Faithful Dog Guidebook [Quick Transmigration]

Zhou Yu's seat was in the second row of the classroom, leaning against the wall on the right. Zhou Yu found that the original owner seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. He was obviously a third-year senior with the heaviest academic burden. There was nothing clean on the table, except desks and schoolbags. The items in the box were neatly arranged, and the test papers that were handed out were organized in folders, which were clearly classified into categories, which made it easier for him to find things.

Early self-study is early reading of Chinese, Zhou Yu sat in the classroom, with a Chinese book spread out in front of him, and followed everyone to read together without emotion, but his thoughts had already flown to the sky.

The system says that this virtual world is synthesized based on one's own subconscious mind, but ordinary people seldom substitute themselves into other identities, that is to say, he is very likely to be a student in the first place?

He looked up at the dark green blackboard in front of him and the chalk writing on it, feeling very strange.

The level of technology in this world does not match the level of intelligence of the system. Could it be that in his era, the level of education has been greatly improved and teaching methods have also been innovated, so he is not used to it?

The sound of footsteps interrupted the boy's thinking, and the female teacher with a ponytail stepped onto the podium holding teaching aids and textbooks, her momentum was loud and her voice was loud.

"After 10 minutes, randomly select two lessons from the upper and lower volumes of Mo Gao."

At the same time, words appeared in front of Zhou Yu's eyes.

【Teacher Yan is the head teacher of the third class of senior high school, and also a famous devil teacher in her grade. She asked her to copy the class 50 times for a penalty of writing more than two mistakes in the language, and then went to the office to repeat the silence.Daily task: write by dictation (0/1). 】

A hashtag popped out of Zhou Yu's forehead: [999, there are only 10 minutes left now, and there are at least [-] words in the upper and lower volumes that need to be recited. I have no impression of those contents. ]

999: [People's potential is forced out, how will you know if you don't try.Moreover, dictation is one of the most exciting things in the high-level stage. It combines intense time-limited recitation, unpredictable random writing, and thrilling quick cheat sheets. Your high-level career is incomplete without experiencing it! ]

Zhou Yu has nothing to say about this cheating system. He deeply suspects that this treatment system was invented by someone who wanted to kill him so that he would not even be able to survive as a vegetable.

He quickly took out two volumes of Chinese language books from the desk, racing against time to read them.

But the 999 system is still chattering on the sidelines: [Wow, Zhou Zhou, you are so hardworking. Actually, you don’t need to memorize it so seriously. It may be faster to make a cheat sheet... But it seems a little too late now, why don’t you think about it? Sandwich the textbook between the thigh and the desk board?I searched and found that 50% of the high school students are like this... Oh, time flies so fast, eyes closed, 5 minutes have passed~]

Zhou Yu didn't care about it at all. He is now highly concentrated, like an emotional endorsement machine, scanning the lesson with his eyes quickly, while consolidating the previously memorized content in his mind.His way of remembering is a bit special. When he recalls, the content does not appear in the form of words, but images including the entire page. As long as he thinks about a few details in his mind, the relevant context will be clearly understood. magnified in the mind.

Zhou Yu hadn't realized that he had an astonishing ability to never forget, and he had also mastered the "picture memory method" that can only be achieved by a person with a relatively developed brain. There is no way, he is a person who is afraid of trouble, and the tasks assigned by the system are more troublesome. The sunk cost of repeating it over and over is too high to hurt.

"Okay, now close the textbook and silently write the whole of "The Difficult Road to Shu" and the excerpts of "In Memory of Liu Hezhen."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yan Hong tapped the table with her index finger knuckles. Seeing that some people were still dawdling deliberately, she raised her voice, "Hurry up, everyone is cramming. Why did you go when you were high? I'm so sorry." Saying that you are a top student, I think you are worse than those crane tails in class ten."

Time was running out, and Zhou Yu, even a pervert like Zhou Yu, hadn't read all the recited volumes in the first and second volumes, but fortunately he was lucky, he had simply scanned both volumes, and silent writing was not a problem.

