No. 8 Middle School can live on campus, but it is not mandatory. Students whose families are closer can choose to go home to live. Lin Yujing’s previous high school did not have this boarding service, so she didn’t know about it. Finally, she heard Li Lin introduce it to her. Looking at the location of the student dormitory, she decided to live on campus regardless of her own safety.
It's just because she came late, and her classmates had already handed in the dormitory application in advance, so she had no place as a paratrooper.
It also needs to be signed by the parents.
Lin Yujing herself didn't know whether she had a parent or not, but the attraction of being able to go home once a week was too great, so that night, Lin Yujing still called Meng Weiguo.
Meng Weiguo was patient like never before, and even asked her how the environment in the new school was like, how did the classmates get along, and how was the teacher
Lin Yujing didn't intend to directly say that she wanted to live on campus. After thinking about it, she felt that Meng Weiguo's simple question sounded very difficult at this time.
Do you think Mr. Liu Fujiang is good or not? It must be good, and it can be seen that he is very responsible, but it seems a little unskilled to be a class teacher for the first time, and he is a lot of age, so he firmly believes that love can save the world.
The classmates are also very easy to get along with, and the deskmate is a handsome guy who is said to have almost killed his previous deskmate.
Lin Yujing decided to be more tactful: "It's good, the school is big, and the teachers and classmates are... enthusiastic."
Meng Weiguo was in a good mood: "Aunt Guan wanted to send you to No. 1 Middle School, but I refused. This school is not much worse than No. 1 Middle School. Your brother graduated here before."
Lin Yu reacted for a long time before realizing that the unfamiliar title of "your brother" refers to Fu Mingxiu.
She hesitated for a while, but still did not refute, and decided to get to the point: "Dad, I want to live on campus."
Meng Weiguo was silent for a moment: "What?"
"Eighth Middle School can live on campus. Many students in our class live on campus, and I want to live on campus too," Lin Yujing said quickly, "I have never lived on campus before, so I want to try."
"No," Meng Weiguo refused simply, "There are so many things you haven't done before, and you want to try them all?"
Lin Yu said slowly, startled, "I'll be stuck in traffic when I come to school in the morning, and it's a waste of time—"
"Your brother also lived at home before, so why not you?" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Meng Weiguo impatiently. The good mood just now seemed to have disappeared, "You Don't you like being at home so much?"
Lin Yu was startled and felt that this man's brain was not fully developed, and her "want to live on campus" somehow changed to "don't like to be at home" with him.
She began to feel a little annoyed: "I don't like being at home."
"Your Auntie Guan is not good enough for you? She is considerate of everything. Since when did your mother care about you so much? You want to live on campus now and want to be free. If I tell your Auntie about this What would she think?"
Meng Weiguo's voice turned into the background sound, like when the plane took off, the engine began to hum. rise.
"Are all the phoenix men you marry so sensitive?" Lin Yu asked calmly.
As if coagulant had been sprinkled in the air, Meng Weiguo paused, seemingly inconceivable, he was quiet for five seconds, and said with difficulty: "What did you say?"
Lin Yu hung up the phone in shock.
Hanging up the phone, turning off the phone, all in one go, she stared at the phone on the bed for a while, then suddenly got out of bed and ran to the corner of the room to pull out the suitcase, took out the card reader in the phone box, and removed the SIM card. It's over.
The house is very well soundproofed, and there will be no sound after closing the door. Lin Yujing sat on the bed, looked around blankly for a week, and carefully looked at her room for the first time since moving here. She still remembered that on the first day she came here, Guan Xiangmei brought her up and said, "Show our little princess her room."
European-style palace-style decoration and furniture, a small suite, open the door and enter a small living room, and open the sheer curtain to reveal the bedroom, which is large and empty like a model room.
Lin Yu felt a little mocking in surprise.
Sometimes she really can't understand Meng Weiguo's thoughts.
She just wanted to live on campus, just such a simple request. Living in this place made her feel so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe. She didn't know if Meng Weiguo had ever experienced this oppressive, boring, suffocating feeling under the fence. Eat and sleep, this feeling can't be shaken off for a minute.
From Meng Weiguo's point of view, it seems that she should be grateful to Dade, accept Guan Xiangmei's alms very happily, and show her love for her new home, and she must not have the slightest intention of staying away.
The next day, Lin Yu woke up early in the morning. Aunt Zhang was still making breakfast when she went downstairs. When she saw her, she raised her head in surprise, "Miss Lin? For breakfast, I..."
Lin Yu asked early in surprise, and waved his hands: "It's okay, don't worry, I'll go to the school cafeteria to eat."
Avoiding the morning rush hour for work, the road was finally less congested. Lin Yu was surprised that there were not many people in the class, and many students were entering with breakfast in their hands.
The few sitting in the classroom, without exception, were all sitting on their seats, with their buns in their mouths, and they were writing vigorously without lifting their heads.
Lin Yujing was startled by the strong learning atmosphere, and began to believe Liu Fujiang's 98% admission rate.
She sat down with her schoolbag in her hand, and turned her head to see Li Lin who was writing furiously. She glanced curiously and found that he was writing biology: "Is there homework for biology yesterday?"
