At the end of October, the weather in Taoshi was so cold that I had to add a pair of warm clothes to my school uniform.

After the drill, the school returned to normal teaching order. After all, the biggest, and possibly the only, mission of a group of students now is to study.

The window in the classroom was leaking. After a night of freezing, the cold air penetrated into his sleeves, and his fingers were stiff from the cold. Mu Qingyun took the small electric heating bag given by Wang Mengmeng and warmed himself with two rolls of paper. Only then did he feel better.

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Jia Junhao smiled and said: "People who practice martial arts have full Qi and blood and are not afraid of cold and heat. It seems that they still can't learn at home."

As he said that, regardless of Mu Qingyun's eyes, he handed over a thick stack of German materials.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing as he read through it.

It's actually a comic book.

It talks about all kinds of new things that a person encountered when traveling to Germany. It describes various scenic spots in humorous language. It also contains history, humanities, customs and habits. Overall, it seems that the written language and spoken language are mixed. When reading,

Very interesting.

Jia Junhao smiled and said: "It's something written by Mr. Xiao Fang."

Mu Qingyun understood.

No matter where Mr. Xiao Fang goes, he never leaves his pen. The notebook he carries around may be more popular when printed than the novels he writes.

After all, his novels are relatively niche. Those who love them love them very much and are all die-hard fans, but there are also many who don't like them. Compared with those popular literary works, his income is still far behind.

Mu Qingyun read the German materials with lowered eyebrows and listened to Teacher Zhang's words on the podium word for word.

In fact, it is about selecting class cadres.

When entering school for the first time, class cadres are randomly appointed by the teacher. Of course, generally speaking, once the teacher has appointed them, the selection is just a formality and usually they will not change.

Only this time, Fang Gu, who was acting as the monitor, went to talk to Teacher Zhang. There had been a lot of trouble at home recently, and his mother was ill.

Teacher Zhang thought for a while and said: "Since it is not convenient for Fang Gu to take care of you little brats, then let's choose another big housekeeper in our class. I wonder which student is willing to shoulder the heavy responsibility? Students, are there any?

Do you want to recommend someone?"

"I suggest that Mu Qingyun be the squad leader."

Before the teacher finished speaking, Wang Mengmeng shouted at the top of her lungs.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

When many students heard this, some actually agreed with it, and the classroom was noisy for a while.

It can only be said that Mu Qingyun's participation in the exercise this time really left a very deep impression on the whole class.

So do teachers.

Mu Qingyun came to school today and met the dean of students on the way. He stopped and said a few words to her.

For a moment, the students were talking to each other as if they were going to finalize this matter.

Liu Fang quickly retracted the hand she was about to raise, her face turned slightly red, but she held her neck and pretended to be nonchalant.

Mu Qingyun breathed out, half-heartedly thinking about a few reasons why he was not suitable to be the monitor, and said: "Teacher, I am stupid. Being the squad leader will distract me from studying. It is better to let the students who have the spare capacity to stand up and do the work for our class."

Contribute.”

Teacher Zhang raised his eyebrows: "That's it, the other class cadres will remain unchanged for the time being."

Yeah, just pretend you didn’t hear it at all.

Mu Qingyun was startled for a moment, and a slight chuckle appeared deep in his heart, as if he felt a little nostalgic. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Ever since he was a child, the class cadres had nothing to do with her, so where did the nostalgia come from?

But I only felt a little weird for a moment, and then I felt very calm.

Mu Qingyun guessed that maybe her previous life also served as a monitor?

She suddenly laughed. She knew that in the previous life, the big man was used to standing on a high place and looking down at all living beings. He also loved to play with the world and was not limited to things or obsessed with his heart.

Did such a person also go to school and be a child boss?

Then she started laughing again, that was natural, no matter how big a person she was, she would still have to go through baby, toddler, childhood, teenager... not a single step away.

In high school, the class monitor actually doesn't have much to do. Except for the fact that sometimes the teacher is absent and evening self-study requires the class monitor to sit at the desk and keep an eye on discipline, there is basically nothing else.

Class representatives from each subject are even there to collect homework.

For a time, Mu Qingyun's study and life were on the right track. Everything before seemed like a dream.

Today, I just finished an English class.

Their English teacher's surname is Chen. She is a middle-aged female teacher in her forties. Her level is not low, but Mu Qingyun thinks her accent is a little stiff and sounds a bit awkward.

Throughout the class, Teacher Chen took out all the compositions from the papers she had written last month and talked about them, and then selected two classic ones for the students to read out.

