Wang Yifan only felt that this was a long and extremely detailed dream. He had never experienced anything personally, but it was played out in front of him like a movie from a first-person perspective, as if it was forcibly inserted in this way.
It has become a normal part of his memory and has become a natural part of his memory.
He tried hard to break away from this state and distinguish the difference between memory and dreams, but found that the picture changed again.
He once again came to the unfamiliar but familiar classroom. The sky outside the window had completely darkened. Through the glass window beside him, he could only see the mottled tree shadows swaying slightly in the wind, as well as the shadows printed on the window.
The young and immature face on the glass.
This should be evening self-study!
In the classroom, less than half of the students have left, leaving behind all the boarding students. Although there are still a lot of people, it seems a bit empty.
Sitting on the left side of Wang Yifan, Mao'er was biting the pen holder. His thick and handsome eyebrows were knitted together at the moment. He must have been stumped by a question on the physics paper on his desk.
Wang Yifan bumped his elbow gently, and Mao'er glanced at him impatiently, "What are you doing?"
"Cat, let's change places!" Wang Yifan smiled playfully.
"So annoying!"
Mao'er said that he was too upright and muttered impatiently with a frown on his face, but he had already stood up and turned sideways so that Wang Yifan could quickly squeeze in and sit in his seat.
The cat's position was close to the green belt of the school. No matter where Mrs. Jiang came from the front and back doors in the corridor, she would be well hidden. The cat was simply a human barrier.
"I asked you why you feel like a spy lately!" Seeing Wang Yifan's sneaky look, Mao'er temporarily gave up on fighting the question and turned to look at Wang Yifan who was piling books on the table and asked.
"Keep an eye on me while I play with my phone for a while!" Wang Yifan said without looking back. He was never polite to Mao'er.
Mao'er looked helpless, but his eyes had habitually landed on the front and rear doorways near the corridor, and muttered: "Brother, your recent test scores are not stable at all. What on earth do you think? I
Why do you think you are going to completely give up on yourself? Don’t you want to get into a good school?"
Wang Yifan ignored him and piled up books on his own. He took out a small notebook with ease and read silently a few times, murmuring.
Then he turned to the cat and said, "Keep an eye on it!"
"Is there such a thing as asking for help?" Mao'er said reluctantly, but he supported his chin with his left hand, half-lying on the table, turned around, and used the method of increasing the viewing area to cover Wang Yifan. He was a
A very competent stalker.
During the previous Welfare Lottery Shuangseqiu lottery draw, Wang Yifan listened to the lottery numbers from the radio at night when the lights were turned off, and was complained by the guys in the same dormitory, because at this time, he usually listens to nighttime ghost stories.
program, and this time he learned the lesson and simply browsed the live broadcast of the website on his mobile phone. Although the 2g network was very slow, it was no problem to output a few simple numbers.
Mao'er was very curious. When Wang Yifan took out his mobile phone, he turned around frequently and asked, "What are you watching? Are there any good games to watch tonight?"
When Wang Yifan was in high school, the NBA was in full swing. Almost every day the boys in the class chatted about related sports news. Various newspapers and magazines were brought over by day students and circulated one by one in the classroom, including
There are always a few daring students who will use their class time to secretly use their mobile phones to read the text live broadcast of a certain game they care about, and spread it to the ears of every classmate through various weird ways.
There are not many scenes, but Wang Yifan still remembers the tense and exciting mood deeply.
And even though it was the intense stage of preparing for the senior high school exams at that time, it did not affect the enthusiasm of the boys at all.
Dayao's performance in the playoffs!
How easily the Spurs' troika killed everyone!
Kobe Bryant did something magical again!
…
However, NBA games are basically held in the morning, so Maoer asked this question.
"Don't talk nonsense. I have important information to read. Just keep an eye on it for me. If Mrs. Jiang comes to kill you, you must tell me immediately. I'll treat you to casserole rice noodles from the school cafeteria later!" Wang Yifan
Continue without looking back.
