I don't just want to dream about you

"Drip, drop, drop drop"

The morning sunlight sneaked into the room, fell on the desk, and shone on the table, which was covered with many materials.

At this time, the owner of the data was lying on the bed, fumbling with the phone that was making noise.

"Ah, tsk, why did you wake up..." Meng Yihuan stood up and scratched his head, yawned lightly, and turned off the endlessly ringing cell phone alarm clock.

Her sleep quality has not been very good these days, and she doesn't know if it is because she is too nervous to hand in homework at the end of the term. She often dreams about the time in high school.

Before the alarm clock rang, she just dreamed that she was in the class of that old, foul-mouthed math teacher. Obviously, she just flipped through another notebook in the drawer during the class, and was snarled by the other party for a long time.

I was so angry that I was so angry, why did I meet such an inexplicable and wonderful teacher in high school.

Meng Yihuan got up to take a shower, remembering this matter, he brushed his teeth a little harder, why didn't he say anything, he was murdered!

If I still dream of that weird teacher, I have to fight hard to make her understand what it means to have a sharp mouth of a liberal arts student.

This day was the day when she handed in her final homework. With her final homework in hand, Meng Yihuan reconfirmed the number of pages in her thesis. After confirming that it was correct, she felt relieved and walked slowly towards the teacher's office with her earphones on.

"Yi Huan?" The female student with the same teacher as Meng Yi Huan had seen Meng Yi Huan from a long distance, but because Meng Yi Huan was wearing earphones, she couldn't hear her, so she patted Meng Yi Huan on the shoulder and said hello when she approached.

Meng Yihuan looked back at her classmates and took off her earphones, "What?"

"You have dark circles under your eyes, didn't you sleep well last night?" The classmate was frightened by Meng Yihuan's dark circles and asked teasingly, "Are you going to be a thief?"

"What kind of thief are you?" Meng Yihuan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "You don't know, I've been dreaming about that silly math teacher in my high school these days, and it made me mad."

"Hmm..." The classmate rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "Didn't you say that you often dream of someone because you miss him? Are you afraid..."

"Stop your fantasies, my math teacher is a vicious old hag, she hasn't given me a good look for three years in high school, if I didn't know that she treats everyone like this, I would have to think that I owe her millions." Meng Yihuan's tone was not very good .

"Hahahahaha, it's normal, this kind of teacher is also common." The classmate didn't plan to chat with Meng Yihuan any more in this regard, and instead changed the subject and asked, "Oh yes, Yihuan, have you read the latest news?" Well?"

"No, these days I've been busy looking up information in the library, how can I have time to read it?" This is true, Meng Yihuan is indeed a person who doesn't like to pay attention to real-time, if you really want to say that you pay attention to real-time, it is probably before the college entrance examination. A lot of news.

"Did something happen? Ask me this all of a sudden?"

"Didn't I recommend you to watch a TV series before, in which the actress who played the heroine had a car accident, and it is said that she became a vegetable?" the classmate said regretfully.

"Isn't it? It's so dramatic." Meng Yihuan stopped talking, feeling that it was not good for him to speak of an unconscious person in this way, and the expression on his face changed accordingly, "Should...it will be fine?"

"Who can say that clearly, but this kind of thing happened just after they became popular..." The classmate sighed and said, "Maybe it will be difficult to become popular in the future."

"I don't know if she is angry or not, but if she fails the class at the end of the semester, the counselor will definitely be angry." Meng Yihuan tapped the printed paper on the classmate's head and said.

"What are you panicking about? If you go to the library every day and fail your subjects, how will we who watch dramas and dramas live?" The classmate smiled and grabbed Meng Yihuan's shoulders and said, "Would you like to hang out together during the winter vacation?"

"Okay, but I'm really sleepy, so I have to sleep on it for seven days and seven nights before going to play." Meng Yihuan could hardly lift her eyelids, she has been sleepy all this time, indescribably tired.

"Let's go, let's hand it in and go back to rest." The classmate said, "I'm afraid of your dark circles."

The two handed in their homework, had breakfast together and parted ways.

Meng Yihuan is not from this city. After finishing her graduate studies, her parents specially rented a single room for her near the school so that she could have a better environment.

Coupled with the short winter vacation, Meng Yihuan calculated the cost of the round-trip air ticket and deeply felt the value of money, so he gave up the idea of ​​going home.

She can be regarded as an out-and-out home girl, she bought a lot of things and prepared to lie at home, yawned non-stop on the way back, and even had auditory hallucinations in her mind.

Damn, isn't it, I was scared out of the shadows by the math teacher, how could I hear her calling me to wake up.

After Meng Yihuan put away the things he bought, his brain was in a daze, and he fell asleep when he entered the room.

"Meng Yihuan!" The math teacher is a strict middle-aged woman. She is in her 40s and just in menopause.

"Huh?" Meng Yihuan opened his eyes with difficulty, rubbed them, and then gradually the focus of his eyes came into focus.

