Rest 2
Who understands the sense of redemption high school students feel when they hear the ding-ding-ding signaling the end of class? Ten minutes between classes. The entire classroom fell asleep, but Huang Yaya couldn't fall asleep.
She would forget her previous dreams as soon as she woke up, but the dream she just had was very interesting. She still remembered the face after waking up. It must have been extremely beautiful.
And the scenery, I think the scenery is beautiful and the people are even more beautiful, the beautiful scenery sets off the beauty, thinking of this, Huang Yaya couldn't help but laugh like a pervert.
Although she is only 17 years old, she has been studying for the past 17 years. In ancient times, women at the age of 17 would have been married for several years. So what if she is just dreaming about a handsome guy? It is natural for a girl to be in love, and it is in line with the law of hormone secretion.
Huang Yaya glanced at the few boys in the class. Some of them had more exaggerated acne on their faces than hers, some spoke and behaved more weakly than her, and some boys were just studying hard and were not even as tall as her.
How sad, how sad, she sighed deeply in her heart, not a single boy in this class could match one tenth of the appearance of the man in her dream. Huang Yaya felt that she had only been daydreaming for a moment when the ruthless school bell rang. She told herself in her heart that she was not sleepy and that she would definitely pay attention in this class.
Unfortunately, the history teacher and math teacher switched classes this time. In her eyes, math class, besides teaching solid geometry and seemingly alien knowledge like the f(x) function, was also a super hypnotic class that could easily make her doze off!!!
In some classes, she would pinch her legs to wake herself up, and in others, when she was in good spirits, she could sit through the entire class without dozing off. But in math, she would do everything in her power, even standing in the corner as punishment, and still fall asleep.
She felt she needed to reflect on herself. It was true that she found math too complex and couldn't understand most of it, which was why she fell asleep while listening. But she also had to blame the math teacher. Even with a loudspeaker, she still couldn't hear his voice, which was quieter than a mosquito's.
And there's this math teacher who looks only in his 40s or 50s, but you can tell just by listening to him speak that he's definitely not a local. Why? Because he teaches with a thick dialect. Are teachers not required to speak Mandarin these days?
"I feel so soft and fat when I get home." Who can tell from this sentence that it means learning conic section equations?
It is difficult to understand mathematics, and the teacher has an obscure accent. This is a double buff. Huang Yaya wants to cry and cry for her mathematics career. She was really good at mathematics from elementary school to junior high school, so why did it plummet in high school?
Looking at the number x^2/a^2+y^2/b^2=1 on the blackboard, Huang Yaya felt as if someone was shaking a pocket watch in front of her eyes. She wanted her deskmate to pinch her to wake her up. But she vaguely saw that her deskmate had already closed his eyes, only his hands were left scribbling uncontrollably on the textbook. Huang Yaya tried pinching her arm, but it didn't hurt. Hehe, it didn't hurt at all.
Slowly she drifted off to sleep, and when she regained consciousness, she felt herself falling, falling, falling, a terrifying, real feeling of weightlessness. She looked down and saw a tiny speck walking beside the lotus pond. It felt like she had found a lifeline, and she cried out, "Help, help, help, help, oh secours, oh secours."
The person below looked around in confusion, and the person in the air was about to hit the ground with his butt. Huang Yaya shouted: "Look up, look up, look up, look up."
As she fell further and further from the ground, she could see clearly that the man on the ground was the young man in a long blue robe she had dreamed of in the previous class. Was it because he was so handsome? Was it because she wanted to be a hero saving a beautiful woman? Was that why she dreamed of him again?
Huang Yaya didn't have the mind to dwell on these minor issues, nor did she feel the slightest bit of relief at dreaming about this handsome man again. The terrifying acceleration frightened her. Even in a dream, she was grateful she didn't have a heart condition, otherwise she would have been frightened to death. She also understood why many amusement park rides were off-limits to people with heart disease. People with heart disease couldn't bungee jump or ride roller coasters. What a brilliant idea.
The handsome young man who had punched Pan An and kicked Song Yu saw someone falling from the sky. He also panicked and dropped the book in his hand, stretched out his slender arms, and moved them to the left and then to the right. He was only one step away from Huang Yaya and he could have caught her. But unfortunately, Huang Yaya fell heavily in front of the young man's feet with a bang.
It hurt, it really hurt. Huang Yaya felt like every bone in her body was about to break. Luckily, even Newton was asleep in her dream. Otherwise, according to the laws of acceleration multiplied by her weight, and the mutual action of forces, she would have fallen to the ground like a watermelon, scattering all over the red soil. The scene was so beautiful that she didn't dare to imagine it too clearly.
The young man in green shirt looked anxious and asked with concern, "Fairy sister?"
What does it mean to be suddenly enlightened by the sound of heavenly music? A gentle voice reached Huang Yaya's ears, and she instantly recalled the useless novels she'd read. The male protagonist in those stories must have had this voice. She was already a fan of both looks and voices, and the man before her had both. She was completely satisfied, completely satisfied. This man was like a male character in an otome game, no, he was hundreds of times more outstanding than those male husbands.
"Sister Fairy, do you need me to help you up?"
Oh my god, he actually thought he was a fairy. Hahaha, this dream was so great, so great that she didn't want to wake up. Would the next step be that the goddess was ruthless, but the prince was interested, and he would fall hopelessly in love with her, hahaha. Huang Yaya imagined the novels she had read, the ones where the heroines who traveled back in time were mistaken for fairies by the heroes, who then pestered her relentlessly, insisted on marrying her, and they ended up living together happily.
Before Huang Yaya could answer, she felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, she saw classmates stealing glances at her, and her math teacher was also staring at her intently. A bad feeling came over her, and she felt a creepy presence behind her.
Was turning her head a question? But she turned with a mixture of curiosity and fear, only to see a large belly in a white shirt. Looking up, she saw the typical dean's face, serious yet contemptuous. His stern gaze was fixed on her deskmate. Just as she was about to accidentally wake him, the dean's fan had already landed on the sleepy classmate's head.
With a "pop", the classmate finally opened his eyes, and some happy and gloating laughter came from the corner of the classroom.
Alert, completely alert! No amount of coffee guzzling, cold water washing, or pinching thighs or arms could keep sleep at bay like the dean standing behind me. The head teacher slammed the stick down on the desk, and those dozing students snapped awake.
"Are there any students who don't understand the knowledge points I just covered?"
That’s right, if this teacher had open classes and leadership, she could still get an A in Mandarin. It’s a pity that this was just a dream for her!
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