He Songnan didn't know what kind of wind Chen Juan was pumping, so he rubbed his butt that was so painful that he fell back to the classroom.

No. 8 Middle School can live in the school, but there is no mandatory requirement. Students who are closer to their home can choose to go home and live.

Lin Yujing had no such residential business when he was studying at the affiliated high school, so he didn't know. As a result, he heard Li Lin introduce her to the location of the student dormitory, and she decided to live in the school regardless of her life.

It was just because she came late, and her classmates had already submitted the dormitory application in advance, so she, the airborne soldier, had no seat.

And the parents also need to sign and agree.

Lin Yujing didn't know if he was a parent now, but the attraction of being able to go home once a week was too great, so that that night, Lin Yujing called Meng Weiguo.

Meng Weiguo had unprecedented patience and even asked her for the first time what the environment in the new school was like, whether the classmates were easy to get along with, and whether the teachers were good.

Lin Yujing didn't plan to directly say that she wanted to live in the school. After thinking about it, she felt that Meng Weiguo's simple question sounded very difficult at this moment.

Do you think that Liu Fujiang is good or bad? It must be good, and you can see that it is very responsible. It is the first time I became a class teacher, and I look a little unskilled, and I am so old that I firmly believe that love can save the world.

My classmates are also very easy to get along with. My deskmate is a handsome man who is said to have almost beaten his previous deskmate to death.

Lin Yuxiong decided that he should be more tactful: "It's great, the school is very big, and all the classmates and teachers are... enthusiastic."

Meng Weiguo was in a good mood: "Originally, Aunt Guan wanted to send you to No. 1 Middle School, but I didn't let me go. This school is no worse than No. 1 Middle School. Your brother graduated here before."

Lin Yu reacted for a while before realizing that the strange name "your brother" refers to Fu Mingxiu.

She stumbled for a moment, but still didn't refute it, and decided to get to the point: "Dad, I want to live in the school."

Meng Weiguo was silent for a moment: "What?"

"I can live in the school in No. 8 Middle School. Many of our classmates live in the school, and I want to live in the school," Lin Yu said quickly, "I haven't lived in the school before, so I want to give it a try."

"No," Meng Weiguo refused very simply, "You have never done many things, do you want to try it?"

Lin Yu said slowly, "I will get traffic jams when I come to school in the morning, and it is also a waste of time--"

"Your brother also went home before, why is it okay for others? You can't?" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Meng Weiguo with a little impatient. The good mood just now sounded like it disappeared, "Do you don't like being at home so much?"

Lin Yujing felt that the man seemed to have a poor brain development. Her "want to live in school" had become "not liked to be at home" when she arrived at him.

She began to feel a little annoyed: "I don't like being at home."

"You Aunt Guan is not good enough to you? You think about everything. When did your mother care about you so much? You want to live in the school now and want to be more free. What would you think if I told you Aunt Guan about this?"

Meng Weiguo's voice turned into the background sound, as if when the plane took off, the engine began to buzz. The sound kept coming in from his ears, locked in his mind and couldn't come out, causing the human brain to mix together and swell.

"Are you all so sensitive about the Phoenix men who are married into your marriage?" Lin Yu asked calmly.

It seemed as if someone had a coagulant in the air. Meng Weiguo stopped, as if it was incredible. He was quiet for five seconds and said with difficulty: "What did you say?"

Lin Yu was shocked and hung up the phone.

Hang up the phone, turn off the phone, and do it in one go. She stared at the phone on the bed for a while, then suddenly turned over and got out of the bed and ran to the corner of the room to pull out the suitcase, flipped out the card collector in the phone box, and unloaded the SIM card. This was the end.

The house is soundproofed and there is no sound after closing the door. Lin Yuxing sat on the bed, looked around blankly for a week, and looked at her room carefully for the first time in a week since she moved here. She still remembered that on the first day she came, Guan Xiangmei brought her up and said, "Let us the little princess see her room."

European style decoration and furniture, small suite, open the door and enter a small living room, and the gauze curtain is opened and the bedroom is inside, which is large and empty like a model room.

Lin Yu was shocked and felt a little ridiculous.

Sometimes she really couldn't understand Meng Weiguo's thoughts.

She just wanted to live in the school, and her simple requests seemed to be ignorant in Meng Weiguo's opinion. She seemed to be grateful, happily accepting the new environment, and showing her love for her new home. She could not have the intention of staying away from it.

The next day, Lin Yu was startled early. When he went downstairs, Aunt Zhang was still making breakfast. When he saw her, he raised his head in surprise: "Miss Lin? I..."

Lin Yu asked in surprise and waved his hand: "It's okay, don't worry, I'll go to the school cafeteria to eat."

After avoiding the morning rush hour at work, the road was finally not so congested. Lin Yu was shocked that there were not many people in the class, and many classmates were carrying breakfast in their hands and were entering.

Without exception, the few sitting in the classroom were all sitting in their seats, biting the bun in their mouths and writing quickly without raising their heads.

Lin Yu was shocked by the strong learning atmosphere and began to believe Liu Fujiang's 98% admission rate.

She sat down with her schoolbag and turned around and saw Li Lin who was writing quickly. She looked at him curiously and found that he was writing biology: "Does there have been homework yesterday?"

