That math class passed very slowly.
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
Meng Shengnan was taking English notes and sighed.
Zhou Ningzhi: How is the writing going
It was a small bungalow with a single courtyard. It looked quite old. But the owner is attentive and the house is spotless. This is the third time Meng Shengnan has come here. Each class time is notified until the end of the previous class, which is very casual. It took her half an hour to get there by bus from home.
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
"Um?"
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Meng Shengnan rolled her eyes: "I value sex over friends."
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
"no thanks."
Under the blue sky.
"Who are you looking for?" Fu Song suddenly asked her.
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
She carried her schoolbag and walked slowly downstairs.
Next to Li Yan walked a boy in a casual school uniform with the zipper open.
Fu Song raised his head and glanced at her: "Be careful she's watching from the back door."
"Let's review what we learned last time." The woman was dressed casually and sat on a chair with a guitar. She stood on tiptoe and leaned against the corner of the chair, giving off a literary and artistic atmosphere.
Meng Shengnan smiled and nodded, chatting for a while before getting up and leaving. The wind is still blowing outside, it's early autumn, and the coolness is always just right. She lowered her eyes and moved the guitar, just in time to reach the fountain at the entrance of the community. Then he raised his eyes and paused in his steps.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Her name was Chen Si, and her smile was particularly gentle and kind. Meng Shengnan thought that she was just like her name.
Meng Shengnan smiled.
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Fu Song raised his head and glanced at her: "Be careful she's watching from the back door."
Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time
The girl who was called turned around and smiled: "Guess."
Meng Shengnan said 'hmm': "I am a sophomore in Ninth Middle School."
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng, how much have you written
When I got home, I turned on my computer and went online.
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
Zhou Ningzhi: Then don’t think about it yet. This National Day, you can consider going out and having fun. Maybe inspiration will come.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
The voice was low, hoarse, and indescribably lazy. She looked over and saw that those 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.
Fu Song turned around and asked Meng Shengnan, "Does she count?"
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
During evening self-study, Lao Shi came over for a walk. I told him some more study matters before leaving. As soon as he left, the classroom burst into excitement. But the fun didn't last for a minute when Lao Shi suddenly broke in through the door with a serious expression.
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Meng Shengnan smiled.
"The writing is also very good, just do what you like."
After Lao Shi's training was over, everyone slowly relaxed after feeling that she was completely gone and would not attack suddenly again. Xue Lin patted her chest, "I'm scared to death. Why is she like this? Others in the class just sit there."
Fu Song: "You're not bad either."
Stunned.
Meng Shengnan was too lazy to crowd out the school crowd before the holiday: "There are too many people, I will leave later."
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
Fu Song turned around and asked Meng Shengnan, "Does she count?"
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Under the blue sky.
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
Meng Shengnan moved for a moment, then looked up at her: "That's pretty cool."
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
Meng Shengnan went back one by one, and only Zhou Ningzhi was online.
"You're in high school, right?"
Fu Song said: "Your thinking is a little confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You are just stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Pay full attention in the next class.”
Next to Li Yan walked a boy in a casual school uniform with the zipper open.
"Who are you looking for?" Fu Song suddenly asked her.
Meng Shengnan: You think I am you, great god—
Meng Shengnan moved for a moment, then looked up at her: "That's pretty cool."
"Um."
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
Meng Shengnan: You think I am you, great god—
Fu Song: "You're not bad either."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
That math class passed very slowly.
Meng Shengnan: You think I am you, great god—
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
The cafeteria was overcrowded, and the two of them finally found an empty seat to sit down after finishing their meal. Qi Qiao was sweating. He kept using his hands as a fan and complained, "There are too many people here."
Fu Song turned around and asked Meng Shengnan, "Does she count?"
If their deskmates hadn't gone to the toilet together, they would have laughed by now.
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
If their deskmates hadn't gone to the toilet together, they would have laughed by now.
"no thanks."
Meng Shengnan finished her meal quickly, and she and Qi Qiao got up and left. As I passed the table, I vaguely heard his low laugh and Li Yan's sweet and soft voice. It was such a cool person.
The teaching building was quiet, there were not many students left, and there seemed to be a school security man downstairs shouting, "The building is closed." Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and went downstairs. When he passed the science building, he couldn't help but look up. However, before taking a few steps, I heard a few boys walking past not far away, laughing and talking nonsense.
"Um."
"Do you still want to eat?" It was him.
"Internet cafe." He said casually.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
When I got home, I turned on my computer and went online.
The wind blew eight thousand miles.
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
"Why do you learn guitar?" Chen Si asked.
She stood on the left side of the fountain, and he turned in from the right.
"Um?"
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
Fu Song waited for her to finish.
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
During evening self-study, Lao Shi came over for a walk. I told him some more study matters before leaving. As soon as he left, the classroom burst into excitement. But the fun didn't last for a minute when Lao Shi suddenly broke in through the door with a serious expression.
"I'm too lazy to go home, where can I go to play?"
Fu Song glanced at her with a very serious expression.
It was hard to wait until school was over, and several people around him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Nie Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving?"
If their deskmates hadn't gone to the toilet together, they would have laughed by now.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
If their deskmates hadn't gone to the toilet together, they would have laughed by now.
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
Fu Song waited for her to finish.
Fu Song waited for her to finish.
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
Meng Shengnan moved for a moment, then looked up at her: "That's pretty cool."
Meng Shengnan: My mother signed me up for a guitar class—
Her name was Chen Si, and her smile was particularly gentle and kind. Meng Shengnan thought that she was just like her name.