Then review each article one by one.

When Mu Qingyun was called, Teacher Chen finished listening to the composition she read. He frowned and held the pen in his mouth for a long time, but he asked her to sit down without saying anything.

It was only then that Mu Qingyun realized that the article she was writing was about the war between the Ming Kingdom and the Three Islands in the 19th Restricted Area a hundred years ago.

This matter is not widely circulated, and no one has done any research on it, or even knows about it.

It's really not a good review.

After class, Teacher Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he left the classroom.

It feels like it’s getting harder and harder to get a salary these days, and it’s hard for students to cope with it.

During class, the wind outside the window blew the fallen leaves wildly.

Mu Qingyun was writing an English composition smoothly when Jia Junhao's voice suddenly sounded.

"See for yourself, does the word "you" match your romantic article?"

That is to say, the existence of Jia Junhao sometimes makes Mu Qingyun have a clearer understanding of her drifting academic career - the most important thing is homework and learning, and she is still far behind.

I adjusted my posture of holding the pen very seriously, and I was more attentive, and the words were just as Teacher Jia hoped, elegant and beautiful.

Zhou Yuan suddenly looked up at Mu Qingyun, his heart felt hot, he thought about it, and quickly took out the physics exercise book, and then tried to do the few questions that he had copied Fang Mo's answers to yesterday because he was lazy.

She usually likes to be lazy, but recently whenever she sees Classmate Mu, she feels that she shouldn't be.

Zhou Yuan actually paid attention to classmate Mu when she first entered school. At that time, she was more or less in sympathy with her. She was not good-looking and was ridiculed for being fat.

In high school, especially in the first year of high school, they are said to be children, but many of them think that they are already old. They pursue individuality and independence, but they are easily influenced by others.

There are naughty students in the class who like to comment on who is good-looking and who is ugly. They also like to give people nicknames. They may not be malicious themselves, but these students who are criticized are sensitive.

If you do this, you will inevitably feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Yuan was like dough that had risen in the past two years. She suddenly gained a lot of weight. She felt that she was out of place. She was careful about everything and always felt that others were laughing at her.

Recently, she had often felt depressed, but when she saw Mu Qingyun during the exercise, she suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether she was fat, thin, white or black, whether she was worthy of respect from others or not.

"Zhou Yuan, why are you so wide?"

Zhou Yuan was deep in thought when he suddenly heard the joking voice of his deskmate Li Qiang, "Forget it, you're just wasting your own clothes and fabrics, but you're also wasting my table and my space, no."

Some students around him suddenly laughed.

Some students couldn't help but frown.

Zhou Yuan suddenly froze, his face turned pale a little, and his eyes turned red.

Li Qiang: "Tsk, if others cry, it will bring rain to the pear blossoms. You are so big-faced that you can't even watch when you cry. Do you expect others to care whether you cry or not?"

Fang Mo frowned, stood up, placed Li Qiang's messy pencil case on Zhou Yuan's side, and swept the books over: "Shut up, I'll go to Teacher Zhang."

Li Qiang raised his eyebrows and whistled, then turned around with a look of helplessness: "Look, I really can't take a joke!"

He was so arrogant that it seemed like it was Zhou Yuan and Fang Mo's fault.

Mu Qingyun gently put down his pen, turned to look at Li Qiang, and looked him up and down.

Even though she hadn't spoken yet, all the students who were lowering their heads and laughing slowly stopped talking.

Mu Qingyun didn't even move, the expression on his face was not serious, and his figure was not tall and powerful, but everyone just felt like a mouse sees a cat or a frog sees a snake.

Li Qiang was also a little embarrassed.

Mu Qingyun stared at him and sneered: "Look at you, you have frog eyes, windy ears, a pig nose that is no longer than your neck, and you have bad breath. You are so ugly that even breathing makes people feel like a waste. Oh, A Yuan, I am really wronged.

You, fortunately, it’s just such a small one, so if you raise your head a little higher, you can pretend you can’t see it.”

Zhou Yuan: "Pfft!"

"you!"

Li Qiang felt very ashamed because of the atmosphere, and said angrily, "You think it's great if you come first in the exercise."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mu Qingyun staring at him coldly. He was so angry that he immediately suppressed it, his eyes evasive.

Mu Qingyun patted Zhou Yuan on the shoulder and said coldly: "Anyway, I know that people like you don't dare to say anything remarkable."

"Listen, I don't want to say anything about how you should respect others as you do things. Anyway, if some people think it's fun to humiliate others, you can give it a try."
Chapter completed!