Cliff Fu" and no one spoke, so the old class was ready to call it randomly.

This text is quite long. The old class doesn’t have to finish memorizing it alone. He stops wherever he goes, and then continues to call and recite it.

"Stop flipping through the book," Lu Chuyuan looked down and thought about whom, "I'll see who lowers his head."

As soon as these words were said, everyone raised their heads.

"You are the first one to come, you, Zheng Mengyuan,"

The old class asked Zheng Mengyuan, the sleeping god who raised his head the fastest, to come first.

Sometimes the abnormal routines of the old class also make students confused.

The fat and cute girl looked around and stood up dullly. It is said that this girl could sleep very well in her first year of high school, so the class was given the title of Sleeping God. Her fat face was dumb and cute. She always had a dazed expression when she didn't sleep, as if she hadn't woken up. The title of Sleeping God was particularly in line with her temperament.

"Will it?"

He Zhibin next to Zheng Mengyuan said.

"At the beginning of Renxu, when I saw it in July, Su Zi and the guest were sailing under the Red Cliff. The breeze was slow and the water waves were not stirred," Zheng Mengyuan was stuck, and the deskmate continued, "The breeze was slow and the water waves were not stirred, so I raised the wine to the guest and recited the poem of the bright moon..."

She carries [Shuiguang connects the sky], and the old class asked to stop, "The students in front will continue to recite, and I shout to stop and go forward in turn."

Zheng Mengyuan was glad that she could not bear it anymore if she continued.

In front of Zheng Mengyuan is the road manxi.

Lu Manxi stood up and skillfully backed, "With the reed, it is so clear that it is so vast that it is as vast as Feng Xu, but he does not know where it stops, floating like a world of independence, and becoming an immortal,"

At the end of the first paragraph, the road stopped. My father stopped shouting, and she continued to recite, "So she drank a lot, sang it and said..."

Lu Manxi is very elegant, whether memorizing ancient Chinese or reading texts, her voice is empty and bright, her rhythm is neither fast nor slow, and her pronunciation is very clear and pleasant.

The cushion on her stool fell to the ground. Wu Siming picked it up and put it in. When he bent down, his head deliberately hit her crotch, causing her to get stuck.

"stop."

The road is full of my back to [Looking at the beauty and the sky is in the same direction], and the old class called for the next one.

"Can you recite the full text?"

Lu Manxi sat down and whispered.

"Can."

Wu Siming memorized it after studying in the first year of high school.

“So I can.”

The road is full of confidence.

Lu Manxi pulled out his pen and wrote [Zhulu Qianli] on his book, letting Xiao Ming and Chen.

The meaning is that Wu Siming wrote every stroke and stroke, square and beautiful fonts.

Lu Manxi thought about it with her head, opened the book and read it, and wrote [paozun]

【口】

Wu Siming wrote it under the pinyin.

If you can't pass the exam, Lu Manxi will not take the exam anymore.

After the random exam, the old class started to talk about what today was about.

In the next biology class, the biology teaching and research group arranged for the teacher to listen to the class. Originally, the part of this class was reviewed to the point where it was impossible to describe. Other teachers, Biology Teacher Kong Fangfang, could not let go, so skip this part first and talk about the next chapter.

Biology cannot be described in that chapter. Wu Siming learned very well. He still remembers the words of Biology teacher Kong Fangfang.

"The man sent thousands of troops to attack..."

Other teachers were embarrassed to be so embarrassed, but Kong Fangfang even explained the process very well.

When other teachers listened to the class, Kong Fangfang gave a very detailed lecture, and the students were also very serious and cooperative. The teacher responded positively when asking questions.

It was raining outside, and the continuous autumn rain was chilly, and I didn’t want to stop for a while. Wu Siming and Lu Manxi didn’t bring an umbrella and were trapped in the classroom after school.

"Let's go, too."

It was raining heavily, and Lu Manxi dripped his hands outside and said.

"You wait."

Wu Siming went back to the dormitory to get an umbrella.