Meng Shengnan: Try to be a great person.
"Ninth Middle School?"
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
Meng Shengnan chuckled: "I'll call you Philosopher Rat from now on."
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
Meng Shengnan turned his head and looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds.
Fu Song frowned slightly: "Why rat?"
It was hard to wait until school was over, and several people around him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Nie Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving?"
After the third class in the afternoon, there is a one-hour break. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her, and when they were talking about modal verbs and verb base forms, Qi Qiao came over to her for dinner.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"You're in high school, right?"
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
Stunned.
She stood on the left side of the fountain, and he turned in from the right.
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."
"Squirrels are not the same as mice."
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
"Squirrels are not the same as mice."
It was hard to wait until school was over, and several people around him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Nie Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving?"
Among the few people, he was the only one with his hands in his pockets and nothing in his hands. Meng Shengnan slowly looked away and drank the porridge, calmly. I didn't expect it to be him, also a student of No. 9 Middle School. I had never seen him in the liberal arts class. He was studying science? Those boys spoke a bit loudly and didn't hold back their laughter, so much so that Meng Shengnan couldn't hear them even if she didn't want to. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be very hungry and kept eating without paying any attention to anything.
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
The teaching building was quiet, there were not many students left, and there seemed to be a school security man downstairs shouting, "The building is closed." Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and went downstairs. When he passed the science building, he couldn't help but look up. However, before taking a few steps, I heard a few boys walking past not far away, laughing and talking nonsense.
Sheng Dian shouted from behind: "Ask your dad to send you there."
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
Under the blue sky.
A group of boys laughed.
After turning off QQ, Meng Shengnan thought quietly for a while, then opened Word and put his hands on the keyboard, but couldn't write a word. Zhou Ningzhi once said that as long as he still has a belief, he will keep writing. Jiang Langcaijin commented on Zhou Ningzhi, saying that he will definitely be the leader in the suspense world of All of the World in the next ten years.
Fu Song said: "Your thinking is a little confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You are just stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Pay full attention in the next class.”
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
"Um?"
Two hours passed quickly. Meng Shengnan had no foundation and had a hard time learning. The other students had all left, and she was still thinking about the wrong note she always played. Chen Si came over with a gentle voice: "That's four beats, try again."
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
It's raining all night: I'm stuck -
"Let's review what we learned last time." The woman was dressed casually and sat on a chair with a guitar. She stood on tiptoe and leaned against the corner of the chair, giving off a literary and artistic atmosphere.
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
After the third class in the afternoon, there is a one-hour break. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her, and when they were talking about modal verbs and verb base forms, Qi Qiao came over to her for dinner.
"no thanks."
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
Sheng Dian shouted from behind: "Ask your dad to send you there."
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
She stood on the left side of the fountain, and he turned in from the right.
"Teacher Chen - I forgot." A boy joked.
The two of them chatted while walking to the cafeteria.
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Meng Shengnan: Well, I thought about several topics but I didn’t like them.
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Meng Shengnan: My mother signed me up for a guitar class—
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
"Um."
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
A male voice said: "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild."
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Meng Shengnan rolled her eyes: "I value sex over friends."
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
Meng Shengnan rolled her eyes: "I value sex over friends."
After eating for a few minutes, Qi Qiao asked Meng Shengnan how the manuscript was going.
"Chi, what about you?"
Qi Qiao chuckled, took Meng Shengnan's arm and said he was going to treat him tonight.
"I'm too lazy to go home, where can I go to play?"
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
Before they even touched her, Meng Shengnan sidestepped and dodged her. He let out a disgusted "Eh" and patted her wrist, "Oil hand."
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
"That's pretty much it."
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
Zhou Ningzhi: How is the writing going
Before they even touched her, Meng Shengnan sidestepped and dodged her. He let out a disgusted "Eh" and patted her wrist, "Oil hand."
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
The cafeteria was overcrowded, and the two of them finally found an empty seat to sit down after finishing their meal. Qi Qiao was sweating. He kept using his hands as a fan and complained, "There are too many people here."
"Chi, what about you?"
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
Meng Shengnan: My mother signed me up for a guitar class—
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
Chen Si smiled and said, "My son is also studying theory in that school."
That voice was exactly the same as the lazy tone in the Internet cafe that said, "Try it next time."
Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: "From now on, either come early or come late."
"Um."
Nie Jing slowly turned to look at Fu Song and whispered: "Fu Song, please tell me about this question."
She shook her head slightly to stop her random thoughts.
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
Fu Song said: "Your thinking is a little confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You are just stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Pay full attention in the next class.”
"Let's review what we learned last time." The woman was dressed casually and sat on a chair with a guitar. She stood on tiptoe and leaned against the corner of the chair, giving off a literary and artistic atmosphere.
Qi Qiao nodded.
Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: "From now on, either come early or come late."
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
Among the few people, he was the only one with his hands in his pockets and nothing in his hands. Meng Shengnan slowly looked away and drank the porridge, calmly. I didn't expect it to be him, also a student of No. 9 Middle School. I had never seen him in the liberal arts class. He was studying science? Those boys spoke a bit loudly and didn't hold back their laughter, so much so that Meng Shengnan couldn't hear them even if she didn't want to. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be very hungry and kept eating without paying any attention to anything.
After eating for a few minutes, Qi Qiao asked Meng Shengnan how the manuscript was going.
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
Zhou Ningzhi: Then don’t think about it yet. This National Day, you can consider going out and having fun. Maybe inspiration will come.
