It's a diary

Chapter 197 9.21
It's Thursday.

It didn't rain today, but I still had breakfast. Time management master, omnipotent.

I got stuck in the classroom and spent the whole morning in a daze.

I slept almost all the afternoon.

The perfume I sprayed on my hair a few days ago can still be smelled occasionally.

I don't know if it's my delusion.

After all, it's been four or five days and I've washed my hair twice.

But yes, you can smell it inadvertently.Maybe it's just my psychology.

You can go out the day after tomorrow.

Now next week, I will be pointing fingers at Bian Bian at home.

But it seems she will have a competition then.

The head is so heavy.

I couldn't find my game account. I tried countless times and spent the whole night.

Download the email back and perform various verifications.

Finally, I discovered that the password for that account was just the original one.I always thought I had changed.

I'm tired too.

I want to change dormitories.

So painful.Every day.

The happiest time is when I sleep between classes and have breakfast.

Tired of washing.

Every day, I either eat glutinous rice chicken or siomai.The summary is: eat glutinous rice every day.

Sooner or later it will turn into glutinous rice.

But once you get used to eating, you can free up time.I just go with my classmates every day.

I may take leave in advance and go back.

It didn’t matter whether I attended the class that day or not.So it might be possible to stay and finish the morning class, take a break at noon, and go out a little earlier.

Lately, the dusk every afternoon has been beautiful.

I went to class after eating. In fact, I always do this.From the first semester until now, it has always been.

Write, play with your phone for a while, lie by the window and look at the sky.

It's usually best to see it at dusk around seven o'clock.

After a while, it will get dark early.I guess I won’t be able to see such a beautiful sky by then.

During the day, the clouds were very heavy and piled up together, like a giant marshmallow.

Apart from being unhappy, there really seems to be nothing to say.

Oh, and tired.

I write every day and read the same book over and over again.When I got tired of watching, I lay down by the window and looked outside.

In fact, time flies by quite quickly, and we are here all of a sudden.

It's going to be a holiday soon.

Day by day, it seems like every day is busy and tiring.But put together, it feels like there is nothing gained.

What exactly I got, I don’t know.

(End of this chapter)