"I'm going to have a big steak casserole, and I'm going to add two portions of tenderloin!"
Mao'er took the opportunity to threaten to add more food. If he didn't give the stingy Wang Yifan a meal at this time, he would wait until later.
Wang Yifan raised his head and glared at him, but still made an OK gesture, "What's the problem!" He spoke with a Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent, and his style started to rise.
In fact, Wang Yifan's expectations for this Shuangseqiu lottery number were not high, but the big brother on the other end of the phone was so confident that he still gave him a lot of confidence.
He calculated the time, then refreshed the page, and the lottery numbers slowly appeared.
Wang Yifan recited it silently in his mind, and it seemed to be almost the same as the given number, and then quickly took out the lottery ticket from his pocket.
He just looked at the numbers one by one!
All the numbers match up!
Wang Yifan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his mouth became dry. At his age, although he didn't have much concept or desire for money, he still knew how much wealth the Shuangseqiu jackpot meant.
The more important point is that what the person on the other end of the phone said is true! It’s true!
This time, the remaining doubts and uncertainties in his heart were almost wiped away!
He suppressed his excitement and looked up. The classroom was still quiet. Mrs. Jiang didn't come either. Mao'er's back was turned to him. It seemed that he was tempted by the casserole with extra ingredients. He was very "professional" and not at all.
Take a look back.
Wang Yifan refreshed the page again, and there were no errors in the lottery information, time and date, blue and red balls.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Wang Yifan said "fuck" countless times in his heart, and finally couldn't help but speak out. He really couldn't suppress the emotion that was about to burst out.
So fucking amazing!
It’s really all right!
Everyone in the classroom turned to look at him at this moment, and this suppressed shout still seemed so abrupt in the quiet classroom.
The cat was also startled, turned its head, and glared at him fiercely, but did not see the lottery ticket that Wang Yifan had quickly put back into his pocket, and pressed the pocket again like a treasure.
"What the hell are you doing, Wang Yifan!" he yelled in a low voice.
When Wang Yifan saw all the students in the class turning back to look at him, each one had a different meaning in their eyes.
He waved his hand at the big guys, signaling them not to pay attention to him anymore, and then said softly to the cat: "Cat, if I say that I am a millionaire, do you believe it or not?"
He was very proud! He couldn't help but want to show off to his good friends! But he didn't want to tell all the facts! That's just the nature of a young man!
"I believe it, I believe you, you big-headed devil!" As Wang Yifan's best friend in high school, Mao'er knew a little bit about Wang Yifan's family background. As for a millionaire, a hundred millionaire is already pretty good!
"When I get rich in the future, I will definitely protect you!"
Mao'er slapped away the paw that Wang Yifan handed over to put on his shoulder, and reprimanded: "Don't talk about this, change seats with me, I'm so startled, I'm scared to death, and Mrs. Jiang will come to see me again."
My trouble! Hurry up and be quick!"
"Just change it, what's the big deal!" Wang Yifan stood up and muttered.
"Don't forget the casserole you promised!" Mao'er couldn't help but remind her.
"No, either you can help me keep an eye on him until the evening self-study is over, or else we won't have to talk about the casserole!" Wang Yifan still wanted to cheat.
Mao'er grabbed Wang Yifan's neck and shook him in front of him, "You are a treacherous person who crosses the river and burns the bridge, and goes back on your word..."
"You two, what are you doing?" A loud shout suddenly came from the back door. Mrs. Jiang did not know when she had quietly stood at the back door of the classroom. At this moment, she only poked half of her head out, which was hidden by thick glasses.
The sight after that was so solemn and solemn.
All the students turned their heads in unison and wrote the petition in a very obedient manner.
"Wang Yifan, I heard you making noises in the classroom from all the way. You doze off during class during the day, and you are energetic during self-study at night. You also disturb your classmates. Why don't you know how to adjust properly?
If this continues, do you still want to take the college entrance examination?"
Mrs. Jiang walked up to Wang Yifan without making any sound, and scolded him, spitting all over Wang Yifan's face.