On the first day of school, Liu Fujiang was the only one who did not assign homework for them. Li Lin was still holding his deskmate in tears at the back and was moved.

But the next sentence makes people laugh: "But I have to hand over my summer homework tomorrow, and the representatives of each subject will collect it tomorrow."

Sure enough, Li Lin didn't raise his head: "No, summer homework."

Lin Yu was surprised to understand that the strong learning atmosphere was because it was all about making up for homework.

Although I was just divided into classes in the second year of high school and the teachers I taught before were different, my homework during the winter and summer vacations were the same. The grades were printed and distributed in a unified manner, and each subject was thirty sets of papers, one set a day, and it was all month long.

"Study six hours a day, be healthy and happy for fifty years, and live a happy life for a lifetime." Li Lin said vaguely while biting the bun.

The table was covered with papers that had been placed on the other end of his deskmate. Lin Yujing glanced back and forth casually, similar to the test papers. He chose to fill in the blanks in the front, and the short answers to the big questions in the back, including Chinese and English, and compositions. The questions were not difficult, and they were basically basic knowledge.

However, the Chinese, mathematics, foreign and comprehensive sciences have a total of about 100 sets of papers, and they are stacked in thick stacks. Even if you copy them, you will have to make your hands cramps all night long.

Lin Yu was shocked and felt that Chen Jue was probably bragging.

And if he is a person who has been off-school, where does he get the homework to make up for?

Lin Yu turned around and took a look at the class schedule. The first section was English. She took out the English book, yawned, and lay on the table and flipped through it.

After watching for two minutes, Lin Yu was shocked and remembered what Liu Fujiang said yesterday that parents need to write a receipt and sign an autograph when living in the dormitory.

She pulled out a notebook, tore off a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote the three words Meng Weiguo.

Lin Yu was shocked and his calligraphy was very big and very fluent, not like a girl wrote it. In the past, she saw the words of her female classmates, and they were all neat and delicate, extremely exquisite, and they had learned it especially but couldn't learn it.

Later she gave up and just floated, it wasn't ugly anyway.

Yesterday, when she introduced herself, she wrote her name on the blackboard, and Liu Fujiang praised her for her words as beautiful and generous.

This is the problem.

Liu Fujiang has read her handwriting, but she really can't write the second font.

Lin Yujing took the pen and changed the font and wrote Meng Weiguo's name awkwardly, like a child's painting, so ugly that he was ignorant.

She sighed, and supported her head and continued to scratch on the paper.

About ten minutes later, someone gently tapped her on the corner of her desk.

Lin Yu was shocked and turned his head subconsciously and saw a hand with distinct joints.

I don’t know why, but she suddenly remembered a Weibo post I read a long time ago, and where do you think men are the sexiest.

The answers inside are all kinds of strange, but the one with the highest votes is the hand and the collarbone.

She raised her head, Chen Juan stood next to her, looking at her with her eyes hanging down, and still holding a bag of soy milk in her mouth.

Lin Yuxing glanced at him without a trace and saw the white collar.

The boy's school uniform jacket was neatly worn, the zipper was pulled to his chest, washed very cleanly, and the tip of his nose could smell a little cleansing smell of laundry detergent.

It is completely different from the school tyrants who don’t wear school uniforms well and are painted colorfully on them.

And her eyelids are not drooping.

He didn't look sleepy even when he looked at it.

It seems that the quality of sleep was pretty good yesterday.

Lin Yujing put down his pen, stood up, and went in and sat down.

He carried his schoolbag today, just looking at it so light that it made people wonder if there was something inside. Chen Juan threw the schoolbag into the belly of the table, glanced at the class schedule for today's day on the blackboard, pulled out the English book, bit the soy milk and turned to the first page, and reached into the bag in the belly of the table and began to touch it.

After touching it for about a century, when Lin Yu was shocked to think that he was doing something strange, the man finally went through a lot of hardships and difficulties as if he had gone through the world of searching for scriptures. He slowly pulled out a pen and put a name on the first page of the English book.

The handwriting looks pretty good, which is different from the illiterate social brother who wrote the word "cockroach crawling dog" in her impression.

This person is surprisingly unfolding.

Looking at his beautiful words, and looking at the ghost painting talisman that he still couldn't write on the whole page. Lin Yujing tapped the edge of the table with his fingers, thought for a few seconds, and then leaned against him: "Hey, classmate Chen."

Chen Juan didn't look up, and he held his soy milk in his mouth and looked at the English book seriously, turning his pen while reading the book.

You also read English books, can you understand?

Lin Yujing called him again, "Chen Jue?"

Chen Jue didn't hear it.

Lin Yu was a little impatient, but he had to bow his head. She pressed the fire and lay between the two of them, blinking at him: "Teacher-in-law table?"

With a "click", the pen in Chen Jue's hand fell off the table.

He paused for two seconds, turned his head without expression: "You speak well."

Lin Yujing decided to be more tactful. He should not be too purposeful to such a big shot. She pointed to his English book: "If you have any words you don't know, you can ask me."

"Thank you," Chen Juan was silent for a moment, as if he felt the need to correct his name, "I'm OK with English."
Chapter completed!