"Do you dare to sleep in the monthly exam? Meng Yihuan, are you afraid that you won't be able to make it in time to move bricks to the construction site!"

"Huh? Monthly exam?" Meng Yihuan was terrified, sat up straight and looked at the math test paper in front of him, he was not feeling well.

What's up with these numbers?Can you still dream of these math problems in your dreams?What the hell is my brain?

"Hurry up and take the test. If your score is lower than the class average, come to the office and drink tea!" The math teacher stroked the frame of his glasses, his eyes full of dissatisfaction with Meng Yihuan.

She has been teaching for so many years, and the most annoying thing is this kind of students who do not seek to improve themselves and dream big dreams all day long.

Seeing the math teacher invigilate away, Meng Yihuan finally turned his attention to the test paper, ah, help me, why can't I know these questions?

Did I learn advanced mathematics in college for nothing?Why can't I know the topic?Holding the pen, Meng Yihuan was helpless, why did he keep dreaming about these strange scenes.

Anyway, it's a dream, so it shouldn't matter if you don't write it, right?Meng Yihuan thought for more than ten minutes, and finally in a daze, she accidentally met the math teacher's eyes, and she quickly lowered her head in fright.

Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, I am still so afraid of the math teacher...

Looking at the school uniform she was wearing, Meng Yihuan showed nostalgia on her face.

On the day she graduated from the college entrance examination, she was going to take a graduation photo. When she saw a girl fainted in front of her, she took her school uniform to cover her from the sun. Bring back your school uniform.

So I went to high school for three years without leaving a single school uniform.

Another school uniform... Hiss, it seems that I lost it in my second year of high school, and it seems that I borrowed it from someone?But I can't remember who I lent it to.

Meng Yihuan glanced at the test paper, and it clearly said Class [-] and [-], so....I still have two school uniforms?

"There is still half an hour before the exam time, students who haven't finished writing hurry up," the math teacher said while standing on the podium, looking at Meng Yihuan coldly.

Meng Yihuan was so stared at by the math teacher that she was in a bad mood, thinking that it was just a dream anyway, why not write down the test paper seriously, maybe next time she would dream about the grades.

Thinking of this, Meng Yihuan opened the cap of the pen, and after finishing writing the first ten or so multiple-choice questions, he was confused when he saw the function question, what is the formula?

Forget it, choose C if you don’t know.

When filling in the blanks at the end of the writing, geometry problems popped out. Meng Yihuan, who is least good at geometry problems, was deeply confused. Was he really dreaming?Why is my brain so powerful?Will you give me math problems to do?Is it still such a difficult question? !

Meng Yihuan touched his head and sighed, "I can't see it, you actually memorized all these questions"

Good guy, why do I remember the question and not the answer.

In the end, the math test paper that Meng Yihuan handed in only included choices and partial filling in the blanks.

It's just a dream, so don't worry about grades.I have already passed the postgraduate entrance examination, so I don't have to worry about getting more than ten points in the math test.

Meng Yihuan kept brainwashing herself, but before she finished brainwashing herself, her high school classmate came over, "Yihuan, did you hide under the covers and read novels all night long?"

"Huh?" Meng Yihuan touched the bags under her eyes, "Do I have dark circles?"

"Didn't you always beg your grandpa to sue grandma when you took the math test? Why did you fall asleep today? Wow, you didn't even see how stinky the old witch's face is." The tablemate imitated the math teacher, Meng Yihuan still didn't laugh, She couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that an exaggeration..." Meng Yihuan said with a sneer, "Isn't it?"

She has almost forgotten about these things. She studied Chinese language in college. After leaving mathematics, she is like a fish in water, her grades have improved, and the teachers of all majors look amiable.

So much so that there is no more wonderful teacher than the math teacher, making the math teacher the biggest shadow in her heart.

"Don't you sleep stupidly?" The tone of the deskmate was a little worried, "There is an exam in the afternoon, you can go to sleep after lunch later."

"What? Is the exam for dreaming one subject at a time?" Meng Yihuan was puzzled and muttered in a low voice.

"What are you talking about, you're going to eat, let's go, hurry up and grab some food" The tablemate dragged Meng Yihuan to the cafeteria.

What the hell?Are dreams so real now?

Meng Yihuan frowned in confusion, and when he and his tablemates lined up for dinner, he quietly pinched his arm.

Seems like it hurts a little?Is it an illusion caused by a dream?

Meng Yihuan didn't react until she was forcefully dragged back to the dormitory for a lunch break by her deskmate after lunch.

However, what kind of dream is this, I dream that I am sleeping in a dream?

Deep drowsiness hit, Meng Yihuan closed her eyes, she seemed to be sailing a small boat, waiting for someone.

It's just that after a long time, no one came. Meng Yihuan, who was waiting, patted the oars impatiently, and heard "I found you" from behind.

The author has something to say: I am so proud of myself!