My imagination has come true

The snow in Xiongxian County is not heavy in winter, but it lasts for a long time. It has been falling for three days in a row, and the air is full of coldness.

No. [-] middle school is going to have winter vacation.

Before the winter vacation, it is natural to go through some bone-chilling exams. Mu Qingyun's notebook is the most popular gift at the moment. At least there is no other gift that can match it on the campus of No. [-] 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, the students still looked up to him.

Such a strong man who can even be ranked in the city's rankings is a god in the hearts of most students. Although he is not like Mu Qingyun who can get full marks at will, his test scores are beyond the reach of ordinary students.

However, there was a problem with Qi Changzhi's notes. He recognized what he wrote.

"Really, classmate Qi's notebook is like a genius's notebook." Cai Pandi had a good time, and took Mu Qingyun's notebook to make a copy while talking.

The students on the left and right were watching eagerly.

Unlike a genius like Qi Changzhi, Mu Qingyun's notes are very meticulous. In addition to the teacher's writing on the blackboard when teaching, she must extend every point of knowledge and record relevant knowledge points.

In the notes of each lesson, the first half is the key knowledge points, followed by related questions, and then writing sample questions. Every knowledge point used in these sample questions must be recorded in detail, and there are various error-prone places. Colors are indicated individually.

Cai Pandi hadn't seen many teaching materials sold in bookstores, but the materials they used were far less detailed and durable than Mu Qingyun's notes.

"I remember, Ah Qing, you have a photographic memory, and you can recite it by ear. How did you write these notes without worrying about trouble?"

Mu Qingyun laughed: "I'm used to it, it's quite interesting, not 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 still messy and rough. Although the details were detailed, they were not organized.

Of course it was different later on. The notebooks and textbooks she used when she was in high school were all thicker and thicker as she read and wrote. Mr. Qiao gave her ten camphor wood boxes to store these notes, but they were still full. , After the thick is over, the more you read, the thinner it becomes.

In the end, she wrote the notes of 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 down on it, but in her era, simple knowledge could not 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 finished packing his schoolbag quickly, and put her and Mu Qingyun's desk together. All the garbage bags are collected and thrown away.

"You don't need to worry about it, Ah Qing. Let me see. On Thursday, you should go to the skating rink."

While talking, Cai Pandi snatched the rag from Mu Qingyun's hand, put the schoolbag on her back, and pushed her outside.

In addition to the daily duty students who are responsible for sweeping and cleaning the floor, No. [-] Middle School also has to clean up once every Thursday. Especially when the weather is cold recently, many students get sick and have a fever. The school has strict hygiene requirements, but every week When it was time to work, Cai Pandi would finish everything before Mu Qingyun.

The little girl really thought that Mu Qingyun's time should not be wasted on such trivial matters, and her hands were not the hands to do such rough work.

Mu Qingyun also didn't grab the rag and broom from the little girl, put the milk he just bought into the tube and stuffed her mouth, and went out with his schoolbag on his back.

Today is the day she goes to the rink to learn how to skate.

In her time, there were not many people who learned to skate. Most of the little girls liked to learn to paint and dance. After all, ice skating was rare, but Mu Qingyun liked it very much. It was the first time she saw that this world was different from hers. The same place is that on the top floor of a shopping plaza, 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 is lost in an instant. Mu Siping’s family is not bad, but all kinds of interest classes belong to Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao. They don’t belong to her, let alone ice skating. The ice rink is very expensive. , the coach is also very expensive, even the skates are not cheap.

In this era, ice rinks are still not cheap.

But her state of mind is already very different from before. Now Mu Qingyun can pay for everything she wants, including buying a house. Would she still give up these hobbies she likes?
As soon as she got up, before she went out, the black cat squatting on the window sill outside meowed lazily at her twice. Mu Qingyun paused, hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned 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 taken aback, and quickly asked her to sit down, and touched her forehead: "I don't have a fever, why is it uncomfortable? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Mu Qingyun's eyes flickered slightly, and he patted Cai Pandi's arm and said, "Maybe it was the wind blowing when I slept last night, don't worry, you can accompany me to the infirmary to have a look."

Cai Pandi nodded again and again, and the students next to him also noticed the movement here, and quickly took over the cleaning tools in Cai Pandi's hand, and urged: "Since student Mu is not feeling well, Xiao Cai, you should go with her quickly. There’s not much left, we’ll 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 tremble, Mu Qingyun grabbed him, slapped his schoolbag, and stopped the classmate who was almost pressed against the burr on the armrest.

Many students were frightened and angry: "Who is it, you are crazy, what are you kicking, what should you do if you fall!"

The No. [-] Middle School is an older school, and the teaching building is even older. The quality of the building itself is good and very strong, but the stairs outside have been weathered and weathered, and they are already showing a bit of decay. The whole is narrow and steep, and the handrails are still intact. There is a layer of rust, and there are various moss and mold spots all over the floor. The most important thing is that it is corroded and weathered every year. If someone runs and jumps on it, the whole staircase will tremble. (end of this chapter)