Douluo's auxiliary is the most glorious

Chapter 420 It’s a dream
"Ah!!!" He opened his eyes suddenly, surrounded by a familiar environment, and the five-ten alarm clock on his mobile phone was dutifully providing wake-up service.

Sitting up, he subconsciously rubbed his face, fumbled for his phone, turned off the alarm clock, and saw that the phone page was still on the Douluo Continent anime, which had been updated to the latest episode. Although it had finished playing, it might It's because I was too sleepy last night and didn't finish watching it, so I have no impression of this episode at all.

I feel as sleepy as if I haven't slept. I feel sleepy as hell. Well, I seem to have had a dream. I dreamed about a lot of strange things, and I only remember a few bits and pieces.

"Well" he stretched out, as if he had been lying down for a long time, his body was about to fall apart, and he was lying limp.

I glanced at the phone screen again. The bright Monday on it cheered me up. I felt like my energy had been sucked by something. I stood up unsteadily while holding on to the table.

God, this is really the worst of all evils. Why do we have to go to class on Monday? Why do we have seven days in a week but only one day off on Sunday? It’s painful, it’s so painful.

When I saw my unpacked homework, I remembered why I set an alarm clock for five o'clock in the morning. There was only one possibility for me to get up early for the first time, and that was because I didn't finish my homework yesterday! ! !

The memory of death suddenly struck, and the sleepyhead disappeared in an instant. Today is biology morning study hall! ! ! ! Morning self-study by the head teacher! ! !

It's terrible! There is still one page in the exercise book that has not been touched. Fortunately, the questions are relatively simple, and with the technical assistance sent by my good deskmate at midnight last night, I can finally organize my homework before the usual time to go out.

After putting on her school uniform, she didn't bother brushing her teeth and washing her face, and rushed out of the bedroom: "Mom! You're going to be late for school!"

My mother had already prepared breakfast and even came in to remind me a few times while I was doing my homework. "I told you not to finish writing earlier, now you know you are in a hurry? Oh, breakfast!!" He ran downstairs with a freshly baked breakfast. His father was already waiting in the car, and his mother's instructions came from behind him: "Go. Eat it while it’s hot in your dad’s car!”

Rushing downstairs in one breath, my father held the same love breakfast in his hand and finished it in two or three bites: "Get in the car and let's go!"

Looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, eating something delicious and at just the right temperature, it was a bit comfortable. I couldn't help but recall last night's dream again, as if I had experienced it myself, but I really couldn't remember the details.

There happened to be a red light at the penultimate intersection from the school. Seeing his daughter in a daze, his father took out a piece of paper and handed it over: "Come on, wipe it, why is there food everywhere? Look whose little girl is like this Sloppy and didn’t wash his face.”

"Humph, it's from your family, and there's no one in school that I care about. Besides, I'm all studying. Who cares about me doesn't matter." He wiped his face carelessly, cleaned up the mess and put it into his own garbage bag.

"Hahaha, you can't say anything. Cleaning up your personal image is also a sign of respect for your teachers and classmates. They are all older children in high school. Dad knows that you are under a lot of pressure to study, but you still need to pay attention to your personal hygiene."

It makes sense to say it, if you tidy up a little in front of the small mirror, at least tie up the messy hair, well, you will look like a handsome little fairy!
"Happy school!"

"Dad too, have a good job!"

Dream or not, put it aside for now, it’s a new week, a new beginning, come on!