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In the group, there were a few brave people who hung up their accounts and posted a few smirks or cute welcome emojis. Zhuo Jue looked up and looked around. There were a few boys and girls smiling at this side. The only difference is these few, he raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly invisible smile.

The class preparation bell rang, and the students who gathered together dispersed in an instant and returned to their respective positions. He took a last look at the line in the group and turned off the screen.

"Brother" invited you to join the group chat.

Although it was just a formulaic reminder from WeChat, he felt that this would be the beginning of the story.

The last class in the morning is a political class. The political teacher is up and down, and the students below are drowsy.A big fan was blowing overhead, but it couldn't blow away the sleepy bugs.

Lin You flipped through the reference answers, and according to those analysis, it was a bit difficult to convince himself——

Item A does not match the meaning of the question, item B is not reflected in the title, item C is correct according to the meaning of the question, and item D is intellectually wrong, so...

It's all talking, and the answer can be whatever you want.

The meaning of this question is metaphysics, and whether it is reflected or not depends entirely on the understanding of the teacher who wrote the question.

Lin You can't change the teacher who gave the question, he can only change his own thinking, and try his best to rely on the teacher's thinking.After correcting the wrong multiple-choice questions, he sighed.

The multiple-choice questions of Wenzong are indeed like gambling. If you win the bet, you will come back against the wind. If you lose the bet, there is no cure.

At least half of the whole class was lying down, and it was too spectacular to sweep over. A few people looked up at the teacher, and it seemed that the whole classroom was empty.The teacher didn't care, he just talked about himself, glanced at the bottom occasionally, opened his mouth to say what he wanted to say, he didn't care about the process, as long as the result was OK.

The pen twirled back and forth a few times at the fingertips, and as the owner's head swayed, the hand didn't catch it, and it fell on the book with a thud, making a muffled sound.

Lin You yawned, forcing some physical tears from his eyes, he couldn't hold it anymore.

The silver-rimmed glasses he was wearing were taken off, and he stretched out one arm, resting his face on it, sleeping unscrupulously, but took out the phone with the other hand, and made an excellent blocking posture with his body .

In fact, there is nothing to do, and he is not going to play with his mobile phone, he just wants to use this state to stay awake.He has always adhered to the idea that it is better to be awake than to fall asleep. As a result, his mobile phone was taken away several times. The teacher who heard his explanation denounced fallacies and excuses.

The screen turned off and on for no reason, turned on and off again, Lin You's squinted eyes suddenly widened slightly, and saw the pop-up notification of an incoming WeChat call.

It's mom.

The mute is turned on, and the WeChat call interface is beating silently.

He rubbed his fingers, hesitated for a while, and when he found the earphone to connect it, the other party had already hung up.

Disappointment and loss flashed across his eyes.He pursed his lips, and when he was about to turn off the screen, his mother suddenly sent a WeChat message.

Mom: I forgot you were in class, Mom and Dad are at home now.

Mom: Youyou, can I come back for lunch?

Mom: Of course it’s okay if you can’t come back, study comes first.

Actually surprised.

Because it's only been a month since I saw my parents last time, how come back from a business trip so soon this time?

Lin You's drowsiness completely dissipated, and she was able to make a few competition papers in one breath when she was sober.

He moved his fingers.

Wood: I'll be right back.

Their work is really too busy, and they have a lot of assignments and business trips. Sometimes they can only rest in other places, and they can't even go home. Occasionally, they can only come back for a meal.

There are still about 10 minutes before the end of get out of class. He simply closed the book, put his mobile phone in his pocket, and sneaked out of the classroom through the back door.

When Lin's father and Lin's mother were still spreading hot dishes on the table, they saw their children striding back from the window.

Maybe it was because he was running too fast, the hair on his forehead was blown by the wind to reveal his fair and clean forehead, his eyes were slightly squinted under the sunshine, and he turned into the corridor with a few steps, and his figure disappeared.

The door was quickly opened.

Holding a spatula, Mother Lin came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. She saw her son panting slightly with his legs propped up, and asked in surprise, "So fast? Is school over yet?"

Lin You opened his mouth: "get out of class is over early."

He glanced at the entrance, and there were two pairs of shoes on the shoe shelf. A pair of women's shoes and a pair of men's leather shoes that did not belong to him were neatly placed on the ground, full of dust.

Dad shook the water in his hand, saw his son's eyes lit up, walked over and pushed him in, "What are you doing in a daze, wash your hands, today I have your favorite braised prawns in oil."

Lin You was pushed down to sit on the seat. There were a lot of dishes today, and the table was full. It was a rare dish he liked.

It's not that you can't eat it normally, but the taste at home that can't be made in restaurants and canteens.

"How are you doing at school recently? Are you doing well in your studies?" Father Lin reached out to peel a prawn and put it in his son's bowl.

"It's just the same," Lin You stuffed the peeled shrimps into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up and he was a little confused, he raised his thumb, "Both arts and sciences, he is number one everywhere."

"Okay, as expected of my son!" No matter which parent heard that the child was studying well, they were all excited.Dad slapped Lin You on the back, almost choked Lin You, and coughed hard.

"Why are you so indifferent." Lin's mother glared at Lin's father, and quickly filled a bowl of soup, "Hurry up and drink some soup, I don't know what to say about your father."

Papa Lin laughed a few times in embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject.

"You said you, who studied well in science class before, suddenly said that you want to study literature, and there is no sign at all."

Lin You buried her head in the soup, listening to her parents chattering about the transfer of the text, feeling a little depressed.

"There are many science students, and there are many majors to choose from. Tell me, what do you think?" Dad was still talking, but Lin's mother saw that Lin You's face seemed to be looking bad, so she hurriedly interrupted, "You are talking interesting now. Besides, do our children need to worry about this, Youyou is so good."

"Hey, that's right." In fact, Dad Lin didn't care much about the choice of arts and sciences. He just saw his son and couldn't help rambling. After being praised by his mother, he died down.

"Okay." Although Lin You's compliments to his parents were beneficial, he got a little indigestion after hearing too much, and each of them picked up a chopsticks dish, "It turns out that there are people in the class who can't get along with each other, and they are annoying, so they just left. "

"Ah?" Lin's father and Lin's mother looked at each other in dismay. It was indeed the first time they had heard about this. Although they had been doing business outside all the year round, in order to know about their son's dynamic gossip at school, they added Lu De One is called the confession wall.

They have seen photos of their sons hung on the wall many times, and many girls are vying to confess their love, and the comments below are all praises, thinking that their son is handsome, has good grades, and has a good temper.

What kind of person must be to be unable to get along with his own son?