The next day, Lin Yi was woken up by the wake-up bell in the corridor. He grabbed the electronic watch beside his pillow and took a look.
It's only half past six.
He was very uncomfortable with this waking time. A few days ago, he was a coder with no fixed clock-in time, and usually got up at nine o'clock.
The two days before he came back happened to be the weekend, so he slept until he woke up naturally, and suddenly had to arrive as early as 6:30.
He sat up from the bed and looked outside the balcony. The sky was bright, it was June after all.
Turning around, I saw that except for the dormitory manager Lu Bowen, who was the perennial morning champion and had disappeared, several other roommates had also gotten up one after another when they heard the bell.
Lin Yi climbed out of bed sleepily, went to the bathroom and took a look:
Liu Pengfei was squatting and zooming in, while Xiao Haocheng was brushing his teeth in the pool next to him.
Zhang Xiaochuan, who was putting away stationery on the table, turned to look at him and reminded:
"Get in line, I'm next."
Chen Yang came over, patted him, and pointed to the door: "Let's go, go and sign in first."
Linzhong has a morning jog in the morning. Go downstairs from the dormitory, turn right, and run a large circle along the school wall. When you get to the playground, you will then follow the plastic track for half a circle to the north flagpole.
There are students in the weekly class who take the class roster and check each one off.
In order to prevent students from taking shortcuts, students from the student union were watching at every corner, wearing a red armband with the word "supervisor" written on their arms.
Therefore, every morning, the broadcast content that the students in the Intermediate School are most looking forward to hearing are the eight words "It's raining today, so the morning run is cancelled."
By the way, that guy Lu Bowen certainly doesn’t get up early every day to memorize words in the classroom, but to escape from his morning run.
All you have to do is sneak in under the flagpole from the passage to the north of the basketball court before the supervisor comes on duty at 6:20, and hook up directly when the students on duty in the weekly class arrive.
In his previous life, Lin Yi often went for morning runs with Lao Lu, but now his work and rest schedule cannot keep up for the time being.
After half a short walk, when Lin Yi and Chen Yang went upstairs again, the other three people had already gone out.
The two of them quickly washed up, went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then went to the classroom to study early.
Early reading is usually the second volume of "New Concept English", or memorizing vocabulary, and occasionally ancient poems.
Lin Yi has always felt that ancient poems are easier to memorize than English texts. They are not only beautiful in artistic conception and impressive, but also cadenced and catchy.
What's more, Chinese seems to be more friendly than English, isn't it?
Lin Yi was in a daze out of boredom, looking out the back door without focus.
Class 14 of Senior High School is on the first floor. The back door is facing the school gate. You can clearly see the day students entering the school gate in the morning.
"Who are you looking at?" Old Xiong waved his hand in front of him and smiled ambiguously.
Lin Yi knew that he had nothing to hold in, so he turned his head towards the window on the other side and continued to let out air.
Young male and female classmates are coming and going. Today, Monday, everyone is wearing short-sleeved summer uniforms, exuding a unique vitality.
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The first three periods in the morning must be the main lessons, because they are the prime time when students are most focused and have the strongest understanding.
After three classes, there is inter-class exercise, and we go to the playground to warm up.
The next two classes are relatively better, and there may be side courses such as politics, history, geography, and even physical education.
When the last class was about to end, some people were already counting the seconds, and their watches were all set to the time of the school bell.
At 12 o'clock sharp, as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, several boys near the back door quickly opened the door and ran out.
There was a "winter" sound in the whole building, as if it was shaken.
Then came the sound of dense footsteps, going up and down the four floors, with students from five classes on each floor rushing out. They passed the stairs and reached the bamboo corridor before gathering together. They had only one direction -
canteen.
Lin Yi was a little surprised by the long-lost "running for dinner" scene, which was much harder than running in the morning.
Only then did he realize that it took so much effort to eat a meal back then. No wonder the classmates always liked to call Linzhong "Hungry Middle".
The teacher on the podium was very experienced. She tidied up the lesson calmly and said "get out of class is over" responsibly, even though no one responded.
Because they didn't run out immediately, when Lin Yi and Lao Xiong arrived at the canteen, there was a long queue for food at every window.
There are about 2,000 students in the three grades of Linzhong, and they all eat at noon. It is natural that it will be crowded, especially in the first half hour.
Therefore, top students who cherish their time will usually stay in the classroom to study for an extra half hour before coming back, thus saving time in queuing.
Those who have the habit of taking a nap have to catch the first wave of people, rush out at the right time, and have quick legs to grab a bucket of rice from the takeout window on the first floor.
After taking it back to the dormitory and finishing it, I could still sleep for thirty or forty minutes.
There are also more elegant options.
Go to the canteen at the back of the cafeteria, buy a bucket of instant noodles, wash it with free boiled water, sit on the seat at the door and wait for a few minutes. This is the "aristocratic treatment".
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After eating, I returned to the classroom and lay down on the desk for a while before the afternoon bell started again.
After the two classes there are eye exercises.
The last two classes on Monday afternoon are electives according to the custom of junior high schools. They are not taught in administrative classes but in a split-class system, which is euphemistically called developing personal interests.
Since exams do not count as grades, most students regard it as a leisure project to relax their brains, like a "water course" in college.
The motivated students will not let go of a moment, and they use elective courses to do their homework.
Lin Yi remembered that the class he chose this semester was called "Appreciation of Ancient Heroes." He originally thought it was a class taught by a history teacher, but when he went there, he found out that it was a Chinese teacher.
So the style of the class became like this: "This student, please analyze what kind of heroic spirit Xiang Yu reflects in this sentence in the article?"
Lin Yi rolled his eyes inwardly.
In the words of Chinese teachers, there is no heroic spirit at all.
Moreover, a male teacher especially liked to talk about "heroines" and spent two classes showing the complete Zhao Wei version of "Mulan".
I successfully stayed in water for another week.
In short, the male Chinese teacher was talking seriously on the podium, and Lin Yi was sitting in the back row, listening and complaining, and the day's class ended in a relaxed and happy manner.
After dinner, he ran to the electronic reading room on the second floor, borrowed a computer with his student card, confirmed the result of his bet on the German tank 4:0 crushing the Kangaroo Kingdom, and arranged the next bet.
During self-study in the evening, he first solved the Chinese and English courses by himself based on his experience the previous day, and then borrowed samples from model student Xiao to fill in assignments from other subjects.
This time he did not feel the pleasure of copying homework, only a feeling of emptiness remained.
After finishing copying, he looked out the window boredly and began to review his actions throughout the day. This was a habit brought about by work.
Wake up - morning jog - morning reading - go to class - eat - go to class - eat - copy homework, this "6-10-5" lifestyle seems not to be any easier than the 996 when I grew up.
But why do you miss it so much?
He looked at the students in the opposite classroom who were writing and writing tirelessly, and thought that maybe it was because they had firm goals, maybe because they had someone to accompany them, or maybe it was positive feedback that their efforts would be rewarded.
Therefore, a boring and repetitive life is not considered bitter.
"What is an ordinary day on campus now is a beautiful day that I dreamed of but never got." He murmured to himself.
The old bear next to him thought he was talking to himself and said blankly: "What did you just say?"
"I said it was just normal at that time."
"That's not what it means. What about one day at a time?"