On the first day of school, Liu Fujiang was the only one who didn't give them homework. Li Lin was still holding his deskmate with tears in his eyes and was very moved.
But the next sentence made people laugh: "But the summer homework has to be handed in 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 due to the fact that they were all doing homework.
Although they had just been divided into classes in the second year of high school, they had different teachers before, but the homework for the winter and summer vacations was the same, and the grades were printed and distributed uniformly. There were 30 sets of papers for each subject, one set per day, all month long.
"Study six hours a day, be healthy and happy for fifty years, and live happily for a lifetime." Li Lin mumbled while biting a steamed bun while writing.
His desk was covered with papers that had already been placed on the other side of his deskmate. Lin Yujing just glanced at them casually. It was similar to an exam paper, with filling in the blanks in the front and short answers to the big questions in the back. And English and composition, the questions are not difficult, basically basic knowledge.
However, there are more than a hundred sets of papers in Chinese, mathematics and general science, and they are piled up in a thick stack. Even if they copy, they will have to copy all night without hand cramps.
Lin Yu felt that Shen Juan was probably bragging.
Although she didn't quite understand that he was suspended from school, where did he get the homework to make up for.
Lin Yu turned around in surprise, and glanced at the schedule. The first section was English. She took out the English book, yawned, and flipped through it while lying on the table.
After watching for two minutes, Lin Yu was taken aback, remembering what Liu Fujiang said yesterday about the need for parents to write a receipt and sign it to live in the dormitory.
She took out a notebook at random, tore off a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote the word Meng Weiguo.
Lin Yujing's handwriting was large and floating, not like it was written by a girl. She used to see the handwriting of those female classmates, all of them were neat and delicate, extremely delicate, and she had learned it specially, but she couldn't learn it.
Later she also gave up, just float away, it's not ugly anyway.
When she introduced herself yesterday, she wrote her name on the blackboard, and was praised by Liu Fujiang for its beautiful and majestic writing.
Herein lies the problem.
Liu Fujiang had seen her handwriting, but she really couldn't write the second typeface.
Lin Yujing took the pen, changed the font, and wrote Meng Weiguo's name one stroke at a time in an awkward manner, like a child drawing a picture, so ugly that he couldn't see it.
She sighed, supported her head and continued to draw on the paper.
After about ten minutes, someone tapped the corner of her table twice.
Lin Yu subconsciously tilted his head in shock, and saw a hand with distinct joints.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered a Weibo post she read a long time ago, which part of a man do you think is the sexiest.
The answers in it are all kinds of strange, but the hands with the highest number of votes are the hands and the collarbone.
She raised her head, and Shen Juan was standing in the aisle beside her, looking down at her with a bag of soybean milk in her mouth.
Lin Yujing glanced over his collarbone without any trace, and saw the white collar.
The school uniform jacket on the boy was neatly dressed, with the zipper pulled up to his chest. It was washed very cleanly, and the tip of his nose could smell a little bit of laundry detergent.
It was completely different from the school bullies Lin Yujing had known or seen in the past who didn't wear their school uniforms well and had colorful paintings on them.
And the eyelids are not drooping.
His eyes are not sleepy.
It seems that the boss slept well yesterday.
Lin Yujing put down his pen, stood up, and Shen Juan went in and sat down.
He carried his schoolbag today, but it looked so light that one wondered if there was really something in it. Shen Juan casually threw the schoolbag into the belly of the table, glanced at today's class schedule written on the blackboard, took out the English book, bit the soy milk and opened it to the first page, and reached into the blackboard with the other hand. Started to touch in the schoolbag.
After touching for about a century, just when Lin Yu was surprised to think that he was doing something strange, this man finally went through all kinds of hardships like going to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures—he took it easy He took out a pen and signed his name on the first page of the English book.
The handwriting is pretty good, and it's not the same as the illiterate society brother in her impression who wrote cockroaches and dogs.
This person's surprises are really endless.
Looking at his beautiful handwriting and the ghostly symbols that he could not write even after writing a whole page, Lin Yujing tapped his fingers on the edge of the table, thought for a few seconds, and then leaned towards him. : "Hey, student Shen."
Shen Juan didn't look up, but looked at the English book seriously with his head down, holding the soy milk in his mouth, swishing his pen while reading.
Still reading English books, can you understand
Lin Yu called him again in a low voice, "Shen Juan?"
Shen Juan didn't seem to hear.
Lin Yujing became a little impatient, but she had to bow her head because she was asking for help. She squatted down between the two tables, blinking at him: "At the same table?"
With a "click", the pen in Shen Juan's hand fell on the table.
He paused for two seconds, then turned his head expressionlessly: "Speak well."
Lin Yujing decided to be more tactful. For this kind of boss, the purpose should not be too strong. She pointed to his English book: "If you have any words you don't know, you can ask me."
"Thank you," Shen Juan was silent for a while, as if he felt the need to justify himself, "My English is not bad."
Lin Yu looked at him with a look of "Stop fucking nonsense!", and blurted out in reflex: "Did you learn how to brag in the first class before you entered the society?"
The author has something to say:
Shen Juan: Speak well, don't act like a baby, it makes my hands numb and I drop my pen.