Self-study in the morning was the time when the rate of sleeping was the highest.
Of course, for a bad student, every hour of the day was the best time to sleep.
High school students slept more than dogs and woke up earlier than chickens. Sleep was almost the thing they lacked the most.
Even if he was already sitting in the classroom and reading a book, he still had no soul.
Her mind was still in a blur, and she didn't know what she was reading.
Ye Ling remembered that when he was caught sleeping by his homeroom teacher, Wang Hongtao, he had to stand outside as punishment.
Wang Hongtao's idea was that since you were too comfortable in the classroom and wanted to sleep, you could stand outside and wake up for a while.
In the end, one time, he took a person out to stand as punishment. He fell asleep standing outside.
This made Wang Hongtao very angry. He made it a rule that whoever slept in the future would go to the field to frog jump.
As a result, the students in their class were the only ones in the entire grade. They were learning to be frogs on the track early in the morning. One by one, they arched forward. The scene was simply too eye-catching.
Frog-jumping was a waste of physical strength. People who had not received professional training might not even be able to hold on for 50 meters.
As time passed, the muscles in his legs would become sore and painful, and his posture would become very strange.
It was like a strange creature walking in an anime.
It was both sad and funny.
Especially in the early morning before the sun had risen, the fog-like scene looked like some kind of strange collective action.
It could be said to be a beautiful scenery in Clearwater High School.
Word spread from one to ten, and over time, even the juniors of the first and second years knew that there was a form teacher who liked to punish students by frog-jumping.
When he saw a group of strange people on the field, he no longer made a fuss.
Instead, she said calmly," Oh, I'm from Wang Hongtao's class.”
Ye Ling recalled the fear of being dominated by frog jumps in the past. He was so immersed in it that his calves were starting to hurt.
However, this move was indeed quite useful.
At least half of them were sleeping.
Even if he couldn't memorize it, he could at least hold a book and pretend to read a few sentences.
At least, the atmosphere had improved.
The sky was still bright, but the class was almost full.
Ye Ling did not want to be late, so he quickened his pace.
His footsteps were a little hurried, and when he noticed someone coming from the opposite side, he could no longer stop.
"Aiya-"
With a bang, the two of them collided. Luo Xiayun exclaimed softly.
The girl's fragrant smell of soap assaulted his senses.
Ye Ling felt a soft strand of hair brush his cheek.
It felt itchy, as if a soft leaf had touched it.
Luo Xiayun was knocked back two steps and the book in her hand fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
The two of them apologized in unison.
Ye Ling helped her pick up the book and said,""I'm sorry. I was a little anxious and didn't see you.”
"Are you alright?"
Luo Xiayun raised her head and blushed when she saw Ye Ling.
She hurriedly lowered her eyes. Her long black eyelashes fluttered like two small fans.
"No, I'm fine."
Ye Ling heaved a sigh of relief." That's good. I'll go to class first."”
After saying that, he turned around to leave.
"Wait!" Luo Xiayun said.
Ye Ling turned around in confusion." Is there anything else?"”
The sky was starting to brighten. A ray of morning light shot out from the thick clouds and landed on Luo Xiayun's face.
The golden sunlight illuminated her fair and delicate face. The face of an 18-year-old girl was full of protein, which made her look good no matter how one looked at her.
Her nose bridge was high, and her facial features were very well-defined.
It was said that a beauty's bones were more important than her skin. Luo Xiayun's bones were in a very beautiful shape.
His jawline was smooth, and his entire face was a standard oval face.
The shape of her nose bridge was more prominent than that of an average Asian, but it was not overly exaggerated. It was very harmonious on her face.
Luo Xiayun's eye sockets were slightly deep, which made her eyes look very deep.
It was easy to get lost in someone's gaze.
Especially the lively light in her eyes, which had the vitality of a young girl's youth, but also somehow seductive.
"Don't go for your evening self-study," said Luo Xiayun.”
Ye Ling was speechless.
Luo Xiayun bit her rosy lips and whispered,""I have something to tell you."
After saying that, she seemed very uncomfortable. Without waiting for Ye Ling's reply, she turned around and ran away with the book.
Ye Ling walked into the classroom with a confused expression.
When he sat in his seat, the bell for morning self-study rang.
His deskmate looked at him as if he was looking at a ghost.
"Ye Ling, you're not late today?”
" Oh," Ye Ling said casually." I woke up early today."”
Her deskmate looked at him strangely." Yesterday was the same. You didn't go home even after the bell rang for self-study. You're not late today. What's wrong? Have you changed?"”
The English teacher came in with a tape recorder. Ye Ling shushed her." The teacher is here."”
His deskmate felt that his state of studying hard was even more strange, and he clicked his tongue for a long time.
The English teacher was a 40-year-old female teacher named Liu Xiaoling.
She had a son who had been admitted to a prestigious university at home, and she would show it off in class from time to time.
His catchphrase was," How is my son…"
Basically, she would not leave her son out of the conversation.
Ye Ling had once complained to himself that this teacher would probably brag about her son's college entrance examination when she was in her seventies or eighties.
Liu Xiaoling was wearing a dark green down jacket, and her curly hair was as hot as instant noodles.
Ye Ling had no idea what was so nice about this kind of curls, but it seemed to be especially popular among the middle-aged and old.
Nine out of ten old ladies who played cards in the poker house had this hairstyle.
Liu Xiaoling looked impatient. She knocked on the desk, and the pointer made a loud sound.
"Louder, louder! I haven't eaten yet. I came from the corridor. The sound of reading in our class is the quietest!”
Ye Ling chuckled. It was a classic line.
"Your class is the noisiest."
"Your class is the one with the loudest voice."
"Your class, balabala…"
Ye Ling was curious. Why did every teacher like to say that since he was young?
Was this the national teacher's standard line?
Just as he was feeling happy, someone suddenly said,""What are you laughing at?"
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