Meng Shengnan moved for a moment, then looked up at her: "That's pretty cool."
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I wrote a thousand words and then deleted them. I have no inspiration."
Fu Song raised his head and glanced at her: "Be careful she's watching from the back door."
The two of them chatted while walking to the cafeteria.
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."
It was a small bungalow with a single courtyard. It looked quite old. But the owner is attentive and the house is spotless. This is the third time Meng Shengnan has come here. Each class time is notified until the end of the previous class, which is very casual. It took her half an hour to get there by bus from home.
Stunned.
Meng Shengnan was too lazy to crowd out the school crowd before the holiday: "There are too many people, I will leave later."
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
Fu Song said: "Your thinking is a little confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You are just stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Pay full attention in the next class.”
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Before they even touched her, Meng Shengnan sidestepped and dodged her. He let out a disgusted "Eh" and patted her wrist, "Oil hand."
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
Sheng Dian shouted from behind: "Ask your dad to send you there."
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
Zhou Ningzhi smiled: That's OK, see you on December 675 this year.
"Ninth Middle School?"
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
Meng Shengnan: Try to be a great person.
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
Meng Shengnan went back one by one, and only Zhou Ningzhi was online.
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
"no thanks."
Meng Shengnan was shocked when many message boxes popped up.
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
She stood on the left side of the fountain, and he turned in from the right.
Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: "From now on, either come early or come late."
Fu Song glanced at her with a very serious expression.
Meng Shengnan lowered her head to drink millet porridge. She looked up casually and saw several students suddenly coming over diagonally across the aisle from her. Each of them was holding food in their hands, and there was only one girl in the middle, Li Yan.
It was hard to wait until school was over, and several people around him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Nie Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving?"
Fu Song waited for her to finish.
I fell asleep while watching it, and when I woke up the next day, it was already half past seven.
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
"That's pretty much it."
Fu Song glanced at her with a very serious expression.
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
Next to Li Yan walked a boy in a casual school uniform with the zipper open.
She carried her schoolbag and walked slowly downstairs.
"Um?"
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
The woman smiled: "Then I'll play it again."
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
Fu Song said: "Your thinking is a little confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You are just stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Pay full attention in the next class.”
Nie Jing pursed her lips and turned back.
Among the few people, he was the only one with his hands in his pockets and nothing in his hands. Meng Shengnan slowly looked away and drank the porridge, calmly. I didn't expect it to be him, also a student of No. 9 Middle School. I had never seen him in the liberal arts class. He was studying science? Those boys spoke a bit loudly and didn't hold back their laughter, so much so that Meng Shengnan couldn't hear them even if she didn't want to. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be very hungry and kept eating without paying any attention to anything.
Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time
He immediately came back: No idea
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
Fu Song turned around and asked Meng Shengnan, "Does she count?"
"I'm too lazy to go home, where can I go to play?"
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
Meng Shengnan: Try to be a great person.
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
Next to Li Yan walked a boy in a casual school uniform with the zipper open.
Stunned.
Meng Shengnan turned his head and looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds.
Meng Shengnan finished her meal quickly, and she and Qi Qiao got up and left. As I passed the table, I vaguely heard his low laugh and Li Yan's sweet and soft voice. It was such a cool person.
A male voice said: "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild."
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Fu Song glanced at her with a very serious expression.
Meng Shengnan turned his head and looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds.
Zhou Ningzhi: Not a great god.
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
The girl who was called turned around and smiled: "Guess."
Nie Jing pursed her lips and turned back.
A group of boys collectively let out a collective "chi" and started talking nonsense again.
A group of boys laughed.
Fu Song turned around and asked Meng Shengnan, "Does she count?"
The voice was low, hoarse, and indescribably lazy. She looked over and saw that those 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.
He immediately came back: No idea
Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: "From now on, either come early or come late."
It was a small bungalow with a single courtyard. It looked quite old. But the owner is attentive and the house is spotless. This is the third time Meng Shengnan has come here. Each class time is notified until the end of the previous class, which is very casual. It took her half an hour to get there by bus from home.
The cafeteria was overcrowded, and the two of them finally found an empty seat to sit down after finishing their meal. Qi Qiao was sweating. He kept using his hands as a fan and complained, "There are too many people here."
The teaching building was quiet, there were not many students left, and there seemed to be a school security man downstairs shouting, "The building is closed." Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and went downstairs. When he passed the science building, he couldn't help but look up. However, before taking a few steps, I heard a few boys walking past not far away, laughing and talking nonsense.
"Do you still want to eat?" It was him.
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
That voice was exactly the same as the lazy tone in the Internet cafe that said, "Try it next time."
"I haven't thought about it yet, how about Hall K?"
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
A group of boys collectively let out a collective "chi" and started talking nonsense again.
"You're in high school, right?"
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
The wind blew eight thousand miles.
"I'm too lazy to go home, where can I go to play?"
Meng Shengnan finished her meal quickly, and she and Qi Qiao got up and left. As I passed the table, I vaguely heard his low laugh and Li Yan's sweet and soft voice. It was such a cool person.
"You're in high school, right?"
It was hard to wait until school was over, and several people around him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Nie Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving?"
She shook her head slightly to stop her random thoughts.
"Ninth Middle School?"
Meng Shengnan was shocked when many message boxes popped up.
"What a coincidence, but I studied literature."
