MTL - My Sister is Very Obsessive-Chapter 30 : The same class after the summer solstice

The arc-shaped shell-shaped dome exudes a faint silver glow in the sunset. The gymnasium, which integrates modern technology and architectural art, has become one of the landmark buildings of the school.

Shady ginkgo trees line both sides of the road, and there are many Porsches and Maseratis on the dark and shiny concrete road.

I avoided the main road and walked on the rubble rubble path winding through the green grass.

The setting sun spreads like gold, and the unkempt head watering the flowers in the distance sprays a layer of light mist, and the sunlight is refracted and resolved into colorful rainbow rays.

He didn't deliberately avoid the trickling water on the road, stepped on it, and left a string of wet footprints behind him.

By the time I got to the gym, the staff were packing up and getting ready to leave work.

"Hello, are you here to get your military training uniform?"

I asked the nearest student with a red armband, who was suspected to be a senior student from the student council.

He turned his head to look at me, and there was a trace of exhaustion on his slightly pimple-stained face, so even his tone seemed a little impatient,

"Fill out the form."

Saying that, he took a form and gave it to me.

I took the pen and filled in the form with the class, name, student number, and model number of clothes I needed, and then handed the form back with a smile and a thank you.

Or infected by my emotions, he also showed a slight smile that was not very obvious, and then found the model I needed in a pile of clothes,

"Military training uniforms are 300 yuan each, which are purchased voluntarily by students. If you don't want them after the military training, you can donate them to the school youth association or the college youth association. We will donate them to children in poor mountainous areas."

I smiled and nodded. I don’t think it could be any better for their behavior. Sometimes, throwing away things you don’t want is not a good choice. Make the best use of your talents and make the best use of everything. This is communism. what a socialist society should have.

After picking up the clothes, there was not much time left for me to rush to a teaching.

I hugged my clothes and walked and ran towards Yijiao...

When I learned about the school before, I probably learned from the school history column on the school's official website that the school was established when it resisted the war of aggression. Today, the school has a history of nearly 80 years.

As the first teaching building of the school, although it has been renovated several times, now standing in front of it, the strong sense of historical heaviness still makes me awestruck.

White walls and black tiles, flying eaves, arc-shaped windows, and empty corridors…

The perfect combination of Chinese solemnity and European elegance seems to demonstrate the splendor of the oriental magic capital in that special period.

I couldn't help taking a deep breath, suppressing my beating heart, and then strode into the teaching building.

Soon I arrived at the door of classroom 303. This is a large classroom with a full capacity of about 200 people. Looking at the darkness inside, I estimate that there are more than 180 people.

Instead of going through the front door, I entered through the back door and sat in a corner of the last row.

Today is the first class meeting before the school starts. All students will take the initiative to choose the middle or front position, hoping to leave a deep impression on the class guide or other students.

Of course, this is almost impossible, unless you are really handsome, or beautiful - not half of Chen Sisi, one tenth is enough to impress the whole class.

Most people either feel too good about themselves or feel too inferior, and very few people can have self-awareness.

That's fine, everyone moved towards the middle and front, and I was happy to occupy the three seats beside me.

Looking left and right, most of the classmates present were talking quietly, but most of them were in groups of four, and at first glance they were roommates in the same dormitory.

I put the clothes man on the seat next to me, forcibly occupying a seat, and then I took out my mobile phone and brushed up on the essence of FT Global Finance.

What satisfies me most about this website is not its foreign media background, but that it is very shallow in politics. Don't ask me why I hate politics, hate is hate, and there is no reason.

After I refreshed the information, I clicked on an article called "Globalization will abandon the United States and move on", and switched the reading mode to English.

It's not that I'm fascinated by foreigners, but because, recently, national leaders have encouraged contemporary young people to learn English well and tell our stories.

Therefore, I will work hard to learn English well and spread the inheritance of our country's excellent civilization.

Cultural invasion, all the time...

Even though I think my English is not bad and I have read some books in original English, English is not my native language and it seems to be quite slow.

When I was about two-thirds of the way through, class guide Li Wenmin walked into the classroom neatly.

When I looked up, I realized that the classroom was almost full at this time, although there were still vacancies, but not many.

There are about five or six classes here, all of them should be led by Li Wenmin.

In today's universities, the number of students is increasing year by year, but the number of teachers is increasing very slowly. One class leader leads five or six classes and nearly 200 students. From this, it can be seen that the school's Teachers have been unable to keep up.

Recruiting more students and charging more money, recruiting less teachers and spending less money is really frustrating...

I am just a little emotional. I am not against the expansion of the enrollment. On the contrary, I am very supportive of the expansion of the enrollment. The more people go to college, the more people will learn modern knowledge.

"Under the whole world, there will be no more foolish people", the wish that Confucius did not realize has now become the norm. Knowledge, which was once only in the hands of the nobility, can be called the ability to change fate against the sky. Now, it has "flyed into the Ordinary people's home".

"Classmates, everyone, I am your class counselor. My name is Li Wenmin. In the next six years, I will accompany you to live and grow together."

There was thunderous applause, and I clapped my palms lightly, not flushing with excitement like most people, and clapping my hands red.

Li Wenmin smiled and squeezed his hands,

"I have been a class instructor in our school for four years. I used to work in the School of Information, and I was adjusted by the school this year..."

She began to talk freely about her work experience, combining her own experience from time to time, giving me a lot of blood that was not too successful.

I yawned a little disinterestedly, success learning and chicken soup for the soul are my least favorites, so I bowed my head and prepared to read the remaining one-third of the information.

Just when everyone was immersed in the inextricable excitement of the class guide's chicken soup, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the back door of the classroom gently opening.

So I turned my head curiously, and a girl in a red short-sleeved shirt and black synthetic sweatpants hooked her waist and sneaked in.

Seeing her "thief eyebrows and mouse eyes" looking around, looking for a seat, I couldn't help but smile knowingly. I know this girl, the girl who was born after Lixia.

"Xia Xiaoman, here, here!"

I whispered to the girl and waved.

Xu Shi heard someone calling her, she quickly turned her head towards me, and the confusion in her eyes was replaced by a smile.

She hurriedly walked over with her waist hooked. After sitting down, she raised her hand to fan herself while panting for a long time.

Sitting next to her, I could clearly feel the damp heat radiating from her body, and even the sound of her heartbeat could be vaguely heard.

It was probably because I came back late from a part-time job, I turned my head towards her, the slightly brownish black hair was soaked in sweat, the hair by the ear was tightly attached to my cheek, and the delicate cheek was a little red. Although the skin of the exposed arm is very delicate, it is not as white as a girl's.

The red t-shirt was also tightly attached to her body because of the sweat, which outlined her not very stunning figure.