I don't just want to dream about you

This time, Meng Yihuan was sleeping with Huihui, thinking that what he would see when he woke up would be the ceiling of the single room he rented, but when he took a closer look, it was a wooden plank.

board?What about your big bed?How did it become a bunk bed?

Meng Yihuan bounced up, looked around, what's going on?Are you still dreaming?

"what happened to you?"

Meng Yihuan's deskmate and Meng Yihuan are roommates at the same time.Her bed was opposite Meng Yihuan, and she was chatting with her boyfriend on her mobile phone.Seeing the big commotion from Meng Yihuan, he turned his head and asked.

"Why am I still here?" Meng Yihuan frowned and whispered.

Is it really a dream within a dream?

Something so subtle and fleeting flashed through Meng Yihuan's mind, but she hadn't woken up yet, her mind was dazed, so she didn't think about it carefully.

"What time is it?"

"It's only 12:30." The deskmate looked at the time and asked, "The exam is at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, you can still sleep for a while"

"take an exam?"

What's going on, is my dream connected?Thinking of the math test she was taking before she went to bed, Meng Yihuan was in a bad mood.

No way, no way, do I really want to retake the high school paper in my dream?

But please don't, I have forgotten a lot of high school knowledge, and now I have to round up the exam by myself, isn't it to kill myself?

Meng Yihuan's face became ugly, but after thinking about it, he was just dreaming anyway, so there is no need to be afraid of failing the exam.

I thought so in my heart, but when she was sitting in the examination room with a chemistry test paper, her calm face still twisted.

During college, she studied Chinese language, and she had never been exposed to these contents at all. On the afternoon of the end of the college entrance examination, she had already returned all the knowledge she had learned to the teacher, and completely forgot about it.

Meng Yihuan remembered that her chemistry teacher in high school was a very dull young female teacher. Every time she took an exam, the chemistry teacher would make a list of failures, and then asked those people to copy theorems and formulas as punishment.

Meng Yihuan was lucky enough to copy it several times, but every time he copied it, his hands felt numb and sore.

No, even if it's a dream, I have to correct my attitude, otherwise...or if I don't wake up from the dream, I will have to relive the pain of copying formulas and theorems again.

Thinking of this, Meng Yihuan's face crumpled into a ball.

Don't want to copy, absolutely don't copy.

This was the first time Meng Yihuan wished that she would wake up quickly.

But things backfired. After two days of exams, Meng Yihuan was still trapped in a dream.She even began to wonder if it was because the dream was too long, or because she slept too deeply this time.

"Yi Huan, do you want to go to the office with us to check the scores?" asked the deskmate.

"Well...then... that's okay? I'll go too"

In the three years of high school, Meng Yihuan was never a character who would take the initiative to look at the grades.She is a proper liberal arts student, and she is very good at partial subjects. Every time, she will receive supercilious looks from the math teacher.

No kidding, if Meng Yihuan saw the math teacher, she would have wished to tuck her body under the table in normal times.

But now it's just a dream, there's no need for me to be so afraid, right?

Meng Yihuan asked herself in the bottom of her heart, but the answer cannot be directly affirmed.

But even so, she still embarked on the way to the office. The total score is still not available, but the results of each subject are basically corrected.

"Ah, why did I only pass [-] in the Chinese test this time?" The deskmate flipped through his best Chinese test paper and sighed deeply, "Tsk, I knew I made a mistake in this question."

Meng Yihuan glanced at the office, but the math teacher was not there. She could be said to be very worried about her terrible math, so she hurriedly found her math test paper.

"Hey" The deskmate didn't stop after flipping through his own test paper, but continued to flip through, "Oh, you, you actually passed 120 in Chinese this time."

"Oh..." Meng Yihuan was only focused on looking through her test papers, and was not very happy after hearing her Chinese results.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Meng Yihuan's tone indifferently at the same table, he rushed to Meng Yihuan's side curiously from the crowd.

Coincidentally, Meng Yihuan turned to the math test paper in which she scored 41 points.

The two stared at each other in silence, the deskmate was still holding Meng Yihuan's Chinese test paper of 120, while Meng Yihuan was holding the math test paper of 41 in his hand.

After a good meeting, the deskmate said dryly, "Not bad, you did better in the exam than last time"

"How much did I take last time?"

"Nineteen points?"

"...That's because the test was better than last time." After a long silence, Meng Yihuan also said dryly.

Just treat it as a dream.

As long as there is progress, it's over.

After reading the math results, Meng Yihuan seemed to have lost all three souls and seven spirits, walking like floating, without the slightest energy that a girl should have.

If she was a real freshman in high school, she might be a little happy about the improvement in the math test.

But she is not, she is already in graduate school.The lowest bottom line is also sixty hooray, not an improved 41 points.

Feeling unspeakably uncomfortable and unhappy in her heart, she was so angry that she hammered her thigh and sulked at herself.

