The Magician of Clow

Chapter 1045 The World That Really Belongs

Waking up early has many benefits.

It not only has the physical benefits of refreshing, promoting metabolism, improving skin, not easy to gain weight, and improving immunity,
There are also potential benefits such as clearing the brain, having more time to plan the day, increasing happiness, improving work efficiency, and so on.

Of course, if you want to ask me,
Why do you have back pain, leg cramps, lax eyes, and limp limbs when you wake up early, while you don’t feel any of the above benefits,

Looking at the sun at six o'clock with dark circles under her eyes, dark yellow complexion and half a catty of fat, she just felt the pain and asked herself "why am I still living in this world",
(_) I think you'd better reflect on how high you were last night.

After all, all the benefits of getting up early are based on the premise of not staying up late,
Although I don’t know how many people feel the remorse and annoyance in their hearts when they are forced to get up early the next day after staying up all night, they wish to kill their determination,

I'm an idiot if I stay up late!
But at night,

That freedom, that wantonness.
Humph, I'm an idiot.

But our baby Fangran has never been like this. When he lived in the hut, he rarely stayed up late, and usually couldn't get up in the morning.

It's just that I just like to stay in bed
So he found the long-lost biological clock to get up early, and he soon felt the biggest benefit of getting up early,
That is the lengthening of the day, gaining more time.

I'll go, the sky is still bright! ?
We ate together at the small table in the morning, finished four classes of "Principles of Computer Organization" and "Operating System" in the morning, went to the cafeteria for lunch, and finished two more classes in the afternoon.
Fangran, who walked out of the teaching building, instinctively came up with this idea when he looked at the blue sky.

I was very surprised that I had done so many things, and it was only past three o'clock in the afternoon.
If he used to stay in bed until ten o'clock, it would be almost dark now.

Sure enough, the plan for a day lies in the morning, no wonder excellent people wake up early, I am really outstanding
Fangran felt very shameless, remembering the last time he had such a fulfilling day,
During the military training, he and Meng Lang got up at three o'clock in the dark to steal water and sell shaved ice
"Well, I slept very comfortably."

The sun was shining and warm at three o'clock in the afternoon, and walking out of the teaching building with Fangran, Xia Yao raised his arms and stretched his body slightly, his voice was elongated and lazily,
The clearly revealed waist curve, as well as the snow-white and slender legs under the short skirt, made the boys passing by stare blankly.

By the way, senior sister, you are too defenseless.
Reluctantly, she fell asleep lying on the desk like that before, Fangran 'looked' at the eyes of her surroundings, and for some reason, suddenly came up with the idea of ​​using the [magic card] to cover it up.

As if doing a very ordinary move, Xia Yao stroked a strand of hair from her temples, looked at Fangran and asked softly:
"Student, do you want to go back now, or do you have classes in the evening and go to the library now?"

There are at most four classes in a day, and most of the courses are compulsory courses related to majors. As for the evening courses, they are generally optional courses taught by teachers and chosen by students.

You can choose some hard-core professional courses, and of course you can also choose various fields related to music, history, film and television, medicine, dance, etc. to expand your interests.

Think about it, after studying professional knowledge for a whole day, after enjoying dinner, take a leisurely walk in the night scene of the campus,
Wouldn't it be great to take a class that is not burdensome and interests you, such as "Music Phenomena in Multiculturalism" or "Appreciation of Film and Television in a Specific Period Context"?

"No, I don't have class today, and I haven't chosen the evening class yet,"

Hearing Xia Yao's question, Fangran shook his head, then looked at her thinking of something and asked:
"By the way, senior sister, don't you go to the club?"

The last class on the schedule is over. For college students, the remaining half of the afternoon until the evening is equivalent to a free holiday.

You can play whatever you want, even if you buy a ticket to go abroad,

Provided you can come back without disrupting the next day's class
So just like some people choose optional courses in the evening and go directly to the library to spend the time before dinner, some people choose to join various and colorful club activities in the university.

Although I have emphasized the importance of academic performance for graduation work before, this is the only thing I can assure you,

That's not the only way out.

You can also spend the best time of your life on the things you love, and then stick to it with gritted teeth, waiting for it to bear fruit.
"Society"

At this moment when Fangran mentioned the dance club, Xia Yao remembered the dance classroom she hadn't been to for a long time, then raised her long hair and smiled softly:
"Forget it today, but next time, junior, can you go with me, I haven't had a dance partner for a long time."

Yes, she wants other times now than the dance she loves because of her mother
"Eh, I don't know how to do difficult dances like Latin dance"

Regarding this invitation, Fangran replied with a bit of shame and helplessness. As for dancing, the only thing he knew was the ballroom dance that Ji Lingyan taught him in the night pearl.

Just learned the most basic steps, which was not considered achievable even 100 years ago.

"It's okay, I just want to find the feeling of two people, you can just stand up, junior, or I can teach you if you want to learn."

Xia Yao's answer with a smile in his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up made Fangran flash back a little, remembering the deepest impression he had on Xia Yao.
It's not the fair skin, beauty and long legs at first glance, but her focus is particularly dazzling when she dances Latin dance steps.

"Okay, as long as you don't dislike me, senior."

The flashback in his mind ended, so Fangran had no choice but to agree with a wry smile.

"Then let's go back now?"

And getting this promise, Xia Yao smiled brighter and said,
Then I saw the young man in front of me chuckling to himself in the afternoon breeze, something different.

"Xiaoran is almost done, senior sister, let's pick her up and go back to the cabin together."

"Huh? Junior brother, how do you know that Xiaoran is almost done?"

