My imagination has come true

Chapter 31 Influence
At the end of October, the weather in Taoshi was so cold that it was necessary to add warm clothes to the school uniform.

After the exercise, the school resumed its normal teaching order. After all, the biggest, or even the only task of a group of students is to study.

The windows in the classroom leaked air. After a night of freezing cold, the cold air penetrated straight into the sleeves, and his fingers were frozen stiff. Mu Qingyun took the small electric warm bag from Wang Mengmeng and warmed himself with two rolls of papers. Only then did he feel better .

Jia Junhao said with a smile: "People who practice martial arts are full of energy and blood, and they 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 white eyes, he stuffed a thick stack of German materials.

As soon as Mu Qingyun flipped through the pages, he couldn't help laughing.

It's a comic book.

It talks about all kinds of new things that a person encounters when he travels to Germany. It describes various scenic spots in a humorous language, which is also mixed with history, culture, customs and habits. On the whole, written language and spoken language are mixed. Read it very interesting.

Jia Junhao smiled and said, "It's something Mr. Fang wrote."

Mu Qingyun understood.

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

After all, his novels are relatively small, loved by those who love them, and they are all loyal fans, but there are also many who don't catch a cold. Compared with those popular literary works, the income is still a lot worse.

Mu Qingyun looked at the German materials with lowered eyebrows, and listened to Teacher Zhang's speech on the podium without saying a word.

In fact, it is the matter of selecting class cadres.

When you first enter school, the class cadres are appointed by the teacher at will. Of course, generally speaking, the teacher has appointed it, and the selection is just a formality, and usually it will not change.

Only this time, Fang Gu, the acting class monitor, went to talk to Teacher Zhang. His family had a lot of troubles recently, and his mother fell 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 choose another big housekeeper in our class. I wonder if there is any student who is willing to take on the burden? Do you want to recommend candidates?"

"I suggest that the squad leader let Mu Qingyun do it."

Before the teacher finished speaking, Wang Mengmeng opened her throat and shouted.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

When some students heard it, they actually agreed with it, and there was an uproar in the classroom 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.

The same goes for the teachers.

Today, when Mu Qingyun came to school, he met the dean on the way and stopped to speak to her.

For a moment, the students talked to each other, as if they wanted to settle the matter.

Liu Fang quickly retracted the hand that was about to be raised, her face flushed slightly, but she stuck her neck and pretended to be nonchalant.

Mu Qingyun let out a sigh of relief, half-distracted and thought about a few reasons why he was not suitable to be the class leader, and said: "Teacher, I am stupid, and being a class leader will distract me from studying, so let the students who have spare energy stand up and do things for our class collectively." Contribute."

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

Well, I didn't hear it at all.

Mu Qingyun was stunned for a moment, a faint smile emerged from the bottom of her heart, as if she had a little nostalgia, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, since she was a child, the class leader has nothing to do with her, so where does the nostalgia come from?

But it was only for a moment that he felt a little weird, and then his mood was very calm.

Mu Qingyun guessed, maybe in her previous life, she was also the class monitor?

She laughed all of a sudden, she knew that in the previous life, the boss used to stand on a high place, looking down on all living beings, and loved to play games in the world, not confined to things, not lingering in his mind.

Did such a person ever go to school and be the head of a child?

Then she laughed again, that's natural, no matter what kind of big person she is, she still has to go through a baby, a toddler, a childhood, a teenager... not one step away.

In high school, the class leader actually doesn’t have much to do, except that sometimes the teacher is not there, and the class leader needs to sit at the desk to watch discipline in the evening self-study, basically there is nothing else.

There are class representatives of each subject even for homework.

For a while, Mu Qingyun's study and life were on the right track, and all the things in the past were 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 40s, her level is not low, but Mu Qingyun thinks her accent is a bit stiff and sounds a bit awkward.

For the whole class, Mr. Chen took out all the compositions of the papers he had done last month, and then picked two more classic ones for the students to read out what they had written.

Then review one by one.

When she clicked on Mu Qingyun, Teacher Chen finished listening to her composition, frowned and dazed for a while with the pen in her mouth, but asked her to sit down without saying a word.

It was only then that Mu Qingyun realized that her article was about the war between the Ming Kingdom and the Three Islands in No. 19 restricted area a hundred years ago.

This matter is not widely circulated, and no one has done research on it specifically, and they don't even know about it.

It's really not good.

After class, Teacher Chen was also relieved to leave the classroom.

I feel that the salary is becoming more and more difficult to get now, and it is difficult for all the students to cope with it.

During the class break, the wind outside the window blows the fallen leaves and flies wildly.

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

"Look for yourself, does your word match your romantic article?"

That is, the existence of Jia Junhao, from time to time, will allow Mu Qingyun to have a clearer understanding of her own study career of following the crowd-the most important thing is homework, and she is still far behind.

He adjusted the posture of holding the pen in a very serious way, and he was more careful, and the writing was just as Mr. Jia hoped, with beauty in the elegance.

Zhou Yuan suddenly raised his head to look at Mu Qingyun. Mu Qingyun was concentrating on his homework, and the whispers around him did not affect her at all.

"So handsome!"

She suddenly felt hot, thought for a while, and quickly took out the physics exercise book, and then did the few questions that she was lazy yesterday and copied Fang Mo's answers.

She is usually a bit lazy, but recently, whenever she sees classmate Mu, she feels that she shouldn't.

Zhou Yuan actually paid attention to classmate Mu when she first entered school. At that time, she was more or less sympathetic. During the two years of adolescence, she suddenly gained a lot of weight, and felt that she was out of place. It felt like others were laughing at her.

Recently, she has often been depressed because of this, and she can't help being a little distracted in her studies. Mu Qingyun, she suddenly felt that the most important thing for her now is to study.

A classmate as good as Mu is still studying hard every day, let alone her?
Zhou Yuan secretly said cheers.

(End of this chapter)