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    Because of the difficult problem of politics, Xiaoman decided that starting from tomorrow morning, she would devote herself to listening to the morning news.

    The next morning, Xiaoman got up early without even bothering to hear his mother’s call.  When I opened my eyes and saw the wall and heating pipes in front of me, I couldn't tell whether I was feeling disappointed or grateful.

    After struggling to put on the bloated and heavy cotton pants, Xiao Man looked at his somewhat bulky self in the mirror and missed the light and warm clothes in the future.

    Father Gu rode his bicycle to buy milk for his daughter as usual.  After getting up, Xiaoman turned on the radio in the living room and tuned to the news channel. Listening to the news, he began to help Gu's mother prepare lunch for her to take to school.

    After breakfast, the family of three, who had packed up, went out together.

    Twenty-six hours after time travel, Xiaoman felt that she had adapted to everything in front of her.  I just don’t know where the original Gu Xiaoman went, whether he exchanged bodies with hers, or went to other parallel worlds.  And as for her body, I don’t know if she’s okay now?  Xiao Man looked at the white breath she exhaled in front of her, hoping that someone could take over her body and continue her unfinished experiment.

    The classroom was still so cold that people couldn’t stretch out their hands. When Xiaoman entered, there were already many students reading early in the morning.  Liu Qingqing was also sitting in her seat, immersed in writing something.

    "Xiao Man, you're here." Liu Qingqing smiled naively at Xiao Man, then moved aside to make a bench free for Xiao Man to sit down.

    "Xiao Man, these are the notes I compiled for this semester, for you." As he said this, he pushed the notebook in his hand to Xiao Man's eyes.

    "For me?" Xiaoman asked, but he didn't expect that the notes Liu Qingqing had been carefully organizing after class were actually for him.

    "Yes." Liu Qingqing nodded vigorously, and then clasped her fingers awkwardly on the bumpy tabletop.  "I think you are most worried about studying politics. You were still making up your notes before the end of the last semester, so I wanted to help you organize them in advance this semester, but it was a bit late." He said and smiled at Xiaoman sheepishly.

    "Thank you, you helped me a lot." Xiao Man saw her looking at the notebook between the two of them with some anxiety, thanked her and took it over with a smile.  Opening the notebook, Liu Qingqing's meticulous care can be seen everywhere, and Xiaoman was a little moved.

    Looking at Liu Qingqing, she was also happy that she could help Xiaoman.

    "You're welcome, you're welcome, you helped me with a lot of questions."

    The two looked at each other and smiled, Xiaoman opened his notebook and looked through it carefully.

    The first class in the morning is physics, and Teacher Zhao’s loud voice is perfect for refreshing students early in the morning.  Although the teachers in class next to me would always protest unbearably, they usually had little effect.  Teacher Zhao tried to control his voice while apologizing, but soon returned to his original tone when he got emotional.  Xiaoman and his class were often forced to listen to the physics class again during the class next door.

    Xiao Man admired Teacher Zhao’s enthusiasm and devotion to work, but Xiao Man frowned.  Teacher Zhao seems to have used the wrong formula just now. Although the calculation results have not changed, it means that several factors were ignored when using this formula.

    Xiaoman has lived for thirty years after all, and she would not do such a thing as pointing out the teacher's mistakes in class.  After class, Xiaoman walked to the door of Teacher Zhao's office hesitantly, not knowing whether he should bring it up to him.  Then I thought about the students in the class who, in order to write quickly, would expose their hands when taking notes.  After class, I wash myself with soap in the washbasin in front of the classroom and apply some cream or the like to prevent the back of my hands from getting chapped.

    Even for the sake of her hard-working classmates, she shouldn’t pretend not to know.  Seeing that Teacher Zhao was not a petty person, Xiao Man finally knocked on the office door and shouted "report".

    Originally, Xiao Man planned to hint to Teacher Zhao to let him know that he had used the wrong formula.  In this way, the goal is achieved without hurting the teacher's face. How great.  But Xiaoman had no choice but to hint that people's level was not that good, so Teacher Zhao followed Shale there without knowing why.  In the end, Xiaoman had no choice but to speak directly.

    Teacher Zhao didn’t say anything for a long time after hearing this. When Xiaoman was already thinking about whether his usual straightforwardness was just an act, he suddenly slapped his thigh hard.  The sound was so loud that Xiao Man was so frightened that he accidentally choked on his own saliva and started coughing.

    "You are right, classmate Gu Xiaoman." Teacher Zhao looked at Gu Xiaoman with bright eyes, "As expected of Gu Xiaoman. Come on, tell your classmates now."

    Teacher Zhao stood up as he spoke and returned to the classroom in a hurry.  Xiao Man was stunned by his vigorous and resolute actions, and then quickly ran after him after realizing what he was doing.

    "classmates!"

    Xiao Man chased me; He Liansheng cleared his throat nervously and then started singing.  Xiao Man knew how the smile gradually disappeared.

    After He Liansheng finished singing, he looked at Xiao Man's complicated eyes and asked with a guilty conscience: "How was the singing?"

    "Do you know freestyle?" Xiaoman asked.

    "What?" He Liansheng was puzzled.

    "It's nothing." Xiaoman shook his head.  The song He Liansheng sang was in the wrong key and the pauses were wrong. It was more like reciting than singing.  His expression looked very confident. If Xiaoman had never heard Liu Qingqing sing before, I would have thought he was right just by looking at his expression.

    “I think there are quite a lot of people, so just don’t make a sound and hum along, really.”

    Xiaoman felt that what he said was very reserved, but He Liansheng still looked like he was shocked.

    After He Liansheng left with his head lowered, Xiao Man looked around and saw that no one was around, and started singing quietly.

    very good.  Xiaoman nodded in understanding, she could lip-sync with He Liansheng.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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