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
During evening self-study, Lao Shi came over for a walk. I told him some more study matters before leaving. As soon as he left, the classroom burst into excitement. But the fun didn't last for a minute when Lao Shi suddenly broke in through the door with a serious expression.
"I'm too lazy to go home, where can I go to play?"
Meng Shengnan: Try to be a great person.
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
The cafeteria was overcrowded, and the two of them finally found an empty seat to sit down after finishing their meal. Qi Qiao was sweating. He kept using his hands as a fan and complained, "There are too many people here."
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
If their deskmates hadn't gone to the toilet together, they would have laughed by now.
However, only Zhang Yiyan and Zhou Ningzhi won the award later.
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Zhou Ningzhi smiled: That's OK, see you on December 675 this year.
A quick gasp.
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
"Um."
Zhou Ningzhi: Not a great god.
The woman smiled: "Then I'll play it again."
A male voice said: "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild."
After Lao Shi's training was over, everyone slowly relaxed after feeling that she was completely gone and would not attack suddenly again. Xue Lin patted her chest, "I'm scared to death. Why is she like this? Others in the class just sit there."
Fu Song: "You're not bad either."
Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time
Qi Qiao chuckled, took Meng Shengnan's arm and said he was going to treat him tonight.
Meng Shengnan was taking English notes and sighed.
"Do you still want to eat?" It was him.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
The voice was low, hoarse, and indescribably lazy. She looked over and saw that those 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.
Next to Li Yan walked a boy in a casual school uniform with the zipper open.
Nie Jing slowly turned to look at Fu Song and whispered: "Fu Song, please tell me about this question."
Stunned.
"Ninth Middle School?"
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
Fu Song raised his head and glanced at her: "Be careful she's watching from the back door."
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng, how much have you written
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
"Chi, what about you?"
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
The living room is very large, with about ten people surrounding it.
Nie Jing pursed her lips and turned back.
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
He immediately came back: No idea
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
The cafeteria was overcrowded, and the two of them finally found an empty seat to sit down after finishing their meal. Qi Qiao was sweating. He kept using his hands as a fan and complained, "There are too many people here."
Fu Song raised his head and glanced at her: "Be careful she's watching from the back door."
Zhou Ningzhi: Then don’t think about it yet. This National Day, you can consider going out and having fun. Maybe inspiration will come.
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
"Chi, what about you?"
I fell asleep while watching it, and when I woke up the next day, it was already half past seven.
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
It was a small bungalow with a single courtyard. It looked quite old. But the owner is attentive and the house is spotless. This is the third time Meng Shengnan has come here. Each class time is notified until the end of the previous class, which is very casual. It took her half an hour to get there by bus from home.
It's raining all night: I'm stuck -
The woman smiled: "Then I'll play it again."
"You're in high school, right?"
"Who are you looking for?" Fu Song suddenly asked her.
That math class passed very slowly.
Meng Shengnan turned his head and looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds.
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
It was hard to wait until school was over, and several people around him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Nie Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving?"
Next to Li Yan walked a boy in a casual school uniform with the zipper open.
"Ninth Middle School?"
Meng Shengnan was taking English notes and sighed.
Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."
Meng Shengnan was too lazy to crowd out the school crowd before the holiday: "There are too many people, I will leave later."
Her name was Chen Si, and her smile was particularly gentle and kind. Meng Shengnan thought that she was just like her name.
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
"Do you still want to eat?" It was him.
After a while, the classroom was clean. Meng Shengnan slowly cleared the desk and hummed a little tune. Qi Qiao had not been with her since the day before yesterday and returned to Song Jiashu. She is still a little sad - she values sex over friends.
Nie Jing slowly turned to look at Fu Song and whispered: "Fu Song, please tell me about this question."
A group of boys laughed.
"That's pretty much it."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
She carried her schoolbag and walked slowly downstairs.
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
Zhou Ningzhi: Not a great god.
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Qi Qiao nodded.
The teaching building was quiet, there were not many students left, and there seemed to be a school security man downstairs shouting, "The building is closed." Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and went downstairs. When he passed the science building, he couldn't help but look up. However, before taking a few steps, I heard a few boys walking past not far away, laughing and talking nonsense.
The living room is very large, with about ten people surrounding it.
She carried her schoolbag and walked slowly downstairs.
Fu Song glanced at her with a very serious expression.
It was a small bungalow with a single courtyard. It looked quite old. But the owner is attentive and the house is spotless. This is the third time Meng Shengnan has come here. Each class time is notified until the end of the previous class, which is very casual. It took her half an hour to get there by bus from home.
The girl who was called turned around and smiled: "Guess."
Meng Shengnan: Well, I thought about several topics but I didn’t like them.
"I'm too lazy to go home, where can I go to play?"
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
Chen Si smiled and said, "My son is also studying theory in that school."
Meng Shengnan: You think I am you, great god—
"Um?"
During evening self-study, Lao Shi came over for a walk. I told him some more study matters before leaving. As soon as he left, the classroom burst into excitement. But the fun didn't last for a minute when Lao Shi suddenly broke in through the door with a serious expression.
"I haven't thought about it yet, how about Hall K?"
The woman smiled: "Then I'll play it again."
A male voice said: "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild."
"Chi, what about you?"
She carried her schoolbag and walked slowly downstairs.
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
"Internet cafe." He said casually.
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
During evening self-study, Lao Shi came over for a walk. I told him some more study matters before leaving. As soon as he left, the classroom burst into excitement. But the fun didn't last for a minute when Lao Shi suddenly broke in through the door with a serious expression.
