I kidnapped an alien civilization

"Papapa" as if someone was knocking on the door.

The drowsy Li Mo turned over, and last night he burst into two books.

"Li Mo, Li Mo is getting up soon, school starts today, and I'm going to be late." Mother's shout came from outside the door.

"School is starting?" He straightened up and stood up. "Oops, I forgot that school starts today."

He has been writing in the liver for the past few days and has forgotten the time. I took the alarm clock and saw "7:30", I was really going to be late.

After putting on clothes and shoes, brushing teeth and rinsing mouth in one go, Li Mo rushed out of the room with his schoolbag.

"Eat some food before going to school. I made you fried eggs this morning." His mother was sitting at the dining table, watching Li Mo's anxious expression.

"No, I'm going to be late." Li Mo picked up a piece of bread from the table and rushed out. The mother's complaint came from behind, "What did you do early, this child?"

Running all the way, fortunately the school is not far away.

Li Mo came to the school gate and remembered the new task of the system. Looking at the school gate with people coming and going, is it really necessary to distribute business cards at the school gate? He shook his head.

"Li Mo, come to class quickly, you're going to be late. Teacher Wang is going to get angry again later." A boy who knew him ran past him.

Li Mo came back to his senses and hurried to the class. Fortunately, Teacher Wang hasn't come yet, and he is secretly glad.

"Get out of the way, you don't have eyes, didn't you see Brother Aotian coming?" Saying that, the 200-jin white fat man pushed Li Mo aside.

Behind him was a thin boy wearing glasses. The boy adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and entered the classroom from in front of Li Mo. Fatty Bai is Li Zhuang, and the Brother Aotian he is talking about is Zhang Aotian, the number one in Class 1 and 3 of Senior High.

Li Mo laughed at himself and quickly returned to his seat.

"Have you done your summer homework? Let me copy it, I have two questions that I haven't done yet." Tong Xin poked his arm with a pen at the same table.

"Summer homework?! Oops, I forgot to do it." He originally planned to "surprise" the homework a few days before the start of school, but with the "Learning Assistance System", he kept exchanging points for liver textbooks, so he forgot the summer homework.

"You didn't do it, did you?" Seeing Li Mo's dazed expression, Tong Xin guessed that he didn't do it. "I really admire you, and I'm not afraid of Wang Ban scolding you, I admire you! I admire you!"

"Hello, everyone, it seems that everyone has had a pleasant summer vacation." Teacher Wang walked onto the podium holding a teacup. ".The students whose names I have named, please hand over your summer homework to the podium, and I will check it."

"Fortunately. This time the homeroom teacher changed to spot check. Please don't pick me." Li Mo prayed in his heart.

"Zhang Meng", Teacher Wang started spot checks, and a girl with ponytails came up to the podium with her homework. "Very good, the writing is clear, let's go down."

"...Bless you don't get me."

"Wang Xiaoxiao" "It's done well, let's go down."

"...Bless you don't get me."

"Chen Shuxian" "The handwriting is neat, let's go down"

"...Bless you don't get me."

"Zhang Aotian" "Well, it's really well done, I'll do the model essay later." The thin boy adjusted his glasses, looked around the classroom, and slowly walked off the podium.

"...Bless you don't get me."

"Li Mo"

"...Bless you don't get me."

"Li Mo!!" Teacher Zhang raised his voice and stared at him.

"...Bless you don't get me."

"The teacher called you." Tong Xin poked it with a ballpoint pen.

"Ah, me?" Li Mo could only take the summer homework and went to the podium. Teacher Wang took it and turned it over a few times, but it was all blank. anger in eyes

"After school, go to the office, go down." Teacher Wang put the homework in his hand heavily on the podium.

"Let's start class now. Now some students have poor academic performance, are not diligent, and even can't finish their summer homework. How can they be admitted to a good university in the future? The grades of students in our class are generally relatively poor. Except for Zhang Aotian and Chen Shuxian, Which of you is likely to be admitted to 211?" Teacher Wang was furious as he thought that the house was getting farther and farther away from him.

"Okay, I hope everyone will pay attention to the lecture from today onwards, and now we are going to class, what we are going to talk about today is the law of sine and cosine." He shook his head and said.