"this"

Walking on the campus of Peking University with the really fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged senior girl, whom all passers-by are envious of, she easily found an unfamiliar destination,

When the two birds on the tree-shaded branch were pecking each other's wings, the figure of the girl who helped the teacher organize the experimental equipment after class,

Fang Xiaoran's simple and clean figure walked out of the door of the laboratory building carrying a bag, and then saw two figures waiting not far away, the young man waved his hands and shouted at each other with a smile,

"Xiaoran! Go back!"

Fang Xiaoran's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and he remembered that every time he left school by himself when he was a child,
He also stood at the school gate like this, coming to pick him up and go home.
"Nani!!!!"

According to the lake water of the artificial lake of Beijing University, in the special residential area of ​​the classroom, the magic boy's hut filled with sunlight in the afternoon, an unbelievable exclamation suddenly resounded,

Beside the small table, Meng Lang looked at the notes full of notes although there were only a few pages, and fell into unbelievable self-doubt.

"God, what happened, is it possible that the prodigal son turned around because my brother died soon, not only got up early but even started to study!?"

"My God, is a crisis about to come!?"

"(╬▼Д▼) Hey!!! Brother, you bastard, I'm listening!"

Hearing Meng Lang's exaggerated muttering to himself, Fangran glared and slapped the table, then snorted proudly:
"I know you can't understand the excellence of the baby, after all, I am such a rare genius"

"I heard from Xiaoran that you haven't even passed level four yet?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The bragging was interrupted ruthlessly, and Fangran, who choked on coughing, turned his head to look at Gou Yu in a breathless voice, and said in a dull voice:
"Sister Ming Ling, aren't you a senior, so it doesn't matter if you run to us every day when you're so free?"

"Huh, I don't want to study abroad, I need to be busy with GRE and TOFEL to apply for schools, and I ask for recommendations to get a visa, and I don't go to graduate school for interviews, and I go to the laboratory to work,"

Not long after receiving Fang Xiaoran, she met Mingling with the same purpose. When she came to the hut together, she heard Fangran's doubts, put on her manicure and hummed softly:
"Not to mention looking for a job, going to the unit for an internship, what does it matter to me whether I am a senior or not."

Fang was well-founded, but was left speechless.

ε=(￥Д￥#) Damn it!Sister Ming Ling, you are such an enviable, evil, rich second generation! ! !

Lightly summed up the three paths of senior students, and Ming Ling used his own spare time to show the fourth path of life,

That is the home succession exclusive to the rich second generation.

"It seems that you, Captain, have really studied hard for a day."

Scanning those basic knowledge points at a glance, the 'Doctor of Computer' who can always bring out various cakes when everyone surrounds the small table smiled,

Fang Xiaoran, who was flipping through the book on the opposite side of him, also had a deliberately indifferent voice with his eyes moving:

"Without my staring, I thought you would skip class again."

"Young brother is very attentive in class today."

Xia Yao smiled softly, and looked at Fangran who returned to the original state after pressing the gluttonous pillow after returning to the hut,

No matter what kind of schoolboy he looks like, she likes it.

"Then to encourage the captain for your efforts today,"

Seeing that Fangran's snorting nose was about to turn up when he was lying on the doll on the small table, Gou Yu said with a soft smile:
"Let's have hot pot together tonight."

"Oh! Hot pot? Although it's not winter, hmph, I like it." (Meng Lang)

"I'll help." (Fang Xiaoran)
"Do you need to go shopping?" (Xia Yao)

"Hot pot! I like Sichuan style soup base. Is there any seafood? Squid and cod." (Ming Ling)

"Hehehe, you'll get fat, sister Mingling." (Fang Ran)

"No one ever told you that beautiful women can't get fat, wait! Every time you eat and drink so much, why don't you lose weight???"

When everyone in the hut fell asleep, the night was silent.

The moonlight poured in through the veiled curtains of the balcony, hazy the small square table, the room was quiet, as if there was still a faint aroma of hot pot, and everyone's laughter remained.

He woke up from a deep sleep, got up holding the crutches leaning against the bed, and a card took effect as a shimmer in the magic energy.

The time during the day is very happy, fulfilling him, and he likes this kind of life when he goes to school on the campus of Peking University.
but,

After returning from the North Pole, looking at those young men and women, they just felt far away. After the trip to Europe, he already knew that he lived on campus like an ordinary college student.

Not one's own.

Going to the balcony again and grabbing the curtains, he opened the balcony door together, and the dark night rushed in,

'Good morning' to his world.

There was no sound, and in the silence that seemed to be erased by something, Haiji and Mulin, who took off in the early morning, flew back to his raised arms, and the brilliant and solemn darkness of the king of gods spread out of the burning clothes in an instant.

As the gold floated away, he opened the black pupil of the golden pupil in his right eye!
As if the figure had been raised a bit, he glanced back at the living room of the hut, 'watched' the other people sleeping peacefully, bowed their heads and chuckled softly, and then the 'crutch' turned back into a silver broken dragon tooth with a sharp sword spine,

The phantom covered his figure and rushed directly into the night.

Flying out of the campus, flying out of the southern suburbs, flying out of the night of the capital, and returning to the sky above the night scene, a red belt with a loop appeared in front of him, connecting the space,
In the next second, he appeared in the mechanical micro city wearing the dark and noisy figure of the king of gods.

In the huge space, the mechanical tower stands tall, countless conveyor belts are running, and autonomous machinery and flying transport devices are swarming. Seeing the majestic and majestic sci-fi mecha in the center, the futuristic sense of precision is shocking on the body of nearly [-] meters,

He slowly raised his black eyes, and heard the voice of an artificial intelligence named 'Il'.

"Welcome back, Fangran."

　Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. This life is not over yet, forget it, fish tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)