Lu Manxi said, "No need to worry, it's not far from the canteen, so run to Lin Bushi."

"It's always necessary. What should you do if you go to the toilet if you get old?"

Wu Siming turned around and returned to the dormitory.

Lu Manxi's heart is so sweet and warm. Xiao Ming is so considerate and impeccable boyfriend.

After going downstairs, Wu Siming ran to the boys' apartment building. Lu Manxi watched the boy running in the rain in the corridor outside the classroom, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised upwards.

After running to the apartment building, Wu Siming ran to the sixth floor in one breath, took an umbrella and went down.

Seeing Xiao Ming coming back with an umbrella, the road was wandering downstairs.

"I'm worried about not having an umbrella." My best friend Xin Liao shouted at the door of the classroom. When he saw Lu Manxi, he smiled and shouted: "You choose one, should you choose me or her."

Wu Siming said: "I want to do any multiple-choice questions, can I leave?"

The road was filled with goosebumps.

"I don't have me if I choose the road."

Xin Liao waved his hand and returned to the dormitory.

"Boys are true love."

Lu Manxi sighed under the umbrella.

"Yes, girls are all hooligans."

I couldn't hug the campus, so Wu Siming turned the umbrella toward the other side of Lu Manxi, and his shoulders were poured outside.

"It's so convenient for two people to hold an umbrella."

When I met someone from Class 6, I joked about Wu Siming and Lu Manxi.

"I just hugged my arms outside the school."

Wu Siming smiled.

Another mouthful of sour and smelly mouthful is not sure if it is considered dog food. Feng Caiyun was very sad.

It has been more than two years since Wu Siming and Lu Manxi have not been caught on campus, but have been touched on the street. Wu Siming and Lu Manxi do not admit it, and they only think that they are "flirting".

It is normal for childhood sweethearts to pull and pull.

"I won't go back to the dormitory anymore. You can send the kettle to my clothes and take it back. When I came, I took a sanitary tablet in the cabinet. It was just that small one, there was food in the refrigerator and there was also in the cabinet. You can find whatever you want to eat."

After dinner, Manxi gave Xiao Ming the key to the dormitory.

Wu Siming knew that it was a small sanitary napkin, and he had bought it for his old sister and a large sanitary for Lu Manxi.

The dormitory took a hot pot to deliver the other side of Lu Manxi. Wu Siming took back the clothes hanging outside. Lu Manxi's autumn clothes and socks were still trendy and hung them in the room. Then he took a small sanitary napkin in the box in the wardrobe and put them in his pocket.

When I left, I took Lu Manxi's umbrella.

Lu Manxi is studying in the classroom and is reading three hundred Song lyrics by Xiao Ming.

Wu Siming walked in through the back door of the classroom, grabbed Lu Manxi's shoulder and returned to her seat, and gave her something.

"It's convenient to have a best friend."

Lu Manxi said in a low voice with a smile.

Wu Siming put his hand in her arms and crawled into her stomach to scratch her belly.

It rains all day long, with endless autumn rain. The weather is gloomy and makes people sleepy. This kind of weather is suitable for lying in bed.

"The weather is so cool, you're dying."

During the chemistry class, Zhao Xin put the umbrella on the windowsill.

"Spring is in a state of exhaustion, and it is not suitable for learning."

Mu Qi at the door said.

"That's how there is no suitable time for studying for a year. I'm sleepy in spring, autumn and summer, and I'm not asleep in winter," Zhao Xin walked onto the podium, pointed to the banner above the blackboard and said, "I'll cheer up and I won't be able to catch the last bus of college."

After a period of time, Wu Siming understood that it is not that the senior year of high school is very tiring, but that the senior year of high school life repeats the same rhythm every day, which is monotonous and boring, especially for some students who work hard but fail to achieve grades, they are extremely tired.

This makes some people look forward to December 21 this year, hoping that the end of the world will "rescue" themselves.

Amid their expectations, December arrived as scheduled, and the senior high school party ushered in a countdown of 180 days, but there was no sign of doomsday.
Chapter completed!