Eating is not allowed in the classroom, and the few students who bring food have to go to the cafeteria to eat.
I put away my phone, carried my thermal bag and lunch box, and sat down in the small garden in front of the teaching building.
Everyone is busy eating at the moment, so there is usually no one here. Occasionally, if there is no food for lunch, I will hide here to take a rest.
Open the thermal bag, there are two boxes of vegetables, one box of rice, and one can of soup.
There are three small compartments inside each food box, which hold different dishes. So there are six dishes in total.[
Three vegetarian dishes, kale, broccoli, and hericium. Three meat dishes, turbot, beef fillet, and bullfrog. Bazhen soup. Long-grain fragrant rice, fragrant, soft, and very tempting.
Suddenly, my nose felt a little sore.
Ever since my grandma passed away, in my memory, no one has ever seriously prepared a bite of food for me.
Why would this strange guardian be so kind to me? I don't know.
But no matter what he was going to prepare, this delicious meal was right in front of him, and it was real.
The food tastes really good, and the lunch boxes seem to be expensive. One can understand the twisted psychology of those who buy a casket for a pearl.
After eating,
After cleaning the lunch box and packing it up, I returned to the classroom and continued to struggle with the forced vibrations of my hyperbola and simple pendulum.
Suddenly I felt that Yin Yijie and I might be two branches of a hyperbola. When we are closest to the focus, we are a little close, and moving forward or backward will gradually become farther and farther away.
I, maybe the pendulum, was forced to vibrate. But as long as there is gravity and air resistance, and if the external force stops, the forced vibration will gradually stop and return to its original silence.
The afternoon class went very smoothly. It seemed that because I slept very peacefully last night and was focused, the class was easier to understand than usual.
"Zhuang Keren, let me copy a few of them for you." After school in the afternoon, Zhao Yun volunteered in front of a pile of notes.
Although I took the time to read it, I really didn't have time to finish copying it. He also had to use the notebook himself, so there was some conflict.
"No, I'll copy it tomorrow." I shook my head, smiled slightly, and declined his kindness.
"It's okay, I" Zhao Yun was still very enthusiastic.
I was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook my head and said, "I'm not far behind."
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