My Return to Life

　　 It's Sunday in a flash.

　　 In the past few days, Fang Nian occasionally goes to Guan Qiuhe's house for breakfast and dinner.

　　 Not to mention other things, it saves a lot of money, anyway.

　　 is also familiar with Guan Qiuhe.

　　 Fang Nian also found out. Guan Qiuhe doesn't like to laugh at ordinary times. Most of the time, it feels like the cold and cold Fang Nian first saw.

　　Occasionally when Fang Nian sat in front of the computer at night, he also thought about why such unprecedented things would happen to him.

　　 finally came to a conclusion——

　　 Maybe Guan Qiuhe was in a good mood that day, and happened to see the "degenerate" classmate Fang Nian.

　　 So he was a little bit unbearable, and perhaps he also called out something that looked like her brother.

After 　　, Fang Nian deliberately did it by himself, but the superficial skill was as good as always, but it was counterproductive in the end.

　　 caused Guan Qiuhe to have a little misunderstanding.

　　 Guan Qiuhe also said after knowing that Fang Nian used her computer to upload novels, ‘Don’t pretend to be shy as a teenager’.

　　 It is estimated that this is the 50,000 yuan of goodwill...

　　 Sunday is September 14, the fifteenth of the eighth lunar month, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　 After class 5 in the afternoon, Li Donghong walked into the classroom in advance and said.

　　 "Let’s listen. Today, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the first class of the evening self-study, the first grade high school held a cultural performance in the playground."

　　 "The school arranges for the teachers and students in the school to visit. When the time comes, they will bring their own stools. At 6:55, I will go to the playground to roll the call."

　　 After Li Donghong's words fell, most of the people in the audience were stunned.

　　 followed by various whispers.

　　 Fang Nian clearly remembered that there were almost no cultural activities in Tangli No. 8 Middle School.

　　 is basically equal to one time per semester.

　　 And the military training of high school did not end, there will be another military training parade after the end.

　　 It seems that it happened because of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The school may consider some military training factors, or it may be the proposal of military training instructors.

　　 Anyway, there is an unprecedented literary performance.

　　 It's still night.

　　 Fangnian didn't remember this in his impression.

　　 But I can’t tell. In the memory of more than ten years, this is not a big deal.

　　 "There are so many activities for high school freshmen this year. Didn't you talk about the military training show on the 17th?"

　　 "Is this two performances?"

　　 "I don't know, just look at it anyway."

　　 Li Annan and Wang Cheng also beeped a few words.

　　 Li Donghong knocked on the blackboard: "Be quiet, go to class!"

　　 "……"

　　 Before school in the afternoon, Li Donghong walked to the door of the classroom again and said: "Go to the playground ten minutes early. Don't be late. The playground has already been divided into class areas."

　　 The whole class replied in unison: "I see."

　　 As early as the afternoon, the playground has been divided into different classes with lime.

　　 In addition, the school also prepared lighting.

　　 is not the kind of searchlight, nor is it the common spotlight in the city, but it is almost a 100W incandescent lamp for ordinary households.

　　Tang Pear Eighth Middle School may rarely experience night activities, and rarely will there be any in the future.

　　 So in the end, I don’t know if the school directly picked a light bulb for lighting.

　　The wiring of the bulb is the kind of cross-color cable.

　　 To be honest, Fang Nian missed it when he saw it.

　　 is not to say that rural households do not use this type of temporary cable.

　　 But Fang Nian has never encountered it after returning home several times.

　　 "Annan, help me move the stool by the way."

　　 When walking across the playground to the school gate, Fang Nian followed Li Annan Road who went to the cafeteria.

"Row."

　　 Li Annan nodded: "Oh, there is no basketball anymore in the afternoon."

　　 "It's okay."

　　 "It's been two weeks, I will have an exam again at the end of the month."

　　 "Come on."

"OK……"

　　 "……"

　　 After chatting for a few words, Li Annan entered the canteen, and Fang Nian continued to walk out of the school.

　　 It took more than six to forty years to leave the rental house in the evening.

　　 Taking advantage of this time, he just wrote a chapter.

　　 When he climbed the long stairs to the playground, what Fang Nian saw was a hustle and bustle.

　　Except for the students in the six classes of Grade One who wore camouflage uniforms, they arrived at the playground early and took a rest under the leadership of the instructors;

　　 A total of 14 classes of high school sophomore and high school three, most of the students who study in the evening have already arrived at the playground.

　　 sitting in the area of ​​each class with a square stool not neatly.

　　The teacher in charge of each class stands in front of the caller and maintains order.

　　 Fangnian quickly walked into the area of ​​Class 174 and found Li Annan in no time.

　　 "There are a lot of mosquitoes at night."

　　 As soon as I sat down, I heard Li Annan sitting with a stool bent over, pretending to say.

　　 then immediately revealed the original form.

　　 "Did you pay attention when you walked over? In the afternoon, I saw a nice girl in Class 190."

　　 As soon as Li Annan finished speaking, Wang Chengcheng next to him took over.

　　 "Okay, Annan, I said why I couldn't find you in the afternoon, so I was watching carefully, which one?"

　　 Li Annan pouted his lips: "How can I tell them now? I'll show them to you when they come on stage."

　　 "Hey, you run to the playground after class these days, and you won't get much."

　　 While talking, Li Annan’s eyebrows were already raised.

　　 Wang Cheng pretended to wave his hand: "Low-key and low-key."

　　 "I have seen it. Class 188, Class 193 have it. I haven't found it in other classes."

　　 "Especially the one from Class 193, I have seen her changing clothes this afternoon..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, he was snatched by Li Jun: "I know this. Wang Cheng has said it several times, and every time she said that she would particularly choose clothes, that low-rise jeans, tut..."

　　 As soon as we talked about this, everyone became energetic.

　　 Fangnian didn't interrupt from beginning to end. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 He doesn't have this leisurely thought.

　　 I don’t even know what floor class 188 is on.

　　 It's a pity that Wang Cheng and the others all know Fang Nian's unique vision, so how could they let him go.

　　 "Fang Nian, you can tell me quickly."

　　 "Yes, don't just look at it and say it."

　　 "……"

　　 Fangnian touched his nose, his face solemnly said: "I just swept my eyes when I came just now and didn't pay much attention."

　　 "There is a little girl in the corner who has a good figure, but the camouflage uniform is blocked."

As soon as the voice of 　　 fell, Wang Cheng and the others narrowed their eyes, and the expressions on their faces gradually became "knowing".

　　 "Hey!"

　　 "Sure enough, I knew Fang Nian would not miss such a thing."

　　 "You don't know, the old man said he looks at people's legs and feet."

　　 "Oh, how do you say?"

　　 "I don't know, but I always think it has meaning."

　　 "Hey hey..."

　　 "……"

　　 At 7 o'clock exactly, the principal of the Eighth Middle School stood on the podium and said a few words: "Classmates, teachers..."

　　 "Okay, let's warmly welcome the first-year high school freshmen to bring us the Mid-autumn festival."

After 　　's words fell, everyone whispered while applauding.

　　 "It's strange that the principal didn't have a long story this time."

　　 "In a hurry?"

"may be……"

　　 "……"

　　 Even Fang Nian felt surprised. The principal's speeches were really long and cumbersome during the group activities of the Eighth Middle School.

　　 While talking, the art performance has officially started.

　　 The first program is the group singing "Unity is Strength" in the sixth class of Grade One...

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　　Broken bowl.