Chapter 903

Getting up early has many advantages.

It not only has the physiological and rigid benefits of refreshing, promoting metabolism, improving skin, not easy to get fat, and improving immunity,

but also has the potential benefits of sobering the brain, having more spare time to plan the day, increasing happiness, improving work efficiency, etc.

Of course, if you want to ask me,

Why do you get up early with backache, leg cramps, lax eyes and limp limbs, and you don't feel any of the above benefits,

at the same time,

looking at the six o'clock sun with dark circles under your eyes and half a kilo's weight, you just feel miserable and ask yourself "why do you still live in this world" ，

(?_ I think it's better for you to reflect on what time you were at last night.

After all, all the benefits of getting up early are based on the premise that you don't stay up late.

although I don't know how many people are forced to get up early the next day after staying up late, they all want to kill their own determination,

I'm a fool to stay up late again!

But at night,

that kind of freedom, that kind of wanton...

hum, I am a fool.

However, our fangran baby has never been like this. When he lives in the hut, he seldom stays up late and can't get up in the morning.

he just likes to stay up in bed only...

so he gets back his long-standing biological clock and gets the biggest benefit of getting up early. That is, he gets more time by prolonging the day.

I'll go. It's still light!?

In the morning, we had dinner together at a small table. In the morning, we finished four classes of computer organization principle and operating system. At noon, we went to the canteen for dinner, and in the afternoon we finished two classes.

when we walked out of the teaching building, we could see the blue sky.

I was very surprised that he had done so many things, and it was only more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

if he had stayed in bed until 10 o'clock before, it would be dark.

Sure enough, the plan of a day is in the morning. No wonder excellent people will get up early. I'm really brilliant...

Fang ran felt shameless for a moment. He thought of the last time when the day was so full that he and Meng Lang got up at three o'clock during military training to steal water to sell shaved ice When he walked out of the teaching building with a bright and warm light, Xia Yao raised his arm and stretched his body slightly. His tone was long and languid,

his waist curve and long snow-white legs under his short skirt let the boys passing by look at him directly.

In other words, you are too unprepared...

but she was so prone to sleep on the desk before, and then "looked" around her. Somehow, she suddenly thought of covering up with [magic card].

Like a very ordinary move, Xia Yao smoothed a wisp of hair on the temples, looked at Fang ran and asked softly:

"younger brother, do you want to go back now, or do you still have classes in the evening and go to the library now?"

There are at most four classes in a daytime, most of which are required courses related to majors. As for evening courses, they are optional courses offered by teachers and selected by students independently.

you can choose some hard core professional courses, of course, you can also choose various fields such as music, history, film and television, medicine, dance, etc., to expand your interest.

Think about it. After a long day's study of professional knowledge, after enjoying dinner, you can take a leisurely walk in the campus night scene,

go to a class that you are not burdened with and you are interested in, such as "music phenomenon in multicultural" or "film and Television Appreciation of specific period background", don't you think it's very good?

"No, I don't have any classes today. I haven't chosen the evening class yet."

listening to Xia Yao's inquiry, Fang ran shook his head, then remembered something. Looking at her, she asked:

"by the way, don't you go to the club?"

At the end of the last class on the schedule, for college students, the remaining half of the afternoon until the evening is equivalent to a discretionary holiday,

you can play as you like, even if you buy a ticket to go abroad,

the premise is that you can come back without affecting the next day's class...

so we have arranged the evening with some candidates As for the optional course, you can go to the library directly before dinner, or you can join various and colorful community activities in the University.

Although I have emphasized the importance of academic performance to graduation work, I can assure you,

that is not the only way out.

You can also spend the best time of this life on the things you love, and then stick to it with teeth and wait for it to blossom and bear fruit"The club..."

at the moment, Fang ran mentioned the dance club, and Xia Yao remembered the dance classroom she had not been to for a long time, and then chuckled with soft hair:

"today is fine, but can you come with me next time? I haven't had a partner for a long time."

Yes, compared with the dance she loved because of her mother, she now wants another time...

"well, I can't do Latin dance...

to this invitation, Fang ran was a little embarrassed and reluctantly answered. For dance, the only thing he could do was to teach him ballroom dance with Ji Lingyan on the Pearl of the night.

that's all he could learn The most basic step is that we can't even take a shot a hundred years ago.

"It's OK. I just want to find the feeling of two people. You can just stand there, or if you want to learn, I can teach you."

Xia Yao's reply with a smile in her eyes and a cocked up corner of her mouth makes Fang ran flash back for a moment, remembering his deepest impression on Xia Yao in his memory.

it's not her long legs with white skin at first sight, but her focus on Latin dance steps is particularly dazzling.

"Well, as long as you don't dislike it."

The flashback in the mind ends, let Fang ran have no choice but to agree with a bitter smile.

"Shall we go back now?"

After getting this agreement, Xia Yao smiles and opens his mouth more brightly,

and then he sees the young man chuckling at himself in the afternoon breeze, which is quite different.

"Xiaoran is almost finished. Let's go and pick her up and go back to the cottage."

