in the mirror

The summer vacation passed in a very short time, not the last few days, Mo Xun felt that the whole summer vacation went very quickly.

Although she didn't have the habit of going to bed late, getting up early on the first day of the new semester made her sleepy and want to lose her temper.

She goes to school by bicycle as usual, 10 minutes away, the summer has not completely passed, and she is already sweating profusely when she arrives at school.

There were already a lot of students in the classroom, and Mo Xun just took a quick glance and returned to his seat. The students who hadn't met or contacted during the summer vacation didn't change much, she thought in her heart.

She knew that the air conditioner would not be turned on in the classroom in the morning, and she was sweating profusely at first, but then it became normal again.

She began to read early at 45:[-], and she couldn't help yawning, but she was still reading the words very seriously.

She was sitting on the innermost side, the sun had risen a little, and the sun was shining on her face. For some reason, Mo Xun suddenly felt better.

Seven o'clock is the Chinese morning reading. Thinking of the new Chinese teacher who just arrived, Mo Xun felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

In fact, Mo Xun saw Yang Yuning when she walked through the promenade, but it was only from the side. When she pushed open the door, Mo Xun admitted that he had paid attention for a moment. She had long hair, slightly curly, and her upper body It's a white shirt with slightly raised cuffs, light green slacks and a pair of white shoes to make your figure look slender.When she realized that Yang Yuning was already standing on the podium, she felt that she had lost her composure just now, but then she thought: "The other students must be like this too."

There was a smile on her mouth, and her eyes narrowed a bit.

Yang Yuning looked at the 45 children under the podium, and she was somewhat nervous. She tried to relax the smile at the corner of her mouth to the most natural one. "They should know my name." Despite thinking so, she wrote her name on the blackboard.

After a brief introduction of herself, she started the morning course.

Even with such a good-looking teacher who taught Chinese, Mo Xun still couldn't focus on the textbooks.She looked at Yang Yuning on the podium, probably because she was not familiar with the students here, she was looking at the roster in her hand while giving a lecture.

"She shouldn't notice me." Thinking of this, she turned her gaze out of the window, looking at the ever-changing clouds in the distance.

It didn't take long for Yang Yuning to notice the girl who was staring out the window in a daze, and she didn't even know that her classmates picked up their textbooks and read aloud.A little pissed off, but considering it was her first class, she still didn't poke.

Mo Xun belongs to the category of partial subjects, but except for Chinese, everything else is pretty good, she just really can't understand Chinese.

The first day was a bit long, but it was over. The pressure of the third year of junior high school was obviously much greater. There was an additional chemistry class, and the workload increased a lot.

When I got home, my mother was still cooking. She yelled 'Mom' and went back to her room to do her homework.

In fact, she felt that the amount of homework for each subject was not much, but the language still gave her a headache, so she had to bite the bullet and write scribbles.

Mom pushed the door open and didn't see her, but Mo Xun knew it too.

Mom cooked a lot of dishes today, but for the sake of efficiency in doing homework, she still plans to make a quick decision.

"How do you feel?" It was this sentence again, just when Mo Xun was not about to answer, his mother added another sentence: "The Chinese teacher I was talking about."

She didn't want her mother to ask more questions, so she said "very good" casually and went back to the room.

A voice came from behind: "Just like you like astronomy, you can treat it as a hobby now, but if you want to treat it as a career, it will be better to persevere."

Mo Xun closed the door smoothly, but she was still thinking about what she said just now. She thought, "What does this have to do with that?"

The sound of the ballpoint pen rubbing against the paper is clearly visible, as well as the brief silence when thinking. The sky outside is already dark, and the moon is slowly rising amidst people's chatting and laughing.