Turn into a lazy girl

Monday morning was a bit dull, the sun was hidden in the clouds, the sky was drizzling with light rain, and the spring breeze suddenly brushed across the face, shaking strands of hair.

In the bangs on Yu Ran'er's head, a few strands of hair floated up, forming upturned hair.

Suddenly, a small white hand appeared on Yu Ran'er's head and pressed it down.

Yu Ran'er was still in a daze, holding an umbrella with her eyes closed, relying on her younger sister to walk, and the person who was holding Mao Mao was also her younger sister.

Yu Qian pulled the confused-looking older sister, took out a piece of white bread, and stuffed it into her mouth, "Hurry up, or you'll be late."

"Hmm..." Yu Ran'er's mouth was bulging, and she stirred it, making an ominous sobbing sound, which seemed to be a voice of approval.

Today her sister was lying in bed, that's right, it was very serious, she was forced to get out of bed after being shaken four or five times by Yu Qian, even if she took the quilt away, it was useless.

Due to time constraints, Yu Qian directly copied a piece of clothing, and after helping Yu Ran'er put it on, she didn't even tie a tie.

Now Yu Ran'er was walking on the way to school, wearing a white shirt, a thin pink coat, and blue jeans.

Yu Qian took out the red tie and helped Yu Ran'er tie the tie while she was biting the bread slowly.

After tying up the red collar, the younger sister suddenly felt that her elder sister was much cuter, especially with her eyes closed, letting her dress up casually, and eating bread while half asleep, she couldn't help but want to have a bite.

I really want to taste it.

Clap!

Yu Qian patted her own face, forcibly stopping her thoughts.

But within a few tens of seconds, Yu Qian couldn't control her hand, took out her phone, made more than a dozen clicks, and took twenty photos of Yu Ran'er, including group photos.

"This one is not bad, let's keep this one." Yu Qian picked the cutest one out of the twenty photos and kept it.

Yu Ran'er didn't know about this, so she came to the classroom in a daze, sat on the seat for a while, folded her hands on the table, and went to sleep.

As soon as Su Yuanyuan came to her seat in the morning, she saw Yu Ran'er lying on the table sleeping, and with a movement of her eyes, she also lay on the table.

But Su Yuanyuan didn't go to sleep, but took the opportunity to move her head, and moved her head next to Yu Ran'er, her small nose protruding on her black hair, wondering what scented shampoo Yu Ran'er was using today.

Be quiet for a while.

"Hmmm, citrus aroma..."

Su Yuanyuan took a long breath in satisfaction, the so-called "fan girl" is nothing more than this.

...

The first class started, and Yu Ran'er woke up to the deafening bell, and slowly listened to half of the class with her head propped up.

After listening to half a class and then sleeping for half a class, Yu Ran'er's mental state has recovered and her whole body is full of vitality.

"Does Xiaozhu have any tasks today?"

Yu Ran'er was thinking about Violet's Eternal Garden. She could only watch videos if she had traffic, and only read novels if she didn't have traffic.

She took out her mobile phone, opened Xiaozhu's interface as usual, and checked Xiaozhu's task list.

"As a daily task, encourage people around you to write novel compositions with Yu Ran'er. The number of words should not be less than 1,000 words. The composition questions are the composition questions for the next Chinese examination paper."

"At least encourage one person to write a novel with Yu Ran'er, and the range of candidates is limited to the third and fourth classes of high school."

"This round does not limit the composition score requirements, and rewards 15MB cross-border general traffic."

Yu Ran'er was a little disappointed not to reward a huge amount of video traffic this time.

But it doesn't matter, you can download a novel with cross-border universal traffic, 15MB is enough to download a novel with more than a thousand chapters.

Before class time came, Yu Ran'er and Su Yuanyuan said, "Yuanyuan, how about we write a novel composition this time, I will take you flying!"

Yuanyuan looked at her in surprise, "Who said last time that writing a novel is a dead end?"

"I wrote an argumentative essay for a few days, you know, the argumentative essay is too boring,

I wrote an argumentative essay until I threw up. "Yu Ran'er made a bitter face.

"Write a narrative when you vomit." Su Yuanyuan expressed puzzlement.

"Narrative... I also wrote it until I threw up." Yu Ran'er shook her head.

"..."

"Writing narratives makes me feel like I'm writing about fake people and things, and expressing fake feelings." Looking at Su Yuanyuan's speechless expression, Yu Ran'er continued:

"Writing too much is too fake, and I can't write. It's better to write a novel. It's completely fictional, with turbulent writing and full of wit. Isn't it easier?"

Su Yuanyuan choked, "I..."

In fact, Su Yuanyuan's heart was moved, because the argumentative essay was really boring, and she vomited after writing it.

But she is different from Yu Ran'er, she thinks that writing argumentative essays will surely get high marks, so why bother to write those thankless novel compositions.

What's more, it takes a lot of time from conception to writing, and the college entrance examination time is not long, and the difficulty of writing a novel is obviously higher than that of an argumentative essay.

After all, for an argumentative essay, as long as you determine the intention of the topic, and then pick up hot current events around the topic, write according to the structure, and get a high score.

Jingle Bell--

The language teacher is here.

He was carrying a stack of test papers, with lights in his reading glasses, and with a solemn demeanor, he asked the representatives of the Chinese department to distribute them.

The representative of the language department seemed to feel the seriousness of the head teacher, and couldn't help but look slightly tense, and quickly curled up.

After distributing the test papers, the department representatives recited it silently in their hearts. Most of the scores this time were above 50, and only thirteen people scored below 50.

There are only 50 students in the third and fourth classes of high school. It stands to reason that the teacher should be more satisfied with the distribution of the scores, but when the department representative saw the teacher sitting on the podium with a stern face, he knew it was not the case. .

Everyone also realized that the atmosphere was not right, quietly straightened their bodies, and looked ahead.

The head teacher is sometimes serious, sometimes kind, and sometimes joking with the students. Everyone knows the head teacher well. When the head teacher shows this expression, someone will definitely suffer.

Who is the one?

Yu Ran'er had put away her mobile phone at this time, sat upright, and scanned the class calmly, seeing a few male students with nervous expressions showing restlessness.