The snow in Xiong County is not heavy in winter, but it lasts for a long time. It has snowed for three days in a row, and there is a cold smell in the air.
No. 3 Middle School is going on winter vacation.
Naturally, he has to go through a tough exam before the winter vacation. Mu Qingyun's notebook is the most popular gift at the moment. At least there is no other gift that can beat it on the campus of No. 3 Middle School.
There are still a few good students in the class, like Qi Changzhi. Before Mu Qingyun came to school, he was a well-deserved genius. Even after Mu Qingyun came, his classmates still looked up to him.
A strong man like this who can even be ranked in the city is regarded as a god in the hearts of most college students. Although he does not get full marks like Mu Qingyun, his scores are beyond the reach of ordinary students.
However, there was a problem with Qi Changzhi's notes. He recognized what he wrote.
"I really want to say that classmate Qi's notebook is like a genius' notebook." Cai Pan looked at the notebook and took it to copy Mu Qingyun's notebook.
The students on the left and right were watching eagerly.
Unlike geniuses like Qi Changzhi, Mu Qingyun's notes are particularly meticulous. In addition to what the teacher writes on the blackboard during teaching, she also has to extend every knowledge point and write down relevant knowledge points.
In the notes of each lesson, the first half is the key knowledge points, followed by related questions, and then examples are written. Every knowledge point used in these examples must be recorded in detail, and errors are prone to various errors. Colors are indicated individually.
Cai Pantai has not seen many teaching aids sold in bookstores, but the materials they use themselves are far less detailed and durable than Mu Qingyun's notes.
"I remember, Ah Qing, you have a photographic memory and you can always recite things after hearing them. How come you are so trouble-free when writing these notes?"
Mu Qingyun laughed: "I've long been used to it. It's quite interesting and not too troublesome."
When she first started studying, she had to do a lot of things every day. When she got home, she had to do everything in her way to study for the test papers. Only in the classroom could she truly study down to earth. She attached great importance to taking notes and wished she could take them down. Write down every word and every knowledge point the teacher said.
At that time, her notes were messy and rough. Although they were detailed, they were not organized.
Of course it was different later. The notebooks and textbooks she used when she was in high school became thicker the more she read, and then became thicker the more she wrote. Mr. Qiao gave her ten camphor wood boxes to store these notes, and they were still filled to the brim. , after it is thick, it becomes thinner and thinner as I read it.
In the end, she wrote down her notes on various subjects in the three years of high school into a thin booklet of about thirty or forty pages.
Teacher Jia said that if her booklet really sells, it will be worth ten thousand yuan.
Well, don't look too high, but in her time, simple knowledge couldn't be sold for a high price.
Mu Qingyun put away his notes, took a rag and wiped his desk and Cai Pandi's desk carefully. While wiping the table, Cai Pandi had already packed her schoolbag quickly, leaving her and Mu Qingyun All the garbage bags were collected and thrown away.
"Ah Qing, don't worry about it. Let me take a look. It's time for you to go to the skating rink on Thursday."
While talking, Cai Pandi snatched the rag from Mu Qingyun's hand, put her schoolbag on her back, and pushed her out.
In addition to the on-duty students responsible for sweeping the floors every day, No. 3 Middle School also has to do a general cleaning every Thursday. Especially since the weather has been cold recently, many students have fallen sick and had fever. The school has stricter hygiene requirements, but every weekend When it was time to work, Cai Pandi always rushed ahead of Mu Qingyun to get everything done.
The little girl truly believed that Mu Qingyun's time should not be spent on such trivial matters, and her hands were not equipped to do such menial work.
Mu Qingyun also grabbed the rag and broom from the little girl, put the milk he just bought into her mouth, put it in a tube, and went out with his schoolbag on his back.
Today is the day she goes to the rink to learn skating.
In her time, there were not many people who learned to skate. Most of the little girls liked to learn painting or dancing. After all, skating was rare, but Mu Qingyun liked it very much. It was the first time she saw this world and her world. In the same place, on the top floor of a shopping mall, I saw a dozen little girls in beautiful costumes dancing on the ice.
The little girls living in the village climb trees to shoot dates, play slingshots, catch cicadas, and play many kinds of games. However, there is no ice rink, nor is there such a luxury shopping mall that integrates food, accommodation, shopping, and entertainment.
The memory of that moment was lost in an instant. Mu Siping's family was from a pretty good family, but the various interest classes belonged to Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao and did not belong to her, let alone ice skating. The ice rink was very expensive. , coaches are also very expensive, and even skates are not cheap.
In this day and age, ice rinks are still not cheap.
But her state of mind is completely different from before. Now Mu Qingyun can pay for everything she wants, including buying a house. Will she give up these hobbies that she likes?
As soon as she got up, before she went out, the black cat squatting on the window sill outside lazily meowed at her twice. Mu Qingyun paused, hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned his head and sat back.
Cai Pandi: "??"
"Well, I feel a little uncomfortable. I'm taking a day off today. I'll ask Xiaoxia to talk to the coach for me later."
Cai Pandi was startled and quickly asked her to sit down and touched her forehead: "You don't have a fever. Why do you feel uncomfortable? Why don't you go to the hospital?"
Mu Qingyun's eyes flashed slightly, and he patted Cai Pandi's arm and said, "Maybe it was the wind that blew in while sleeping last night. Don't worry, you can accompany me to the infirmary later."
Cai Pandi nodded repeatedly, and several classmates nearby also noticed the movement. They quickly took the cleaning tools from Cai Pandi's hand and urged: "Since classmate Mu is not feeling well, Xiao Cai, please accompany her quickly. There’s not much left, let’s just do it.”
Mu Qingyun smiled, but did not refuse the kindness of his classmates. The two of them went downstairs all the way. Halfway through, they heard someone screaming from downstairs, followed by a few bangs, and it was obvious that someone was jumping on the ladder. Cai Pan Seeing his feet trembling, Mu Qingyun grabbed him and slapped his schoolbag, stopping the classmate who was almost pressing on the burr of the armrest.
Many students were shocked and angry: "Who is it? Are you crazy? Why are you kicking around? What if you fall?"
No. 3 Middle School is an old school, and the teaching building is even older. The quality of the building itself is good and very solid. However, the staircase outside has been weathered and has shown a bit of decay. It is narrow and steep overall, and the handrails are still raw. There was a layer of rust, and there were all kinds of moss and mildew spots all over the floor. The most important thing was that it was corroded and weathered every year. If someone ran and jumped on it, the whole staircase would tremble. (End of chapter)