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
Meng Shengnan: My mother signed me up for a guitar class—
Under the blue sky.
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I wrote a thousand words and then deleted them. I have no inspiration."
The voice was low, hoarse, and indescribably lazy. She looked over and saw that those 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.
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Meng Shengnan: You think I am you, great god—
"Teacher Chen - I forgot." A boy joked.
She stood on the left side of the fountain, and he turned in from the right.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
When I got home, I turned on my computer and went online.
Stunned.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
He immediately came back: No idea
Chen Si smiled and said, "My son is also studying theory in that school."
After turning off QQ, Meng Shengnan thought quietly for a while, then opened Word and put his hands on the keyboard, but couldn't write a word. Zhou Ningzhi once said that as long as he still has a belief, he will keep writing. Jiang Langcaijin commented on Zhou Ningzhi, saying that he will definitely be the leader in the suspense world of All of the World in the next ten years.
Meng Shengnan was shocked when many message boxes popped up.
"Chi, what about you?"
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
That math class passed very slowly.
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng, how much have you written
Meng Shengnan: My mother signed me up for a guitar class—
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
The two of them chatted while walking to the cafeteria.
Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time
Meng Shengnan smiled and nodded, chatting for a while before getting up and leaving. The wind is still blowing outside, it's early autumn, and the coolness is always just right. She lowered her eyes and moved the guitar, just in time to reach the fountain at the entrance of the community. Then he raised his eyes and paused in his steps.
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
It's raining all night: I'm stuck -
"Teacher Chen - I forgot." A boy joked.
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
"The writing is also very good, just do what you like."
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
Among the few people, he was the only one with his hands in his pockets and nothing in his hands. Meng Shengnan slowly looked away and drank the porridge, calmly. I didn't expect it to be him, also a student of No. 9 Middle School. I had never seen him in the liberal arts class. He was studying science? Those boys spoke a bit loudly and didn't hold back their laughter, so much so that Meng Shengnan couldn't hear them even if she didn't want to. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be very hungry and kept eating without paying any attention to anything.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
"What a coincidence, but I studied literature."
Qi Qiao nodded.
Meng Shengnan: Well, I thought about several topics but I didn’t like them.
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Zhou Ningzhi: How is the writing going
Fu Song: "You're not bad either."
Fu Song frowned slightly: "Why rat?"
Meng Shengnan glanced sideways at him.
Zhou Ningzhi smiled: That's OK, see you on December 675 this year.
Nie Jing slowly turned to look at Fu Song and whispered: "Fu Song, please tell me about this question."
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I wrote a thousand words and then deleted them. I have no inspiration."
The voice was low, hoarse, and indescribably lazy. She looked over and saw that those 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.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Meng Shengnan smiled and nodded, chatting for a while before getting up and leaving. The wind is still blowing outside, it's early autumn, and the coolness is always just right. She lowered her eyes and moved the guitar, just in time to reach the fountain at the entrance of the community. Then he raised his eyes and paused in his steps.
"Um?"
Meng Shengnan finished her meal quickly, and she and Qi Qiao got up and left. As I passed the table, I vaguely heard his low laugh and Li Yan's sweet and soft voice. It was such a cool person.
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
However, only Zhang Yiyan and Zhou Ningzhi won the award later.
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I wrote a thousand words and then deleted them. I have no inspiration."
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng, how much have you written
Chen Si smiled and said, "My son is also studying theory in that school."
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Her name was Chen Si, and her smile was particularly gentle and kind. Meng Shengnan thought that she was just like her name.
Two hours passed quickly. Meng Shengnan had no foundation and had a hard time learning. The other students had all left, and she was still thinking about the wrong note she always played. Chen Si came over with a gentle voice: "That's four beats, try again."
Meng Shengnan: You think I am you, great god—
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
A quick gasp.
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Zhou Ningzhi smiled: That's OK, see you on December 675 this year.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Meng Shengnan was too lazy to crowd out the school crowd before the holiday: "There are too many people, I will leave later."
Meng Shengnan went back one by one, and only Zhou Ningzhi was online.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
That voice was exactly the same as the lazy tone in the Internet cafe that said, "Try it next time."
The two of them chatted while walking to the cafeteria.
When I got home, I turned on my computer and went online.
He immediately came back: No idea
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
Qi Qiao nodded.
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
Meng Shengnan: Well, I thought about several topics but I didn’t like them.
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
"Squirrels are not the same as mice."
The voice was low, hoarse, and indescribably lazy. She looked over and saw that those 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.
Zhou Ningzhi: Then don’t think about it yet. This National Day, you can consider going out and having fun. Maybe inspiration will come.
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
Before they even touched her, Meng Shengnan sidestepped and dodged her. He let out a disgusted "Eh" and patted her wrist, "Oil hand."
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
Meng Shengnan: You think I am you, great god—
I don’t know when it got dark outside.
Nie Jing slowly turned to look at Fu Song and whispered: "Fu Song, please tell me about this question."
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
That voice was exactly the same as the lazy tone in the Internet cafe that said, "Try it next time."
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
"Internet cafe." He said casually.
Zhou Ningzhi: Not a great god.
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
A male voice said: "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild."
"Why do you learn guitar?" Chen Si asked.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"Chi, what about you?"
Zhou Ningzhi smiled: That's OK, see you on December 675 this year.
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
Meng Shengnan said 'hmm': "I am a sophomore in Ninth Middle School."
After the third class in the afternoon, there is a one-hour break. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her, and when they were talking about modal verbs and verb base forms, Qi Qiao came over to her for dinner.
