I Am the Sister of the School Grass

Through the car window, she looked at the light-brown, blond, and brown-haired people in the street, her eyes full of curiosity.

As for panic, Yunyan is not for the time being.

She followed her teachers and classmates, even if she was in a foreign country, she still felt that she was in a group.

Not very afraid.

Teacher Zhang sent the prepared calling card to everyone.

While posting, he said, "The hotel is assigned to everyone by the imo committee. During the Olympic Games, all the teachers and contestants from all over the country stayed in this hotel. Be careful not to conflict with others, Let's be nice."

Yunyan plugged in the phone card and quickly connected to the Internet.

She first sent a message to Mexico, "Brother, I arrived in London successfully."

Then quickly report safety among the crowd at home.

Yuan Mo, who wished her all the best in the circle of friends before, was gone again this time.

The news sent by Yunyan is like a stone sinking into the sea.

However, the family kept her news, and soon Yunyan received a bunch of replies.

Yunyan went to the hotel to put her luggage, took a shower with her roommates in turn, and fell asleep on the same bed.

This is not the point where she usually sleeps, and Yunyan also slept for a while on the plane.

She thought she was just closing her eyes and resting, but she fell asleep when she touched the pillow.

At half past four, when the alarm clock on the mobile phone rings.

Yunyan and her roommate both wailed and didn't want to get up at all.

It is 4:30 pm in the UK, which is exactly 11:30 pm in China.

This is exactly the time when everyone rests every night.

Yunyan heard her roommate ask humbly, "Can we tell Teacher Zhang in the group not to go to Chinatown, now I don't want to eat at all, just want to sleep."

Yunyan also has the same idea.

But Mr. Zhang started to join all the members in the group.

"You must get up, meet on the first floor at 4:55! No one can be absent!"

"Mr. Zhang, give us some sleep, it's really sleepy."

"Teacher, we took a daytime plane and really wanted to sleep."

Mr. Zhang said very seriously, "No, you have to get up, and you can't skip dinner."

"We don't eat, really don't eat, we're not hungry at all."

"If you don't get up, I'll find your provincial teacher to slap the door one by one." Teacher Zhang, who was very good at talking this time, disagreed with everyone continuing to sleep.

Those who are threatened do not dare to stay in bed.

At 4:55, there were already many teachers and students standing in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

Mr. Zheng said while counting the number of people,

"Sleep now, what are you doing at twelve o'clock at night? Go to the movies and dance together? Then sleep all day tomorrow?"

Everyone: "…"

If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is the truth.

"Sure enough, Teacher Zhang has experience."

"Reverse jet lag, reverse biological clock, life is difficult."

Mr. Zhang said, "Now everyone can hold back their sleepiness. The teacher will take you out to play and adjust the time difference so that you can have sufficient energy to compete during the exam."

"Got it, but I'm still sleepy. Hold my eyelids with a matchstick."

"Put it out with your own hands and have plenty of food and clothing."

Yunyan stood beside the green plants outside the elevator, as sleepy as everyone else.

She just washed her face with cold water, plus she forced herself to wake up.

Eyes opened a little wider than usual.

When the wind blew, those amber eyes seemed to be dipped in water, very much like a little girl who came out of a cartoon.

Yunyan's English grades are okay.

Although it is said that the domestic college entrance examination English focuses on grammar.

But even if she stumbles and stumbles, she can immediately understand what the foreigners around her say.

At the elevator entrance, five or six blond teenagers gathered.

Open and close: "Yellow monkey."

Their companions looked at the group of people standing in the hall and reminded, "Be quiet, they will hear you."

"What do you hear? Can they understand? A bunch of yellow monkeys."

"Are none of the contestants in China weaned? Six people participated in the competition, and sixteen teachers came."

"Not only sixteen, but twenty-one present."

"It's really a group of players who haven't been weaned, no wonder they haven't won the first place for so many years."

"It's more than the first, last year it didn't even make it into the top three."

Yunyan was very close to them and could hear it clearly.

But she was too sleepy to argue.

It is not necessary at all to speak up now. Fifteen days later, the most important thing is to slap the face with the results.

Thinking like this, Yunyan did not speak.

Anyway, wait for Mr. Zhang to count the number of people, and everyone can set off.

Who knew that group of people had their eyes on her.

"The young lady looks beautiful."

"Her eyes are so big, very similar to the J country comics we've seen."

"She is so white, is she white?"

"No, the cheekbones and the bridge of the nose are different from ours, but it's really beautiful."

"Do you think she is a contestant from country j? Let's go up and say hello?"

"It is estimated that it is from country j. Only girls from their country can have such a temperament."

I heard they randomly assigned their own nationality.

Yunyan finally stopped being silent.

She turned, watery amber eyes full of sarcasm and mockery.

Her English pronunciation, although not fluent enough, is clear enough for everyone to hear.

"I'm not from your country J, I'm from China."

Since they all spoke up, Yun Yan simply said what he just wanted to refute.

"You people with high self-esteem will definitely lose to the Chinese contestants in this exam."

The little girl has delicate facial features and two strands of hair hanging from her cheeks.

It looked soft and weak, but the tone was serious and contemptuous, which made the group of teenagers stunned on the spot.