C4 (2/2)

And this mobile phone was clearly of extraordinary quality. It shouldn't be cheap.

I stood there suspiciously, not knowing what to do.

The classroom could not be eaten, and only a few students who brought food with them went to the cafeteria to eat.

I put my cell phone away, took my thermal bag and lunch box, and sat down in the little garden in front of the school building.

He opened the insulated bag. Inside were two boxes of dishes, a box of rice, and a jar of soup.

There were three small orders in each box, each with a different dish. Thus, there were a total of six dishes.

Three vegetative ones, kale, broccoli, and basilisk. There were three of them, a mermaid, a cow-willow, and a bullfrog. Eight Treasures Soup. The long grain fragrant rice was fragrant and soft, extremely attractive.

Suddenly, his nose felt a little sore.

Ever since Grandma passed away, no one in my memory has ever seriously prepared a mouthful of food for me.

Why would this unknown guardian treat me so well? I don't know.

But no matter what he prepared, this delicious meal was real right in front of his eyes.

The food taste really good, the lunchbox also seems to be expensive things, let people experience buy clam to return the bead twisted psychology.

After eating, I washed the lunch box and returned to the classroom, continuing to tangle with my hyperbolic curves and the forced vibration of the pendulum.

Suddenly, I felt that Yin Yijie and I might be the two sides of the hyperbolic curve. When we are closest to the focal point, we will move forward or backward and we will gradually move further and further away.

I, who was probably the pendulum, was forced to shake. However, as long as gravity and air resistance remained, if the external force stopped, the forced vibration would also gradually stop and return to its original silence.

The afternoon class went smoothly, as if it was easier to understand than usual because he had slept soundly and concentrated last night.

”Nice makeup, let me copy a few for you.” After school in the afternoon, facing a pile of notes, Zhao Yun volunteered.

I took the time to read it, but it was too late to finish it. He wanted to use the notebook himself, since there were some conflicts.

”No need, I'll copy it again tomorrow.” I shook my head, smiled, and declined his offer.

”It's alright, I …” Zhao Yun was still very enthusiastic.

I was stunned for a moment before I hurriedly shook my head. ”I'm not lacking much.”