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Wang Mengxi didn't know the experimental procedure and was reading a book step by step. Qin Xue had already poured iodine water and benzene into the separating funnel.When Wang Mengxi took the funnel, something glass, he instinctively handled it carefully: "Shall I shake it?"

Qin Xue nodded, and Wang Mengxi decisively turned the separating funnel over.

As a result, Wang Mengxi yelled in a low voice very quickly after turning it over, and quickly turned the funnel back.The plunger on the separatory funnel was not covered properly, and the mixed liquid dripped from the gap, covering Wang Mengxi's hand holding the funnel.

She quickly put the funnel into the iron stand and reached under the faucet to wash her hands.

Benzene is oily, greasy, and very uncomfortable when it gets on your hands.Although iodine water is not greasy, it has color, and it is not easy to fade when it touches hands.

Fortunately, Wang Mengxi was still in the mood to joke: "Look, this is the skin color that descendants of Yan and Huang should have."

Qin Xue picked up the piston carefully with her thumb and forefinger. There was still a lot of mixed liquid on it, which was dripping down the curved funnel.

She picked up a wet rag beside the funnel and said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Benzene, is it poisonous?"

"Should it be okay?" Wang Mengxi was even more uncertain than she was, "Shouldn't the school make fun of our safety?"

Qin Xue nodded: "Continue?"

Wang Mengxi checked the piston on it repeatedly, and handed it to Qin Xue: "You come."

Facts have proved that the airtightness of this funnel is still very good. Qin Xue held the funnel and tilted it carefully. Wang Mengxi watched the liquid inside slowly overflow the upper piston, and he was relieved when he was sure that it did not leak out again.

The liquid quickly separated into layers, Qin Xue put the funnel into the iron stand, and Wang Mengxi reached out and took a small beaker and put it under the funnel.

Wang Mengxi stretched out his hand to turn the piston below, but after turning it several times, still no liquid flowed down.Qin Xue thought for a while, then stretched out her hand to uncover the piston above.

"Ah!" Wang Mengxi's scream was filled with helplessness.The lower liquid did come out, but at the wrong angle, not only did it not enter the beaker, but sprayed Wang Mengxi's hands again, this time it was more serious, even the table was not spared.

Wang Mengxi backed away subconsciously, slid back with the metal stool, and bumped his back against the laboratory table below. The stool rubbed against the floor and made a very sharp "squeak" sound, which made the scalp numb.

Qin Xue quickly turned the piston, put the remaining bit of lower liquid into the beaker, and then turned it again to prevent the upper liquid from continuing to flow out.A small beaker with a diameter of less than five centimeters has no bottom.

Inexplicably pitiful.

"How about." Wang Mengxi suggested while washing his hands, "Do it again?"

Qin Xue wiped the table, and finally shook her head: "Let's forget it."

Wang Mengxi didn't want to do it again, turned around and looked at Zheng Gongxiao on the right: "Zhenggong, show me your experiment results?"

The seats in the laboratory are different from those in the classroom. Zheng Gong, who was beside Wang Mengxi and the others, had been watching them clearly, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

But in the end Zheng Gong still sighed, and after obtaining Guo Jingjie's consent, he handed over the beakers of their group.Wang Mengxi took it excitedly, walked halfway without mercy, and punched Zheng Gong and Guo Jingjie solemnly: "Thank you Zhenggong, thank you Xueba."

Lin Shuhua, who also knew about this matter, laughed loudly: "It's a good thing that you won the sodium experiment in the lottery."

Qin Xue glanced at him with a half-smile: "What right do you have to laugh at us?"

Lin Shuhua's expression froze. He and Ji Lu were in a group. Ji Lu was very capable of doing things. Lin Shuhua often watched Ji Lu experiment, and then enjoyed the experimental results with peace of mind.

Little friend Lin immediately turned around and clasped the shoulder of Ji's thigh, provocatively said: "At least I still have a thigh to hug."

This scene was the first thing Song Linchuan saw when he entered the classroom. He smiled at Lin Shuhua inadvertently. Lin Shuhua immediately felt a chill down his spine, and he let go of Ji Lu reflexively. He was still puzzled when he returned to his seat. A subconscious move.Looking up at Song Linchuan, he was still as gentle and polite as usual, and turning his head to look at Ji Lu, who was seriously listening to the class.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, the school began to try its best to mobilize the students' enthusiasm for learning, but did not dare to push too hard, for fear that students with poor psychological endurance could not bear the pressure and would have accidents.

The second Monday of the opening ceremony is the third-year coming-of-age ceremony organized by the school.In fact, there are still most of the students who are not yet full. This coming-of-age ceremony is actually a disguised form of organizing an inspirational lecture, and it also tells the students that they should take up their responsibilities when they are adults.

All the students were required to change into blue school uniforms. The weather hadn't turned cold yet, and the heat was almost turning into reality.Although the school uniform is loose sweatpants, it is also long trousers. Some disregarding the image, they can't help but roll up the wide trouser legs above the knee. The girls clamored to change back to the skirt.

