Goddess routine

The spring and autumn in the Northland passed in the blink of an eye, followed by the severe winter.

At five o'clock, when the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice, Mo Xiaobei got up, drank a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun with pickled vegetables in the cafeteria, and then ran to the classroom non-stop.

At this time, the school guard who was in charge of pulling the lights had just turned on all the lights, and the teaching building was shrouded in misty water mist, filled with dim lights, which made people feel warm and indescribably ambiguous when they looked at it.

Panting and running to the classroom, she first cleaned the classroom spotless, then ran out of the school gate, went outside to buy two drawers of freshly baked steamed dumplings with two cups of soy milk, and then ran back vigorously to clean those Put the food on the seat on the left in front of the Sumerians, and then take out the book and study it carefully.

When she did these things, she would do them when there was no one in the classroom, but she was earlier, and someone was earlier than her.

An Peiyao got up at 04:30, ran four or five laps to the playground, and when she came back, she was standing at the door and happened to see her putting those things next to Su Ziqing's seat like a thief.

Her eyes were slightly heavy, and she didn't say anything. After Mo Xiaobei sat down and took out the book to read, she pretended that she had just arrived in the classroom, opened the door and walked in.

"Peiyao, you went running again." Living together for almost a semester, Mo Xiaobei got to know her very well, and gradually calmed down her temper.

He greeted her with a smile, "Have you eaten yet?"

An Peiyao ignored her, just took out the book with dense notes from the desk, looked back at her lightly, "Have you had a good time with Su Ziqing recently?"

It might as well be that she asked this suddenly, Mo Xiaobei felt guilty, and stammered blushingly, "Ah... well... sometimes... I have to go to Teacher Su to get the test papers, so... I just left with her, and then... I just... just messed around. Ripe."

"Really." An Peiyao nodded indifferently and stopped talking.

Mo Xiaobei patted his chest, rejoicing, when he saw her turn her head abruptly, and said calmly, "I found a nice house yesterday, it's very close to the school, and the two of us only need to pay 200 yuan for a month's rent. , after school today, don't go, come and have a look with me."

"Oh, good." Mo Xiaobei nodded quickly, the school will expel students next semester, it's better for them to prepare early.

After saying this, An Peiyao concentrated on reading and stopped talking, and Mo Xiaobei stopped talking, and started to read the English words in his hand intently.

It was too cold, the students complained, the school had to change the time for self-study in the morning, so when the hands of the clock hanging in the classroom pointed to six, other people in the class rushed over one after another.

Riding an electric scooter to the classroom in a hurry, Su Ziqing was about to buy some breakfast when he suddenly remembered that today was the day when he and Ji Lingyu were on duty, and he couldn't care less about eating, so he was busy dragging Ji Ling who wanted to buy siu mai Rain ran into the classroom.

In the classroom, one-third of the students came, but the companions in their group who were on duty did not arrive, but when they took a look at the ground, they were swept clean, even the blackboard was wiped clean, and the podium was even wiped clean. People sorted it out.

Su Ziqing was taken aback, and pulled Ji Lingyu, who was still teasing whether she was a conch girl, to his seat and took a look. Sure enough, he saw the food still hot and a note full of neat handwriting on it, "You guys on duty I've already made a portion, and the rest will be handed over to the rest of your group. The food is hot, so don't worry about spoiling your stomach."

"Hey, this is really a conch girl!" Ji Lingyu saw the words on it and exclaimed, "I even bought the food. Ziqing, this couldn't be done by someone who has a crush on you, right? But that crush Your people are really stingy, why do you only send us warmth when we are on duty, if you send me food every day, then I can stay in bed for a while longer."

"Okay, you are not greedy enough to swallow the elephant." Su Ziqing said with a smile, and handed her another item on the table, "Sit down and finish reading soon."

"Hey, it's chemistry and physics again this morning, and I have to listen to those two bald old men talking about it again." Ji Lingyu sighed, picked up his things and sat down, chewing and taking books at the same time.

Su Ziqing didn't answer her words, his eyes lingered on the eater on the seat and Mo Xiaobei who was concentrating on reading on the right back, and finally turned into a helpless smile.

Gentleness is a beast, and thoughtfulness is poison/medicine.When the warm and light sunlight in winter slowly falls to every corner of the small county, the ordinary but real life is slowly grinding away like running water.

The unhappiness during the beginning of school, as time goes by, people slowly forget.

No one remembers a girl with straight bangs, and no one remembers a girl who likes to watch anime and gossip.

In the daily life of the students, apart from reading books and chatting about celebrity gossip, there is nothing else to entertain them.

Time passed like water, and it was the end of the first semester of high school in a blink of an eye, and it was time to divide into classes.

The school puts more emphasis on science than literature, and there are only eight liberal arts classes in the whole grade, and the rest are all science classes.

