It was an English book.


    "First let''s practice English."


    "Well, ohoh!!"


    The boy responded enthusiastically.


    (How could it be that I read English? There must be other projects!)


    They thought in their hearts with anticipation.


    ·············


    3 pm.


    "So, sprinkle concentrated acid on the laboratory bench, first neutralize it with Na2CO3, and then rinse it with water. When the concentrated acid is dipped on the skin, it is best to wipe it off with a dry rag, and then rinse it with water. When the concentrated acid is splashed in the eyes, it should be washed with dilute NaHCO3 solution, and then ask the doctor to deal with it..."


    Listening to the teacher''s reading of the script, I really couldn''t listen, so I could only continue to fight in the world of mobile games.


    After all, I have been starting this summer camp for several days, and I have finally gotten used to the rhythm here - just touch the fish in class, remember the key knowledge points, hurry up and finish the homework, and then just have fun. Although freedom is restricted, isn’t the specialty of a boy’s high school student just to make fun of suffering?


    Rush rust rust rust —


    Unlike me, Zi Yuan was efficiently devoted to learning.


    She was so elegant that she was so elegant that she was like a learning committee member. Her eyes kept wandering between the blackboard and her notebook. Her thin cherry lips occasionally rose up proudly because she understood a certain knowledge point, and her violet eyes were shining with a bright will.


    Ah, it''s worthy of being Ziyuan.


    What she relies on is not luck or talent, but on real hard work. I sighed so much, and I always felt that she had caught up in all directions.


    but…


    I always feel that there are always noisy noises coming from somewhere.


    Not only me, but even the teachers who teach on the podium will occasionally frown and then look around, as if they want to find the source of the sound. Unfortunately, there should be quite a lot of sources, so it is impossible to find them accurately.


    I pricked up my ears and listened carefully. The sound of reading the text aloud. While I was listening, there were still people running through the corridor, with unknown significance.


    "Really, what are you doing?"


    I muttered like this.


    At this moment—


    Dong.


    The door was pushed open rudely.


    In a quiet afternoon, this thunderous sound seemed quite inconsistent.


    The sleepy classmates were all a little surprised, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the door.


    “Huh…huh…”


    Standing at the door, a girl with a weird expression was constantly gasping for breath. From her blushing cheeks, she could see that she seemed to have made some fierce struggle. Not only was she not dressed, but she even wore her glasses a little crooked.


    This person is... my deskmate Hyacinth when I was in school.