"The Law of Sines is a fundamental theorem in trigonometry."

During class break, Chen Shuxian: "Li Mo, are you okay? Why didn't you do your homework? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Do you believe me when I say I forgot?" Li Mo said with a smile.

Zhang Aotian, who was sitting in the front row, heard their conversation and turned around, and said contemptuously: "I don't do my summer homework, and I still have the face to make excuses. Shuxian, don't pay attention to this kind of person."

"I don't need you to intervene when I talk to Li Mo, do you know how to be polite?" Chen Shuxian said to Zhang Aotian angrily.

She turned around again, smiled and said, "Li Mo, I believe in you."

Outside a high gate in Mengcheng, a young man in cycling gear was looking at navigation on his mobile phone.

"It's finally here. Although the small city is not so prosperous, the scenery is pretty good." It was Wei Xiaonian, the editor of "Mathematics Monthly". Although he is only an editor, he also has a press pass. The magazine is short of manpower, and whenever there is an urgent interview task, he will "pretend" to be a reporter.

"Mengcheng No. 1 High School. This is here. That thesis was written by Li Mo from Mengcheng No. 1 High School." Looking up at the big gilt characters at the school gate, Wei Xiaonian was excited. Li Mo set off a storm.

Looking at the students coming and going at the gate, he thought of his high school life.

"At that time, there was a lot of noise in the corridor after class. There was also a queue for the toilet. The most fearful thing was that the teacher always came into class with a lot of papers. But I miss that time. Because at that time, as long as we worked hard, everything could be changed."

Thinking about it, he shook his head and walked towards the gate, "Could it be that I'm getting old and nostalgic? It's still important."

"You, what about you! That boy in leather, stop." A school gate guard with a hat that was obviously a circle smaller stopped him. "What do you do? You don't look like a teacher in your clothes, and you don't look like a student at your age. The school prohibits unrelated people from entering or leaving."

"Hello, I'm a reporter from "Mathematics Monthly". I want to enter the school for an interview." He said, and handed the press card to the school gate post.

"Reporter...?. "Mathematics Monthly".?" Men Gang flipped through Wei Xiaonian's press card, and sized him up again. He doubted the identity of the young man in riding clothes in front of him, but the reporter couldn't wait. As the gatekeeper of a high school, he also knew about the "Mathematics Monthly". The school ordered a lot of this magazine every month, and he helped deliver it.

"Hey, hey, captain. Can the captain hear you?" This kind of important matter is not something that he, a small gate post, can take charge of. He picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the captain.

"I can hear you saying that Lao Mu is starting school today, so don't make any mistakes. Don't keep playing on the walkie-talkie, the battery will run out later." The captain's scolding sound came from the walkie-talkie

"No, a young man came to the gate. He said he was a reporter and wanted to enter the school for interviews." Men Gang quickly explained.

"Reporter? Then you stabilize him first and I will report to the school leader," the other side was a little flustered

"A reporter came to the school gate?" Principal Jiao Xuefeng was confused when he received the notice from the school security office.

"No bad things happened in the school recently, and nothing good happened. I didn't receive any notification from my superiors. Why did the reporter come?" he thought to himself.

"Bring him to my office, be nice." Jiao Xuefeng is a man who has seen the world, he raised his head and looked at the plaque behind the desk that said "Prudent Thinking and Acting", and said on the phone.

Wei Xiaonian followed the "good attitude" Da Mao Men Gang into the school. Compared with the key high schools in big cities, Mengcheng No. 1 High School looks much dilapidated. Along the way, the slightly better facilities on campus were only a five-story teaching building, while the office building he was going to was a small three-story building with a gray color, which had obviously been eroded by the years.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from "Mathematics Monthly". This is my press card." Every time he went out for an interview, Wei Xiaonian found that he was being suspected repeatedly, so he handed over his press card when introducing himself .

"Hello, I'm the principal of Mengcheng No. 1 High School. What's the matter with Reporter Wei?" Jiao Xuefeng waved his hand, but didn't check Wei Xiaonian's press card, because he believed that no one would dare to pretend to be a reporter at Mengcheng No. 1 High School.