She remembers very clearly that until the college entrance examination, she didn't pass the math test, but she performed much better than usual, and she was very proud of herself at that time.

But now she is not happy at all.

She remembers very clearly that her dream started with taking a math test, that is to say, her current level can only get [-] points in the test.

Mad!What kind of trash am I.

But it's useless to be angry and frustrated. Meng Yihuan angrily swiped a math practice test paper. As expected, the multiple-choice questions were not finished, and the mentality of striving to improve suddenly dissipated.

Well...why am I so harsh on myself? It's just a dream anyway.

The decadence has not been decadent for too long, and the evening self-study has begun.Meng Yihuan felt that he was quite ignorant when he got into it and wrote the questions.

Who would honestly write a topic in a dream and consume brain cells?

Yes, isn't it me.

This knowledge made Meng Yihuan speechless to herself.

The pretty girl is speechless, and the pretty girl rests.

"Meng Yihuan, the math teacher told you to go to the office." The classmate who helped finish the total score shouted at the door, thought for a while, and whispered in Meng Yihuan's ear, "The old woman seems to be in a bad mood, be careful."

"She will be in a better mood one day," Meng Yihuan complained, and smiled helplessly at her classmates.

It has to be said that Meng Yihuan was often scolded by the math teacher during high school, and her parents both work out of town and rarely come back, the math teacher felt that Meng Yihuan was soft and bullying.

"Report" Meng Yihuan knocked on the office door, and walked in with his head, "Teacher, what do you want me to do?"

The math teacher was indeed in a bad mood, and Meng Yihuan could confirm this as soon as she entered the office. The old lady's complexion was dark, and her stinky face made her look even more unreasonable.

"Look at your score." The math teacher pressed her lips, dissatisfaction with Meng Yihuan was written all over her face.

"Look, how many points?"

Isn't this asking knowingly, Meng Yihuan felt very speechless, you called me to the office, how can you not know my grades?

"41" Meng Yihuan, who spoke, still couldn't get rid of his fear of the math teacher, so he said obediently in a low voice.

"Do you remember how much you took the exam last time?"

Why bring this up again?Meng Yihuan was very depressed, but still obediently said "Nineteen points"

"I've made great progress, about [-] points." The math teacher leaned back in the chair, holding the thin math test paper and said with a half-smile.

Is it a compliment or something else, how yin and yang are weird.

"Where did you copy it from?"

Meng Yihuan didn't say anything yet.The math teacher's expression changed suddenly, and he glared at Meng Yihuan sternly.

"Huh?" Meng Yihuan was stunned, what the hell, what did she copy... Wait, wait, this old woman doesn't think that her forty points were copied.

No way, no way, whoever copies the test paper will get a score of [-] or so, and no matter what, they should get a passing score.

Meng Yihuan laughed angrily.

When she was in high school, she always thought that the bad attitude of the math teacher to her was because her grades were not good, which disappointed her.

At that time, Meng Yihuan was able to study mathematics hard, but he couldn't improve his grades no matter what, and the math teacher made a lot of eyes. Later, he became more and more numb, and even gave up the subject.

Fortunately, Meng Yihuan thought, fortunately, at that time, I didn't know how the math teacher looked at me, otherwise I would have to cry aggrieved.

"You are so guilty that you can't even speak? Meng Yihuan, you have disappointed the teacher. If you continue like this, I think I need to talk to your parents." The math teacher sneered when he said this, and his tone was a bit more Disdain "don't even find the gunman to replace the parents"

The math teacher thinks that forty points are beyond Meng Yihuan's reach.

"The teacher doesn't want anything else from you, thank God for not harming the society in the future, Amitabha Buddha"

"You are sick! It's none of your business what I do, old woman!" Emotions finally burst out uncontrollably.Meng Yihuan's roar broke.

I'm so angry, I'm so angry, this kind of person is also worthy of being a teacher?Does she understand the four characters of being a teacher?Does she deserve it?

Meng Yihuan couldn't suppress his anger, and opened his eyes angrily.Get ready to rant.

Wait, open your eyes?

Meng Yihuan looked at the ceiling of her single room, the fan was still blowing, she was lying on the bed with a dazed expression.

what happened?Why did he wake up at that time?

Meng Yihuan was angry and annoyed, and still a little confused, what's going on?

So I woke up when I was preparing for Zaun to scold that old woman?That must have woken him up.

The chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy boulder, and Meng Yihuan hit the mattress in anger.

Good guy, I didn't want to take the exam, but I let myself take all the exams, and I got angry and prepared to educate this bad-mouthed teacher, but he woke up.

No, how can I bear this anger.Meng Yihuan sat up and looked out the window, it was getting late.

After going to the toilet, ordering some food, and washing her body, Meng Yihuan was full of fighting spirit and searched a bunch of swear words on Baidu.

After silently reciting it, Meng Yihuan fell asleep again.

The author has something to say: Meng Yihuan’s old ancestor is settled down hahahahahaha