"Well? How do you know Xiaoran is almost finished? "

"This..."

walking on the campus of Beijing University, the schoolgirl, who is really white, beautiful and long legged, easily finds her unfamiliar destination.

when the two birds peck each other's wings on the branches of the trees, she helps the teacher sort out the experimental equipment after class,

Fang Xiaoran is simple and clean The shadow walked out of the door of the experimental building with her bag. Then she saw two figures waiting nearby. The young man waved his hand and cried with a smile,

"Xiaoran! Go back

Let Fang Xiaoran look like a dream in a trance for a moment, remembering that when he was a child, every time he left school,

he stood at the school gate to pick himself up and go home...

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"Nani

According to the lake water of Chenggong Lake in Beijing, in the special residential area of the classroom, the magic boy's cabin full of sunshine in the afternoon makes an incredible exclamation,

beside the small table, Meng Lang looks at it, although it has only a few pages, but he still remembers his full notes and falls into an unbelievable self doubt.

"God, what happened? Did my brother die soon, so the prodigal son turned back and not only got up early, but also began to learn!"

"My God, is a crisis coming?"

"((Privacy {Д}) Hello!!! Brother, you bastard, I'm listening

Listening to Meng Lang's exaggerated mumbling, Fang ran glared at the table, and then snorted with pride:

"I know you can't understand the excellence of the baby, after all, I'm such a great genius..."

"I heard Xiao ran say that you haven't even been to level 4 yet?"

"Cough... Cough, cough!"

When the bragging force was interrupted mercilessly, she suddenly choked and coughed. She turned her head and looked at Gou Yu's side, and said in a stuffy voice:

"sister Ming Ling, aren't you a senior in college? It doesn't matter to run to us every day in such a free time..."

"hum, I don't want to study abroad, so I need to apply for GRE and TOFEL to apply for school, ask for a visa, and don't go to graduate school for interview, When she went to the lab for a shift, "

after receiving Fang Xiaoran, she met with Ming Ling with the same purpose. When she came to the cottage, she heard Fang Ran's query, daubed her manicure and hummed faintly:

" it doesn't have to look for a job and go to the unit for internship. It has nothing to do with my senior year or junior year. "

Fang, who was said to be speechless, was justified.

ε =? (￥Д￥ා) disgusting! Mingling elder sister, you are so enviable, it's not right... Evil rich second generation!!!

This paper sums up the three paths of senior students lightly, and Ming Ling shows the fourth way of life with her own spare time,

that is, the only way for the rich second generation to go home to take over.

"It seems that you've really studied hard all day, captain..."

after a glance at the basic knowledge points, Dr. computer, who always brings out various kinds of cake when people are around the table, smiles,

he looks at Fang Xiaoran, who is turning his hands on the book, and his eyes are moving slightly and coldly:

"without me staring, I thought you would If you can't stick to it, you'll miss class. "

"My younger brother is very attentive in class today."Xia Yao laughs and looks at how she returns to her original state after returning to the cottage under the pressure of a gluttonous pillow.

no matter what kind of younger brother she looks like, she likes it.

"In order to encourage the team leader to work hard today,"

looking at Fang Ran's nose which was lying on the small table doll, he said with a faint smile:

"let's have a hot pot tonight."

"Oh! Hot Pot? It's not winter, but, hum, I like it. " (Meng Lang)

"I'll help." (Fang Xiaoran)

"do you need to buy anything else?" (Xia Yao)

"hot pot! I like Sichuan soup. Do you have seafood? Squid and COD and so on (Ming Ling)

"Hey, hey... It's going to be fat, sister Ming Ling..." (just now)

"no one told you that a beautiful woman won't get fat... Ah, wait! How come you don't get fat every time you eat and drink so much

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wait until everyone in the hut is asleep and the night is silent.

Moonlight through the curtain of the balcony, hazy that square table, the room is quiet, as if there is still a faint aroma of hot pot, the laughter of people residual.

He wakes up from his deep sleep and gets up with a crutch leaning against his bed. A card turns into a faint light in his magic power.

During the day, he was very happy and satisfied. He went to school on the campus of Beijing University. He liked such a day,

however,

after returning from the north pole, it was still far away to see those young men and women. He had already known that he lived on campus like an ordinary college student,

was not his own home.

Once again, he grabbed the curtain before he went to the balcony. He pulled open the balcony door, and the dark night came on his face,

good morning to his world.

There was no sound, as if erased by something. Haiji and Mulin, who took off in the morning, flew back to his raised arm. The brilliant and solemn darkness of the king of gods spread out his flaming clothes in a flash,

canjin floated out, and he opened the black eyes of the golden pupil in his right eye!

He looked back at the living room of the cottage, looked down at the other people's sleep, lowered their heads and snickered, and then the crutches turned back to the silver broken dragon teeth with the clanging sword ridge,

the magic curtain covered his figure and rushed directly into the night.

Flying out of the campus, out of the southern suburbs, out of the night of the capital, and returning to the night sky, he appeared in front of him with red lace loops, connecting the space,

the next second, he appeared directly in the mechanical micro city in the dark and noisy figure of the king of gods.

In the huge space, mechanical towers stand up, countless conveyor belts are running, and autonomous machinery and flight transportation devices are swarming. Seeing the magnificent and magnificent science fiction machine armour in the center, which has a sense of future precision on nearly 100 meters, he slowly raises his black eyes and hears the voice of artificial intelligence called "Yi Er".

"Welcome back, fangran."

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