Chapter 536: What You See Is the Future
It was already late when Zhong Cheming finished dinner. He washed the dishes, turned on the computer, played games, took a shower, and went to bed. There are two bedrooms in the house. Mom and Dad are in the master bedroom. The master bedroom is larger than the second bedroom, and you can sleep on the floor when necessary. A part of the master bedroom connected to the balcony is separated, which is usually used to store laundry. The furnishings in the second bedroom are more complicated, with a bed, a wardrobe, two tables, and bedside tables. The part near the balcony is separated into a small room with bookshelves and desks. It was originally a place for study. In addition, there is a kitchen, bathroom, living room and dining room. This is a place for ten years, or a hundred years.

Lin Xuran never forgets to study even in the middle of the night. She opens her tablet, exports her textbooks, and studies from 0 pm to am. She is very hardworking. What is even more commendable is that the time wasted in these three hours is almost %. Unfortunately, she is biased in her subjects. Her scores in the three main subjects are all very bad, and the total score may not be three digits. These four hours are enough for her to finish half of the physics book. Of course, the physics book here refers to the physics book for the second grade of junior high school.

The house that Lin Xuran rented was not that spacious. It had two bedrooms of similar size, one of which she had turned into a utility room. The layout of the house was simple and clear, with kitchen, living room, and bathroom. There was nothing else except the commonly used electrical appliances and furniture. She planned to buy some small things to decorate the house on the weekend. The so-called home is almost a place where one's own things are more than others'. This is true even if the whole world is one's home, even if there is only one small room, or even more so, if there are many people living in the same room.

A dormitory cannot be called a home unless there is only one or two people in the dormitory, or the other people have very few belongings. A shared apartment may or may not be called a home. In addition to the number of items that can be clearly counted, the individual's mentality is more dominant. If both parents are away from home and I go there every summer vacation, can such a place be considered a home? If you want to, then it is. If not, then you can use the number of items to deny its false title of home.

Fortunately, she had taken a bath before studying hard, otherwise it would have been difficult to fall asleep that night. After taking a bath, she also washed her clothes, which is something that most adults may not be able to do, or may not be able to do it in time. She had received her school uniform before entering school, so it was time to change into it tomorrow. It was a common combination of dark blue and light gray. The upper half of the top was blue, and the dark blue was like a gem, precipitated in the deep sea. The light gray of the lower half was pale and transparent. The dividing line could be seen as a large obtuse angle, and only the pocket part of the lower half was embedded with blue. The lower body clothes were mainly light gray, with a blue stripe on each side. It could be said to be simple and plain, without any special features.

Morning reading starts at 7:30, but for the parallel class of Group B, morning reading is optional, and the first class starts at 8:10, so there are many kinds of free time in between. The night passed quickly, and Zhong Cheming got up on time at 7:30, because the last alarm he set at 7:30 rang. After washing up, he had to prepare breakfast, making fried rice with last night's leftovers, and then a bowl of chicken thigh stewed potatoes to heat up slightly, and finally a cup of oatmeal. There is enough time to waste in the morning, and the feeling of skipping morning reading is more refreshing than skipping class.

Lin Xuran got up earlier. She bought milk and bread at the school gate and entered the classroom on time at 7:30. Some classmates had already taken their seats, but not many, less than half. Her deskmate had not arrived yet, the student at the back had not arrived yet, and the student at the back had not arrived yet.

Mu Tudu lived in the dormitory, so he could explain that getting up too early would affect his roommates' rest. It took seven or eight minutes to get from the dormitory to the classroom, so he got up at eight o'clock every day. He would have breakfast after the first get out of class, which was convenient and did not take up personal time. If breakfast was slow, it would probably be delayed until the second class.

Tang Moluo is a day student. Her parents prepare breakfast for her. After they prepare breakfast, they wake her up. After she washes up, she has breakfast with them. However, her parents go to work early, so she has about 20 minutes to spare after breakfast. If she loves studying, she can use these 20 minutes to study. As for other things, she can also finish some of them in 20 minutes, such as watching an episode of anime or washing dishes.

From 8 o'clock, students gradually entered the classroom. At 7:30, there were only a dozen people in the classroom. From 7:30 to 8 o'clock, a few more people came to the classroom. Nearly half of the remaining students rushed to the last ten minutes, but even if there were only ten minutes, everyone was early or late. Tang Moluo entered the classroom at 8 o'clock. As soon as Tang Moluo's deskmate entered the classroom, the bell for the first class rang, and her deskmate came a little earlier.

The two of them did not speak when they met. Zhong Cheming just stared at him and smiled, and Lin Xuran also omitted the smile. He just stared at him for a while, but when he saw a drop of soy sauce on his gray school uniform, he smiled slightly. Zhong Cheming did not notice the soy sauce on his clothes, or he did not pay attention to it. This is very normal. People who often cook have some smell of fireworks. This is the taste of life.

The first class started, oh, it was a Chinese class, Zhong Cheming's Chinese grades were pretty good, he didn't dislike those specious rhetoric, or forced emotions, which was very rare. When people were students, their impression of Chinese was mostly just writing skills, but it was these writing skills that they learned for twelve years, and then threw them away, and suddenly realized that there was nothing wrong with them.

The so-called literary skills are mixed in the words, deep or shallow, and the thoughts of the speaker and the listener are overturned and communicated. This is also the case with the world. Our world does not hate embellishment, and even excessive embellishment is not intolerable. But embellishment will not change the truth. Even excessive embellishment will only make the truth complicated. For those who affect the truth, we call them lies. Lies do not belong to any kind of literary skills. They are just deception. It has nothing to do with good or evil intentions. It is an objective limitation because you could have chosen not to do so.

Chinese class is a good way to catch up on sleep, especially the first class in the early morning. The classrooms are located on both sides of the corridor. On his side, he can see the afterglow but not the morning light. The sun and the moon are needed by the world, but not all stars are like this. That is modification. The light bodies in the sky, visible and invisible, about to be annihilated and newly born, known and unknown, can be called modified and cannot be modified, it is always there, always.

Lin Xuran happily accepted the first period of sleep-in time, but fortunately she woke up in the second period. The second period was history. The history teacher was a slightly fat middle-aged man. It was hard to tell how much historical atmosphere he had. But as soon as he opened his mouth, you could tell that although he was paranoid, it was only limited to his own obsession, unlike those who talked about history and distorted right and wrong.

Zhong Cheming was not interested in history, because history was someone else's past, at least that was the history in history textbooks. If he was successful in his studies and his name was passed on to the next class of students by the teachers, he would naturally be happy, because this was his history, which could be called a glorious history. As for the not-so-glorious parts, whenever he thought of them late at night, he could not fall asleep for a long time, and he would feel sad, unwilling, angry, complain, sigh, or be persistent, but it was difficult to show them to others.