Zhou Ningzhi: Then don’t think about it yet. This National Day, you can consider going out and having fun. Maybe inspiration will come.
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
Qi Qiao chuckled, took Meng Shengnan's arm and said he was going to treat him tonight.
"Internet cafe." He said casually.
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
The living room is very large, with about ten people surrounding it.
"Chi, what about you?"
He immediately came back: No idea
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
Qi Qiao chuckled, took Meng Shengnan's arm and said he was going to treat him tonight.
Meng Shengnan lowered her head to drink millet porridge. She looked up casually and saw several students suddenly coming over diagonally across the aisle from her. Each of them was holding food in their hands, and there was only one girl in the middle, Li Yan.
"Internet cafe." He said casually.
Meng Shengnan: My mother signed me up for a guitar class—
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
Zhou Ningzhi smiled: That's OK, see you on December 675 this year.
After the third class in the afternoon, there is a one-hour break. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her, and when they were talking about modal verbs and verb base forms, Qi Qiao came over to her for dinner.
"You're in high school, right?"
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
Meng Shengnan was taking English notes and sighed.
"Who are you looking for?" Fu Song suddenly asked her.
The cafeteria was overcrowded, and the two of them finally found an empty seat to sit down after finishing their meal. Qi Qiao was sweating. He kept using his hands as a fan and complained, "There are too many people here."
Meng Shengnan: Try to be a great person.
Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: "From now on, either come early or come late."
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
When I got home, I turned on my computer and went online.
Laoshi was walking back and forth in the classroom aisle with his English textbook under his arm, and his classmates didn't dare to express any anger. She turned around several times before slowly speaking: "There will be a school mock exam in November. Seats will be arranged according to scores. Those who have fallen behind will call their parents."
After turning off QQ, Meng Shengnan thought quietly for a while, then opened Word and put his hands on the keyboard, but couldn't write a word. Zhou Ningzhi once said that as long as he still has a belief, he will keep writing. Jiang Langcaijin commented on Zhou Ningzhi, saying that he will definitely be the leader in the suspense world of All of the World in the next ten years.
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
I don’t know when it got dark outside.
After Lao Shi's training was over, everyone slowly relaxed after feeling that she was completely gone and would not attack suddenly again. Xue Lin patted her chest, "I'm scared to death. Why is she like this? Others in the class just sit there."
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
Meng Shengnan rolled her eyes: "I value sex over friends."
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
A male voice said: "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild."
If their deskmates hadn't gone to the toilet together, they would have laughed by now.
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
I fell asleep while watching it, and when I woke up the next day, it was already half past seven.
Fu Song glanced at her with a very serious expression.
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
Meng Shengnan was shocked when many message boxes popped up.
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
However, only Zhang Yiyan and Zhou Ningzhi won the award later.
Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time
Meng Shengnan: Just be humble. How can I compare to you who write suspense when I write short stories
Fu Song ignored him, which should be regarded as acquiescence.
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
Sheng Dian shouted from behind: "Ask your dad to send you there."
Zhou Ningzhi: Then don’t think about it yet. This National Day, you can consider going out and having fun. Maybe inspiration will come.
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
Sheng Dian shouted from behind: "Ask your dad to send you there."
"no thanks."
Qi Qiao chuckled, took Meng Shengnan's arm and said he was going to treat him tonight.
Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn't help but complain.
"no thanks."
The voice was low, hoarse, and indescribably lazy. She looked over and saw that those 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.
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
It was a small bungalow with a single courtyard. It looked quite old. But the owner is attentive and the house is spotless. This is the third time Meng Shengnan has come here. Each class time is notified until the end of the previous class, which is very casual. It took her half an hour to get there by bus from home.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
Fu Song glanced at her with a very serious expression.
After the third class in the afternoon, there is a one-hour break. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her, and when they were talking about modal verbs and verb base forms, Qi Qiao came over to her for dinner.
Fu Song said: "Your thinking is a little confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You are just stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Pay full attention in the next class.”
Zhou Ningzhi: How is the writing going
"What a coincidence, but I studied literature."
A group of boys collectively let out a collective "chi" and started talking nonsense again.
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
That math class passed very slowly.
Meng Shengnan said 'hmm': "I am a sophomore in Ninth Middle School."
That math class passed very slowly.
Meng Shengnan: "Squirrel, what's your name? Besides, rat is the first animal in the zodiac, so it's a good name, right?"
Next to Li Yan walked a boy in a casual school uniform with the zipper open.
The living room is very large, with about ten people surrounding it.
Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."
Meng Shengnan: Try to be a great person.
Zhou Ningzhi: How is the writing going
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
The teaching building was quiet, there were not many students left, and there seemed to be a school security man downstairs shouting, "The building is closed." Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and went downstairs. When he passed the science building, he couldn't help but look up. However, before taking a few steps, I heard a few boys walking past not far away, laughing and talking nonsense.
Before they even touched her, Meng Shengnan sidestepped and dodged her. He let out a disgusted "Eh" and patted her wrist, "Oil hand."
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
"Let's review what we learned last time." The woman was dressed casually and sat on a chair with a guitar. She stood on tiptoe and leaned against the corner of the chair, giving off a literary and artistic atmosphere.
Meng Shengnan went back one by one, and only Zhou Ningzhi was online.
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
"Ninth Middle School?"
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
Fu Song: "You're not bad either."
