I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo walked to the seat and sat down slowly. She casually pulled out an English test paper from the thick stack of test papers on the table and began to read it casually.

This paper is filled with English, with no more than 10 Chinese characters interspersed in it.

I stared at the letters and words that looked like hieroglyphics for a long time, but I didn't understand a single word.

He threw the English paper aside and reached out to pick up a Chinese paper.

As soon as she opened it, what caught her eyes were passages of obscure classical Chinese, a series of profound ancient poems, and a bunch of texts that she couldn't even name. She felt dizzy.

Not giving up, she went on to look through the papers of other subjects. The complex formulas and graphs on the math paper dazzled her; the various unfamiliar element symbols and chemical reaction formulas on the chemistry paper left her confused; and the lengthy and boring theories on the politics paper made her even more drowsy.

Yun Yiruo sighed, put the papers back on the table one by one, then picked up a pen, hesitated for a long time, and finally wrote his name neatly at the top of each paper.

As for how to answer the questions, I had no idea at all and felt completely confused.

At this moment, He Jun noticed something strange about Yun Yiruo. He leaned over curiously and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you just writing a name?"

The teacher still has two papers to hand out in the next class." Hearing this, Yun Yiru leaned weakly on the back of his chair and replied weakly, "I don't want to be like this, but these questions are too difficult and I don't know where to start.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, the first class was over. I sat on the chair, my body slumping further and further, and finally I was almost falling asleep on the desk.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked at my deskmate who was writing hard next to me, and I couldn't help feeling envious.

When I thought about the heavy learning tasks I would have to face in the next six days, I suddenly felt a darkness in front of my eyes, as if the future days would be filled with endless darkness.

Until the bell rang slowly for the end of get out of class, the sound echoed throughout the campus, but the podium was still empty and the teacher had never set foot in the classroom.

At this moment, the students who had been sitting quietly in their seats seemed to have sensed something interesting and gathered around. Their eyes were fixed on the small figure in the middle, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

"Wow, you're so cute. Can I touch you?" a girl spoke first.

Before she could answer, her hand had already reached out impatiently and gently stroked the pink little face.

"I want to touch it too, I want to touch it too!" Seeing this, the other students could not contain their excitement and rushed forward one after another, fearing that they would fall behind.

At that moment, countless pairs of small hands fell on that face like raindrops, some rubbed it gently, some pinched it carefully, and some even tried to poke the delicate skin with their fingers.

"Oh, be gentle, you guys are about to rub off the skin on my face!" The little guy surrounded by the crowd couldn't help but protest, dodging those overly enthusiastic hands while trying hard to break free.

However, resistance seemed so insignificant in front of this group of crazy classmates.

However, despite suffering such "torture", this cute little guy still received a lot of snacks and some exquisite gadgets from his classmates in return.

The desk was filled with gifts such as potato chips, chocolate bars, small and exquisite key chains, colorful hairpins, etc.

Finally, it was almost time for class. The students around her returned to their seats to prepare the books for the next class. Just when Yun Yiruo thought it was over, she was ravaged again by He Jun, who had been waiting for a long time.

Just then, there was a steady and powerful sound of footsteps in the corridor, and the students guessed: "It must be the teacher coming soon!" Sure enough, after a while, the classroom door was gently pushed open, and an old man with gray hair and glasses walked in.

Yun Yiruo sat in her seat, muttering to herself, "You're already so old, why are you working so hard instead of staying home and enjoying your retirement life and living on the minimum living allowance?"

While thinking this, he casually took out a brand new English textbook from the drawer.

When my eyes swept over my deskmate's English book which was filled with notes, and then I looked at the new book in my hand which was almost blank, I couldn't understand the contents at all.

The teacher walked steadily to the podium, cleared his throat and said, "Class starts!" Before he finished speaking, the class monitor sitting in the front row immediately shouted, "Stand up!" The whole class stood up quickly and in an orderly manner.

However, Yun Yiruo was still immersed in her own world, completely unaware that class had already started. Just as she casually spread out her book.

She adjusted herself to a comfortable sitting position and was about to close her eyes to continue daydreaming when her deskmate next to her was quick to reach out and pull her up.

Yun Yiruo suddenly woke up from her dream and realized that she had not been to school for a long time. She almost forgot that she had to stand up and say hello to the teacher during class.

I stuck out my tongue embarrassedly and said hello to the teacher along with the other students.

"Okay, everyone, take a seat." The teacher raised his hand and motioned for the students to sit down. Then he said, "Today we will start with an English dictation. Please put your textbooks in the desk shavings and tear off a piece of paper from the back of your English book. Get ready."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but frowned and complained, "What a hassle!" But he still obediently followed the teacher's requirements, first threw the textbook he had just taken out aside, and then tore off a piece of paper from the back of the notebook.

After picking up the pen and writing his name neatly on the paper, he spread his hands and waited helplessly for the teacher to start dictation.

The classroom was unusually quiet at this time, only the old man wearing thick glasses on the podium was still talking incessantly.

His voice was low and unclear, as if he had a hot dumpling in his mouth, making it impossible to hear what he was muttering.

Sitting in the seat, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and my head started to nod downwards like a chicken pecking at rice.

Just when I was about to meet Zhou Gong, I suddenly felt someone gently pushing my elbow. I turned around and saw that it was Mr. He.