Do it again

In a blink of an eye, it was dinner time, and everyone went to the cafeteria to have dinner together. Wang Yu had just put away his textbooks. When he looked up, almost everyone in the classroom was gone. He pulled up his bench and walked towards the cafeteria.

On the way back to the dormitory after dinner, I passed by the playground. Those who had eaten quickly had already started playing basketball. The perimeter of the basketball court was full of girls, watching the people they liked sweating wantonly in the sunset.

After dinner, there are two periods of evening self-study. After class, there is a big break and a 35-minute break. General students are dismissed from school at this time, and students living on campus have one self-study class for three nights. At this time, the students who live on campus always sneak out of the school together with the general students, and go to the nearby canteen to buy some sugar cane, cold noodles, potatoes, and cigarettes that are not available in the school canteen. When you enter the school gate, you only need to smile and say haha ​​to the guard.

Throughout the self-study, Wang Yu was asking Fan Xiaoming questions in a very low tone. He had completely forgotten a lot of knowledge in junior high school, which made the high school textbooks feel like reading from heaven. Fan Xiaoming also answered Wang Yu's question in surprise. In her eyes, how could a person in the top ten in the entrance examination class not even know the knowledge of junior high school.

The self-study period passed quickly. Wang Yu packed up two books and prepared to go back to the dormitory to continue reading. After briefly washing up, he sat down at the table and prepared to read, while He Changhong and Liu Jun went around the dormitory to play games.

Wang Yu and Liu Yun were the only ones left in the dormitory. Liu Yun had better grades than Wang Yu. He was handsome, generous, 1.8 meters tall, liked to play basketball, and had a good family background. He was the crush of many girls in his grade.

He was lying on the bed, holding a magazine in his hand, and looked at Wang Yu from time to time."You worked extra hard today. Normally, as soon as you finish it, you read a novel and then go to bed."

Wang Yu looked back at him,"Some questions are not right. I know it so well, I want to figure it out."

Just as he was talking, He Changhong and Liu Jun opened the door and came in,"We lost again, Zhencai."

Suddenly He Changhong came to Wang Yu's side and said,"Brother, I'll leave tomorrow's homework to you."

Wang Yu didn't say anything, just reading the question.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the lights in the dormitory were turned off. Wang Yu was planning to read again, but he felt inexplicably upset. He rolled over and climbed into bed, and questions in his mind couldn't stop popping up.

He has traveled through time, which is extremely real, but his memory is so fragmented. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that these twenty-six years were not the same as his life, and he cannot remember many details at all. But he knew that this was another opportunity given to him by God, and he must seize it.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be nurtured but cannot be kissed. Grandma died of Alzheimer's disease and could not remember anything when she left. He is my grandmother's most beloved grandson. She spent the first eighteen years of his life with her. If there is a preference, it must be her.

God actually gave me a chance. Wang Yu took out his mobile phone, which was still a button machine. He remembered that in the past, he would tell his parents to change to a smart phone at this time, but now he does not need it. He set a strict study plan for himself and put all the conditions into consideration. All items are planned and strictly implemented. This is to combat the procrastination he has developed over the years.

Wang Yu touched his cell phone and resisted the urge to call his grandma. He wanted to take a good look at his grandma when he went back on Friday. His grandma was in his memory.

In the vague memories and imagination, Wang Yu fell asleep.

The next day, Wang Yu woke up from his bed in the dormitory. He knew that he had successfully traveled through time.

The cafeteria in the morning is a nightmare for dormitory students, with tasteless white steamed buns, white porridge with no pickles if you go late, fried food that is so greasy that it doesn’t even look like breakfast, a bowl of noodles that is still full at noon, and cabbage that remains the same every day. Wang Yu reasonably suspected that the stuffing for the stuffed buns was made from cabbage soup that he had not finished drinking the day before.

Most of the students who live on campus ask the general students to help bring breakfast, or they get milk and bread from the canteen.

Wang Yu didn't have much appetite after a while, so he simply stopped eating. He didn't have the habit of eating breakfast anyway. He had severe gastroenteritis in the past, and his stomach always felt uncomfortable when eating breakfast outside.

The day's plan begins in the morning, and every morning reading is the focus of liberal arts teachers, either reciting ancient poems or English, biology, geography, and history.

But something seemed different today. As soon as Wang Yu entered the classroom, he saw a few big words written on the blackboard: Self-study in the morning, self- study in the morning, waiting for the class teacher. Wang Yu took out his English book and started to recite it to himself.