In fact, the school has a rule that it is best to wear a school uniform during class.But there has been no strong requirement, and this regulation exists in name only.The standard Chinese-style school uniform, even if the school uniform style of Xingyuan Middle School is okay, but it is the difference between what is passable and what is unbearable.Even in order not to hit the shirt, the phrase "best to wear" is equivalent to not wearing it.

In addition, there are quite a few transfer schools who repeat their graduation grades. If they study for a year, is it possible to force others to spend hundreds of dollars to buy one or two sets of school uniforms?I don't know if the school leaders have obsessive-compulsive disorder. With these special cases, it is better to simply lift the ban.So usually everyone wears regular clothes, and only in special events or special days will they be required to wear school uniforms collectively.

Most students don't have any idea about this coming-of-age ceremony, perhaps in their view, they can just relax for a whole morning.

Even if you keep telling yourself that you are already in the third year of high school, you are still not ready for the special struggle that belongs to the third year of high school.But the pressure often comes invisibly.There are more than 300 sheets of countdown to the college entrance examination by the blackboard. If you tear off one sheet a day, it will always be thin.

The thing that can change people the most is often only time.

But the most precious thing at the moment is time. Whoever realizes that he is already in the third year of high school earlier will win at the starting line.

The evening self-study in the third year of senior high school is until ten o'clock, which is half an hour later than that of non-graduation grades.But for the convenience of management, the lights-out time in the dormitory is still 10:30, which is very inconvenient for the third graders.In addition, parents are worried that their children's nutrition cannot keep up. Many boarding students rent houses near the school, and the number of senior three boarding students in the school has dropped sharply.

Wang Mengxi seems to be obsessed with succulents. As soon as the third year of high school started, he moved a pot of Xiongtongzi and a pot of Qianchi Lianhua to strengthen his succulent family.But the little sister on the fourth floor has more art classes, which are inconsistent with their courses. Wang Mengxi often can't see her sister, which makes her very disappointed.

Of course, the younger sister who has been paying attention to her for almost a year is of course making some progress.At least I know that my sister's name is Yang Zhaoxuan. As for the contact information, Wang Mengxi has always refused to take that step, claiming that distance creates beauty, but he secretly followed his Weibo by using his contacts, and barely saw some selfies of his little sister.

However, after seeing it, Wang Mengxi found out that the little sister already had a boyfriend. He was tall and handsome, and the little sister's basketball skills were actually taught by her boyfriend.

Wang Mengxi was unhappy at first, but ran into Yang Zhaoxuan on the road that day.After the white dew, the weather gradually turned cooler. Even if there were a few times when the sun was shining brightly, it was not as irritating to the eyes as in midsummer.Yang Zhaoxuan didn't tie her hair up, and the school doesn't allow perm dyeing, but the black hair looks very soft.Wearing a blue and white striped skirt, the skirt just passed the knee, revealing a slender white calf, which has not been tanned after a big summer.With a pair of white canvas shoes, the uppers are clean and as good as new.On the wrist is a black rubber band for hair, with two red beads on it, which looks like a bracelet.

Very fresh and simple dress.

When Wang Mengxi saw her, she was joking with her friends, with a sweet smile and two lovely dimples at the corners of her mouth.From time to time, I could still hear her laughter, which was clear and crisp, like a melodious lark.

Wang Mengxi secretly glanced at her several times, and finally made up his mind.

If there is a boyfriend, there must be a boyfriend. It is not normal for such a good little sister to not have a boyfriend!

The intensity of study in the third year of high school seems to have increased all of a sudden, and many students are still not used to it, and they are all looking forward to the National Day holiday with their fingers crossed.

The National Day holiday is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the senior three students come back from the holiday to have their first exam in the senior year. They are thinking about it, and don't even think about relaxing during the holiday.

Ji Lu, who had no one to care about his grades since he was a child, didn't think so much. After confirming that Uncle Chen was going to play at his sister's house during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ji Zicheng was far away from abroad and couldn't make it back. After Xie Xiaoxia had no news at all, Ji Lu went to Song Linchuan's house.

Song Linchuan actually doesn't like to eat mooncakes, they are too sweet and greasy, he only eats some not too sweet snowskin mooncakes.On the contrary, Ji Lu and Song Kai like it very much, and they are not picky about anything.

When visiting the supermarket with Song Linchuan, Ji Lu saw that he had taken a lot, so he couldn't help asking, "Are you going to give it away?"

"No." Song Linchuan replied while putting it in the shopping cart, "You like to eat."

"Then there's no need to buy so many, right?" There are a lot of things to prepare during the holidays, and a few boxes of hardcover mooncakes will fill up the shopping cart.

"Are there many?" Song Linchuan looked at the shopping cart, "Not many boxes."

Ji Lu stopped him from continuing to play, and expressed his true thoughts rather helplessly: "These gift boxed mooncakes in the supermarket are expensive and scarce, so it's not worth it."

Song Linchuan looked at him and smiled softly: "It's good. Be diligent and thrifty in managing the house."

Ji Lu was embarrassed, and just about to say something, he heard Lin Shuhua's bluffing voice.

"Ji Lu, you go to the supermarket too! Eh? Teacher Song is here too?"

☆、Chapter 27