Before the division of subjects, the school held a mock exam, and Mo Xiaobei was barely kicked out of the science class with 92 points in physics, 73 points in chemistry and [-] points in biology.

The other girls who were poor in science in the class were not so lucky, especially a girl who was caught three times by their bald head teacher for playing with her mobile phone during evening self-study. After the phone was crushed, she was ordered to report to the liberal arts class on the first floor with her book.

The girl came out of the office covering her face, crying and shouting, "I don't study liberal arts! You are not my parents, why should you decide for me!"

There was a loud bang at the office door, and then the bald head teacher came out and slapped her across the face, "Poor grades will slow down the class! I don't want you, and I don't want you in this class. I'll see where you go go!"

Seeing that bald old man in his 30s but with a 50-year-old Mediterranean face trembling his tendons and saying such words, Mo Xiaobei felt uncomfortable for a while.

The bald head teacher is really inhumane. During his class, no one is allowed to desert and others are not allowed to intervene. If he answers a question wrong, he is dragged into the office and beaten and kicked.

I heard from their biology teacher that the last class of girls taught by the bald head teacher broke a rib in the second monthly exam when his chemistry score was [-] points lower than the first.

Thanks to him, their class was shrouded in shadow for the whole school year, and they didn't know what to do every day except study. Even Ji Lingyu, who likes to fight with those boys, came to the classroom, didn't say a word, just Blindly read a book.

Mo Xiaobei is a person who can't bear to look at other people's faces and do things. After the application form for the school's liberal arts department was sent out, she didn't tell her parents and filled out the application without hesitation.

On the day of the official classification, she carried her schoolbag and a thick stack of books and walked from the fifth floor to the first floor where the school arranged for liberal arts students.

The March breeze passed through the corridor at the door of the class, blew on her face, and scattered the test papers she was holding all over the floor.

She was so tired that her face was flushed, and when she was about to bend down to pick it up with difficulty, a slender white hand stretched out, took a paperweight and pressed down the pile of test papers she was holding. Pick up the pile of things and give it to her.

"Su Ziqing."

The girl in front of her smiled gently, but when she saw her, Mo Xiaobei cried out in surprise.

Seeing the stack of books in her hands, she was even more surprised, "You are..."

The girl in front of her smiled gently, "I got a terrible headache reading those physical and chemical formulas. In comparison, Romance is more suitable for me."

"What kind of romance, isn't it that we can't stand that bald man who only knows how to beat people?"

After she finished speaking, Ji Lingyu came out from behind her, holding a stack of thick books in her hands, and said in a low voice, "Even girls can do it, the girl sitting in front of me is here to be my aunt." In the ice and snow, he was pulled under the flagpole to do hundreds of leapfrogs, and finally fell to the ground with a stomachache and was dragged away by the ambulance. That old man, tormenting people like this is really worthless."

"Who told him that the students he teaches have a high probability of going to a key university? The school just turned a blind eye." Su Ziqing smiled helplessly and shook her head, "Even so, there are still many people who are unwilling to leave. It seems that the five of us went to the liberal arts class."

Indeed, compared to going to a good university, suffering a little flesh and blood is really nothing.Future is more important than suffering.

Just like the girl whose mobile phone was dropped and beaten, she stubbornly tore up the shift list when it was handed out.

Her family begged the principal to ask the old man not to do anything to her. It just so happened that after Mo Xiaobei left, there was a spot for her, so she stayed naturally.

When she was walking around, the class was about to start a physics class. He was over forty years old, and the physics teacher who usually liked to brag about how good he was, an old man with a pot belly, happened to come in from the door. When he saw her, his big nose was wrinkled, and the corners of his eyes were cocked. After a while, he said disdainfully, "If you pass, the average physics score of our class will also improve, just right."

Mo Xiaobei ignored him, just hugged her own things, and left the place she hated no matter where it was, without looking back.

Because she secretly read Ji Lingyu's volunteer form, Tang Wenxian also enrolled in the liberal arts class despite her parents' obstruction.

On the other hand, An Peiyao, because the school felt that the emphasis on science over literature would cause people to gossip, it stipulated that when science students enter the liberal arts class, those who rank among the top three in the grade with excellent grades will receive a scholarship of [-] yuan, and the remaining two years will be exempted. Annual tuition fee, also chose liberal arts.

However, because Tang Wenxian asked her brother to find a class dean and put her and Ji Lingyu together, she happened to be in the same class as the two beauties because her grades were similar to those of the two beauties.

An Peiyao entered the eighth class next door, and Anji, the only one in the dormitory who was forced by her parents to choose science, cried while helping them pack their things, saying, "Xiaobei, Wenxian, Peiyao, If I'm beaten to death by that old bald man in the future, remember to collect my body."

Recalling how she was crying with snot and tears all over her face, Mo Xiaobei smiled helplessly. Arts and sciences were not that important to her, and she was happier than anything else to be able to stay in the same class with these two beauties.

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