After Lao Shi's training was over, everyone slowly relaxed after feeling that she was completely gone and would not attack suddenly again. Xue Lin patted her chest, "I'm scared to death. Why is she like this? Others in the class just sit there."
"Teacher Chen - I forgot." A boy joked.
She carried her schoolbag and walked slowly downstairs.
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then replied to Fu Song: "Forget it." Not only was she beautiful, her voice was sweet, and she looked so good in school uniform.
The woman smiled: "Then I'll play it again."
Fu Song: "You're not bad either."
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
Her name was Chen Si, and her smile was particularly gentle and kind. Meng Shengnan thought that she was just like her name.
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
That math class passed very slowly.
Stunned.
Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
Two hours passed quickly. Meng Shengnan had no foundation and had a hard time learning. The other students had all left, and she was still thinking about the wrong note she always played. Chen Si came over with a gentle voice: "That's four beats, try again."
"The writing is also very good, just do what you like."
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Meng Shengnan turned his head and looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds.
Qi Qiao chuckled, took Meng Shengnan's arm and said he was going to treat him tonight.
A tall boy walked in front of him, wearing a gray shirt and jeans, with a cigarette in his mouth. As if he hadn't woken up, his whole body was a little slumped and his head was drooping. As he walked, he raked his hair randomly, took off the cigarette and put it in his hand. His other hand was still in his trouser pocket, and then he puffed out the smoke leisurely.
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
I fell asleep while watching it, and when I woke up the next day, it was already half past seven.
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
Fu Song also turned to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl on the seat shouted: "Li Yan, why are you going?"
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
Meng Shengnan went back one by one, and only Zhou Ningzhi was online.
"Ninth Middle School?"
Stunned.
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
"Why do you learn guitar?" Chen Si asked.
It's raining all night: I'm stuck -
I fell asleep while watching it, and when I woke up the next day, it was already half past seven.
"Um."
It was hard to wait until school was over, and several people around him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Nie Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving?"
It's raining all night: I'm stuck -
That math class passed very slowly.
The days at that time always passed by unconsciously, as if the National Day holiday suddenly came. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety issues in the class. Everyone tried their best to hide their excitement before leaving school and listened to her with a sigh of relief.
Meng Shengnan moved for a moment, then looked up at her: "That's pretty cool."
That voice was exactly the same as the lazy tone in the Internet cafe that said, "Try it next time."
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: "From now on, either come early or come late."
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."
The wind blew eight thousand miles.
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
Stunned.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: "From now on, either come early or come late."
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I wrote a thousand words and then deleted them. I have no inspiration."
"Chi, what about you?"
"Um."
Meng Shengnan smiled.
Fu Song turned around and asked Meng Shengnan, "Does she count?"
I don’t know when it got dark outside.
"You're in high school, right?"
Hu Kan was still laughing and scolding and making jokes.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
Sheng Dian shouted from behind: "Ask your dad to send you there."
Qi Qiao: "Yeah."
A tall boy walked in front of him, wearing a gray shirt and jeans, with a cigarette in his mouth. As if he hadn't woken up, his whole body was a little slumped and his head was drooping. As he walked, he raked his hair randomly, took off the cigarette and put it in his hand. His other hand was still in his trouser pocket, and then he puffed out the smoke leisurely.
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
Qi Qiao nodded.
"Um?"
Meng Shengnan said 'hmm': "I am a sophomore in Ninth Middle School."
A quick gasp.
If their deskmates hadn't gone to the toilet together, they would have laughed by now.
After a while, the classroom was clean. Meng Shengnan slowly cleared the desk and hummed a little tune. Qi Qiao had not been with her since the day before yesterday and returned to Song Jiashu. She is still a little sad - she values sex over friends.
Meng Shengnan: Well, I thought about several topics but I didn’t like them.
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
"Um?"
"Ninth Middle School?"
A male voice said: "Hey, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild."
"Li Yan, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Will you introduce me to a beautiful girl in the future?"
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
The person who teaches guitar is a woman in her forties. She takes very good care of herself and doesn’t look like one.
"Um."
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
Meng Shengnan moved for a moment, then looked up at her: "That's pretty cool."
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time
Among the few people, he was the only one with his hands in his pockets and nothing in his hands. Meng Shengnan slowly looked away and drank the porridge, calmly. I didn't expect it to be him, also a student of No. 9 Middle School. I had never seen him in the liberal arts class. He was studying science? Those boys spoke a bit loudly and didn't hold back their laughter, so much so that Meng Shengnan couldn't hear them even if she didn't want to. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be very hungry and kept eating without paying any attention to anything.
Chen Si smiled and said, "My son is also studying theory in that school."
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
"Are you sure you are from Earth?"
"Um."
"Squirrels are not the same as mice."
I fell asleep while watching it, and when I woke up the next day, it was already half past seven.
After trying a few more times and being satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up and packed up the guitar.
Meng Shengnan stared at him hard: "Fu Song."
"What a coincidence, but I studied literature."
These people are all strange and have different personalities. They are all friends she met during the New Concept last year. In the beginning, they all became familiar with each other through chatting in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi, and Jiang Lang were all in the semi-finals. In the December rematch, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards, drank drinks, and chatted about everything. It felt like the imperial examination candidates who came to Beijing from all over the world to take the exam, risking all their lives to come all the way for literature.
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
However, only Zhang Yiyan and Zhou Ningzhi won the award later.
Meng Shengnan was too lazy to crowd out the school crowd before the holiday: "There are too many people, I will leave later."
Qi Qiao nodded.
Meng Shengnan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Beauty."
