100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 130 Looking forward to the return of spring

The courtyard was covered with fallen crabapple blossoms, their red petals vibrant and beautiful.

Jin Huan's thoughts returned, and his eyes fell on the textbook in front of him.

"Keeping a beauty in a golden house." She recited it softly again.

Why is no one mourning Huo Gong?

"Enjoy yourself to the fullest?"

"Tangtang? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I called you several times just now, but you didn't hear me."

"I remembered something," Jin Huan smiled.

That smile left countless young kids around him dumbfounded.

Su Hui's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Unfortunately, she didn't look outside.

"Ring ring ring..." The school bell rang.

He had no choice but to reluctantly return to the classroom.

During class, the teacher quoted extensively from classical texts and talked about unofficial histories, but then mentioned the historically famous General Huo.

"It's said that Lord Huo had a peach wood plaque around his neck for protection and to ward off evil spirits..."

Jin Huan wanted to laugh when she heard this. It wasn't a peach wood plaque at all; it was just a keepsake that she had carved for him.

As soon as get out of class ended, this time Su Hui came by herself without Qian Shouzheng having to tidy up.

But this time, the window was already crowded with people, and there was nowhere for him to stand.

Su Hui frowned and moved closer, which made the others back away a bit.

"Don't come here again, she's mine." As soon as Su Hui finished speaking, everyone felt a little dejected. The Su family was indeed a behemoth that they couldn't afford to offend, but they were all unwilling to give up just like that.

But they definitely have to leave now, otherwise Su Xiaobawang won't let them off the hook.

At such a young and spirited age, one does everything with great energy and enthusiasm, especially someone as gifted as Su Hui.

He didn't dare go in, so he stood at the window and looked inside.

Jin Huan was tired of listening to the lectures; they were too boring. Why were the math problems so convoluted? What's the difference between that and taking off your pants to fart? They had no practical use at all. She's different from humans; she doesn't need sleep, but the last lecture really made her sleepy.

Two classes she found particularly difficult to study that morning were math and history.

She knew the answer to the first one just by looking at it, but the teacher insisted on using the knowledge and formulas she had learned from the textbook to solve it step by step. The second one was history…

She always felt that the current history was far removed from the real history, which led her to unconsciously want to write down what she saw and heard.

Of course, there were also some problems with the Chinese language class.

When analyzing a line of poetry, the teacher draws on historical and contemporary examples, considering the poet's dynasty, family background, the environment at the time, and their experiences with the month and climate, to analyze the meaning of the line.

I listened with great interest but was speechless.

Perhaps the poet didn't think that much at the time and just wanted to rhyme. How come later generations are so amazing, saying things that sound even more authentic than the original poet himself?

It was finally time for lunch.

Everyone rushed to the cafeteria, as there was only half an hour for dinner.

Jin Huan didn't want to run, but Tang Qingyun was worried that if Jin Huan arrived late, there wouldn't be any good food, so she went ahead to reserve a spot. This was indeed a prestigious school, but in recent years, a certain school management model known for its strictness had swept the country, causing even prestigious schools like Carloy to start experiencing some internal competition.

Of course, Tang Qingyun was being too enthusiastic. Before Jin Huan could stop her, her legs seemed to have a motor attached to them, and she ran off.

She actually meant that she didn't really want to eat anything. Oden would be fine, but she had no appetite for staple foods like rice and noodles.

A few people were following her furtively, but Jin Huan had no interest in them. She knew they were following her, but she never looked back. She was always like that, cold and aloof.

Once inside the cafeteria, she first bought two cups of oden and two bottles of iced cola, then found a prominent spot to sit down and wait for Tang Qingyun to arrive.

Su Hui and the others quickly sat down at the next table.

Unfortunately, Jin Huan's gaze remained fixed on Tang Qingyun alone, without even glancing at them. Su Hui felt frustrated once again.

"Brother Hui, I have a method you can try, with a 99% success rate."

"You said."

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