Zhou Yu closed the textbook neatly, but found that his dictation book hadn't been taken out yet.

He was silent for a moment, opened the desk and began to rummage. He hated it when it was time to use it, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time. He closed the table, pursed his lips, and his eyes were dark.

At this moment, he heard someone whispering while writing in the left back corner.

"Grandma Yan is also true. Yesterday, she agreed to silently write the class of the third year of high school. Damn, it made me memorize it for nothing."

Senior year...

Zhou Yu had a flash of inspiration, and turned around to flip through the bag.

The original owner looks like an obedient child. Knowing that he will write by dictation today, he will definitely take the language book back to review, but he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he might bring back the dictation book and the language book.

Sure enough, Zhou Yu opened the zipper of her schoolbag, and saw the dictation book put together with the high school third language textbook.

He hastily pulled out the dictation book made of kraft paper from his bag, but was unlucky, the corner of the book seemed to be pressed by something, he pulled, and the thin dictation book was torn in two.

Zhou Yu: ...

Seeing that the dictation has started, Zhou Yu simply took out a new draft book, wrote down the name casually, opened the first page and began to write quickly to catch up with the progress.

A true warrior, who dares to face the bleak life, dares to face up to the dripping blood...

The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than going to the blue sky.Cancong and yufu, how at a loss was the founding of the country...

Needle drop could be heard in the classroom, and only the sound of pen nib brushing and writing on the paper could be heard. Zhou Yu recalled the lessons in the book, thinking indifferently.

Is it hard to have him... Is it difficult to have him...

After self-study in the morning, when Zhou Yu handed in his dictation notebook and saw a reminder that the task was completed in front of him, he felt a faint feeling of survival after a catastrophe.

[ah!Zhou Zhou, your brain fluctuates! 0.1% fluctuation value!Wow, is dictation more terrifying than jumping off a building? !Hahaha, blind student, I discovered Huadian! ]

999 yelled in his head, like "let this system catch your pigtail".

[0.1% only, what are you doing? ] Zhou Yu rested her chin against the wall, her tone was colder than usual.

[Hahahaha, don’t be shy, it’s no big deal to be afraid of dictation, who is not afraid of dictation when reading?In the future, we will list this task as a daily routine, daily refresh, hahahaha! ]

Zhou Yu rolled his eyes and ignored him.

In fact, he was not afraid of dictation, but he couldn't find the notebook at that time, seeing that he hadn't started when others were writing halfway, he was impatient.

I can't afford to lose this face.

But this reason itself is quite embarrassing, so don't mention it.

In the end, this is no shameful treatment. When he wakes up, the system that records his dark history will be humanely destroyed.

……

After self-study in the morning, Zhou Yu helped her to send all the collected Chinese homework to the office according to Yan Hong's request. When she exited, her movements stopped, and she was keenly aware of a gaze staring at him from behind.

He remembered his main mission, his eyes turned cold.

Zhou Yu's heart turned back and forth, but she closed the door of the office calmly on the surface, turned around and walked along the narrow and long corridor step by step as if nothing had happened.

One step, two steps, three steps... The young man's footsteps were not too fast or slow.

Just as he passed by the door of the empty classroom, a hand was suddenly stretched out from the diagonal to cover his mouth, and he was pulled in abruptly.

Zhou Yu elbowed back almost subconsciously. The person behind him didn't seem to expect him to do this. He snorted, but quickly reacted, took the boy's side kick with a sharp wind, and pulled His knees locked him to the door panel.

The door was locked with a click, and only the broad palm was propped up to the side of the head, and the tall figure enveloped the boy.

Zhou Yu rested his hands on a solid and fiery chest, looked up at the familiar face, his pupils shrank slightly.

"It's you?!"

"Why are you so fierce?" A low magnetic male voice sounded close to the ear, with a fiery breath, "Are you still angry with me, monitor?"