"The writing is also very good, just do what you like."
Meng Shengnan was taking English notes and sighed.
After the third class in the afternoon, there is a one-hour break. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her, and when they were talking about modal verbs and verb base forms, Qi Qiao came over to her for dinner.
It's raining all night: I'm stuck -
Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: "Be good, touch your head."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
After eating for a few minutes, Qi Qiao asked Meng Shengnan how the manuscript was going.
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
Meng Shengnan smiled and nodded, chatting for a while before getting up and leaving. The wind is still blowing outside, it's early autumn, and the coolness is always just right. She lowered her eyes and moved the guitar, just in time to reach the fountain at the entrance of the community. Then he raised his eyes and paused in his steps.
Meng Shengnan lowered her head to drink millet porridge. She looked up casually and saw several students suddenly coming over diagonally across the aisle from her. Each of them was holding food in their hands, and there was only one girl in the middle, Li Yan.
Now, everyone is back with a vengeance.
"Song Jiashu doesn't have time?" Meng Shengnan asked.
The teaching building was quiet, there were not many students left, and there seemed to be a school security man downstairs shouting, "The building is closed." Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and went downstairs. When he passed the science building, he couldn't help but look up. However, before taking a few steps, I heard a few boys walking past not far away, laughing and talking nonsense.
Finally, when the bell rang, Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn around and look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know if this Li Yan is the other Li Yan. It has been more than a week since the class was divided into classes, and she doesn't know many people.
A group of boys laughed.
Stunned.
"Squirrels are not the same as mice."
Qi Qiao said 'hmm', "So during this period, I can only harm you."
"Why do you learn guitar?" Chen Si asked.
"Why are you arguing? Do you still want to study?"
Among the few people, he was the only one with his hands in his pockets and nothing in his hands. Meng Shengnan slowly looked away and drank the porridge, calmly. I didn't expect it to be him, also a student of No. 9 Middle School. I had never seen him in the liberal arts class. He was studying science? Those boys spoke a bit loudly and didn't hold back their laughter, so much so that Meng Shengnan couldn't hear them even if she didn't want to. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be very hungry and kept eating without paying any attention to anything.
Fu Song said: "Your thinking is a little confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You are just stuck in the center of this stage, which indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Pay full attention in the next class.”
It was a small bungalow with a single courtyard. It looked quite old. But the owner is attentive and the house is spotless. This is the third time Meng Shengnan has come here. Each class time is notified until the end of the previous class, which is very casual. It took her half an hour to get there by bus from home.
After a while, the classroom was clean. Meng Shengnan slowly cleared the desk and hummed a little tune. Qi Qiao had not been with her since the day before yesterday and returned to Song Jiashu. She is still a little sad - she values sex over friends.
A tall boy walked in front of him, wearing a gray shirt and jeans, with a cigarette in his mouth. As if he hadn't woken up, his whole body was a little slumped and his head was drooping. As he walked, he raked his hair randomly, took off the cigarette and put it in his hand. His other hand was still in his trouser pocket, and then he puffed out the smoke leisurely.
She shook her head slightly to stop her random thoughts.
Meng Shengnan went back one by one, and only Zhou Ningzhi was online.
Qi Qiao nodded.
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
Zhou Ningzhi: Class
In the evening, she chatted with Shengdian Meng Jin about a lot of useless geniuses and went back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the fragrant and warm light fell. She lay on the bed and watched The Count of Monte Cristo.
Meng Shengnan: My mother signed me up for a guitar class—
She stood on the left side of the fountain, and he turned in from the right.
Meng Shengnan lowered her head to drink millet porridge. She looked up casually and saw several students suddenly coming over diagonally across the aisle from her. Each of them was holding food in their hands, and there was only one girl in the middle, Li Yan.
Chen Si smiled, "That's pretty cool."
Meng Shengnan said, of course I know the difference, and then smiled: "It's almost like a philosophical rat."
However, I glanced around and couldn't find the unknown face.
Under the blue sky.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "You know, I have always admired philosophers in my life. What they say is more truthful than the truth. The key is, you still don't understand."
A tall boy walked in front of him, wearing a gray shirt and jeans, with a cigarette in his mouth. As if he hadn't woken up, his whole body was a little slumped and his head was drooping. As he walked, he raked his hair randomly, took off the cigarette and put it in his hand. His other hand was still in his trouser pocket, and then he puffed out the smoke leisurely.
Meng Shengnan dealt with it briefly and walked out with the guitar on his back.
Meng Shengnan smiled and nodded, chatting for a while before getting up and leaving. The wind is still blowing outside, it's early autumn, and the coolness is always just right. She lowered her eyes and moved the guitar, just in time to reach the fountain at the entrance of the community. Then he raised his eyes and paused in his steps.
"Who are you looking for?" Fu Song suddenly asked her.
"Squirrels are not the same as mice."
Meng Shengnan lowered her head to drink millet porridge. She looked up casually and saw several students suddenly coming over diagonally across the aisle from her. Each of them was holding food in their hands, and there was only one girl in the middle, Li Yan.
That math class passed very slowly.
The wind blew eight thousand miles.
Zhou Ningzhi replied after a while: Why don't you come to Nanjing during the holidays and I'll be your host.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Brother, I bought it from May to September in one go. I mailed a registration form and I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !
Meng Shengnan stuck out her tongue: No—I have to go to class.
"Um?"
"Who are you looking for?" Fu Song suddenly asked her.
Stunned.
Meng Shengnan smiled.