Chapter 9

After dinner, Si Cheng thought about his chubby figure and decided to go for a walk in the town.

After self-study in the afternoon, the school gate will no longer allow students to enter and exit freely. This week it was not her turn to go out of the school to fetch water with others, which means that unless something unexpected happens, she will not have the chance to leave the school until next Saturday.

If I wanted to buy something, I could only ask the day students in my class for help.

After some hesitation, Si Cheng decided to go for a walk in the town just to relax.

The small town in my memory looks old and backward.

Si Cheng walked around with his bed-mate and finally went into a barber shop and got his hair cut.

It is inconvenient to wash her hair at school. Her hair is thick and black. She will definitely not be able to bear it if she doesn’t wash it.

If you don’t let the water dry after washing, you will easily get a migraine in the future.

You can only have a youthful haircut, which saves water and dries easily when washed.

When she came out of the barber shop, she was just a fat girl with short hair.

By the time they returned to the dormitory to put their things away and rushed to the classroom, quite a few people had already arrived.

Looking at the strange and unfamiliar faces in his memory, Si Cheng couldn’t help but feel helpless and speechless.

Wow, she had clearly agreed to marry Zong Xuze and were about to enter a happy marriage, but then this happened to her.

She is only thirteen years old now, and Zong Xuze is only sixteen years old. They can’t fall in love too early.

If Zong Xuze had a relationship after he became an adult, she would cry to death.

What if her rebirth caused a butterfly effect and destroyed her marriage with Zong Xuze? Who would she cry to then?

Thinking of this, Si Cheng became unhappy.

Even when reviewing my lessons, I’m not that serious anymore.

After the teacher calls the roll, they enter a period of free internship.

After making sure that all the homework was finished, Si Cheng simply took out the draft paper and started writing the novel.

She wrote for half an afternoon and an evening study session before she finished writing a youth short story of about 6,000 words.

Yesterday afternoon, she found her household registration book at home and secretly went to the bank to apply for a passbook without telling her parents. When she could earn royalties, she would save them in this passbook.

After dinner, I went to the boiler room and spent twenty cents to get two pots of hot water, which I took to the bathhouse to take a bath. After that, I got another pot of water to use for washing my feet tonight and brushing my teeth and washing my face tomorrow morning.

Tonight, after evening self-study, Si Cheng resisted the urge to buy a bowl of noodles as a snack.

The evening self-study for the second grade of junior high school ends at 9:40 and the lights in the dormitory are turned off at 10:10.

I have half an hour to clean up before bed.

Si Cheng went to the toilet with his classmates.

There were a lot of first and second grade girls queuing up, and ten minutes had passed when it was their turn to go back to the dormitory.

Si Cheng insisted on brushing his teeth, washing his face and feet before going to bed, and even went with his classmates to fetch water.

There is not even a faucet near their dormitory, and it takes several minutes to fetch water. If they go to fetch water again tomorrow morning, they will have to queue up and are afraid of wasting time.

Sometimes, they would fetch water for two days.

In the past, Si Cheng had seen her roommate get up early and use only a plastic cup of water to brush her teeth and wash her face, which shocked her.

It just so happens that this roommate is one of the famous female students in the class who is both good in character and academic performance.

By the time she finishes her work, the lights in the dormitory will be turned off.

After the lights were turned off, voices of conversation could still be heard in the dormitory.

Zhang Jianfen, who shared the bed with him, and several other girls in the class who were not so good at studying also came to talk to Si Cheng. Si Cheng could not communicate with these 13 or 14-year-old girls, and mostly responded vaguely.

Only when a teacher passed by with a flashlight did they shut up.

Si Cheng closed her eyes and meditated. She thought she was overwhelmed with worries and would toss and turn all night long, unable to sleep. But strangely, less than ten minutes after everyone fell silent, Si Cheng fell asleep amid the sound of her roommates’ breathing, the faint smell of mold and stinky feet.

Almost a dreamless night.

The bell rang, and my bedmate exclaimed, “Wake up.”

Si Cheng, who was still sleeping soundly, was awakened. He rubbed his eyes which were covered with eye boogers and looked at the sky outside through the cellophane window. It was probably around six o’clock at most.

God damn it.

She hadn’t seen the six o’clock dawn for at least ten years.

The dormitory, which had been quiet all night, suddenly became lively. Si Cheng could only follow the crowd. He scratched his messy hair and climbed up weakly.

After changing clothes, brushing teeth and washing face, and folding the blanket, I hurried to do morning exercises. After morning exercises, I ran to the toilet quickly and rushed to the morning self-study class before the bell rang at 6:30.

She left half a bottle of water yesterday and drank it when she got to the classroom. She felt much better.

There are more than 80 students in a class. The sounds of them reading English words and reciting classical Chinese during morning self-study are as noisy as if you have walked into a vegetable market with tens of thousands of people.

Si Cheng took out his walkman and listened to English, reciting English articles silently.

Learning English is all about memorizing words, grammar, and universal sentences. There is no other way.

I hope she will start working hard and catch up from the second year of junior high school, so that she can achieve a great victory in English performance.

Morning self-study ends at 7:10.

After class, the students returned to the dormitory and walked towards the cafeteria with their enamel bowls with handles.

There are three grades in their junior high school, with five classes in each grade and more than eighty or ninety students in each class. The entire cafeteria has to accommodate more than one thousand three hundred students.

There is no cafeteria auntie to help serve meals.

Each class has an area where their meals are placed on the table in large aluminum boxes divided into rectangular grids according to the number of people. The students on duty then serve the meals to everyone according to the grids.

One row for men and one row for women.

Si Cheng ran slower, so when it was her turn, she was already at the end, on the side with the lowest thickness of rice.

The female student who was serving the rice was a little embarrassed: “My rice today is very thick, I’ll share some with you.”

Si Cheng quickly declined: “No, this is enough for me. I’m losing weight, hehe…”

The thirteen-year-old girl is at the stage of growing up. The students who are getting food can choose the last meal first. This is a benefit that everyone takes turns to enjoy. She cannot compete for the children’s rations.

No matter whether the other party can finish it or not, she won’t take it.

After lunch, she went to get some bean sprouts, without a drop of oil, and ate them so well that she wanted to sing Tears Behind Bars.

Fortunately, there was fried sour beans with minced meat to go with the rice.

After eating and washing the dishes, Si Cheng did not go directly to the classroom for morning reading. Instead, he listened to the walkman in the dormitory, read the text in his English book, and walked back and forth.

She needs to lose weight.

After dinner, I ran to the classroom and sat there, and gained some fat on my belly.

At 7:50, we have morning reading.

At 8:15, the class started seamlessly.

The head teacher is a Chinese teacher, the first class.

He was Si’s father’s junior high school classmate. Si Cheng was afraid to look him in the eye, for fear that he would suddenly call on her and ask her to answer a question.

Fortunately, there were a lot of books in front of her, which just covered the lower half of her face when she lowered her head, so her complete expression could not be seen.

There are four classes in the morning, and the schedule is full.

Chinese, math, English and history classes.

She has no problem keeping up in Chinese class.

Mathematics, although she had forgotten what the second-year junior high school curriculum was, but compared to high school and college math, it was child’s play. During today’s review, she had already gotten into the state and found the teacher’s teaching content so easy.