Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

"The traffic police don't care much, mainly because most people don't want to wear one." The driver was a middle-aged man. His hair had fallen out completely, his face was greasy, he was fat, and he had a beer belly, but he spoke in a friendly manner, without that annoying stiffness.

"Yes, but safety is more important."

"Actually, you should sit in the back row." He turned his head and glanced at me. "Little girl, it's not good to sit in the front row."

"Ah? Why?" I kept the habit from my boy days and sat in the front passenger seat when I got in a taxi. Mainly so that I could chat with the driver so as not to be silent for the next few dozen minutes in the car, which would be extremely awkward.

The driver looked as if he didn't know anything about this. "Girls, especially those who are young and pretty like you, are prone to being taken advantage of in public. There are all kinds of people driving taxis, and it's not like nothing has ever happened before."

"Ah, this... seems to be the case." Hearing him say this, I slowly recalled that there seemed to be many cases in my memory of girls being seduced by taxi drivers or Didi drivers, and even murdered to silence them. "My luck is not that bad, I think there are always more good people in the world."

"Girls need to be more protective when they are outside. I often tell my daughter this, but she doesn't like to hear it." The driver laughed, "She is in the first year of high school at No. 1 Middle School. You are a junior high school student, right?"

"I'm also in No. 1 Middle School. I'm a freshman in high school. Almost a freshman in high school."

"Early admission? My daughter is also in the batch. I don't know if you know her. Her name is Su Qianyi. She was able to rank in the top ten in the class." He became excited. When he mentioned his daughter, all the fatigue on his face seemed to disappear, and his face was full of pride.

"Well... I don't know her yet, maybe I can get to know her when I have a chance." I didn't expect that she is the father of a senior student.

After that, he started talking about his daughter's past. This is probably the happiest thing for parents. They are proud of their children's success! No matter how hard or tired they are, they will live with a smile.

Girls need to learn to protect themselves outside!!

PS I just got off work and went home.

Chapter 12 Sister and Aunt

"Here we are. 11 yuan, I'll give you a discount, 10 yuan." The car stopped steadily.

"Thank you, sir. Please remind passengers to fasten their seat belts more often next time." I handed him the money. I could accept a one yuan reduction, but I would feel a little bad if it was more than that.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief, "Okay, I'll listen to you. Please help me throw this away." As he said that, he handed the buckle to me.

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"Xiaoling, what are you doing?" I knocked on Xiaoling's door, "Sister, can you come in?"

It's been a few years, and I'm still not used to calling myself "sister", but I've slowly adapted to having a lovely younger sister at home.

"I'm doing my homework. Wait a minute, I'll open the door."

The door was a bit old, so it made a loud noise when it opened. Xiaoling had grown up a lot in the past few years, and her head was almost level with my eyes. At this moment, she was wearing a long-sleeved fleece pajamas, her hair was scattered behind her, and her face was slightly tired.

"Are you tired of doing homework?" I felt a little distressed. Children nowadays do have a lot of homework.

"No, I'm almost done." She shook her head quickly.

"Clang clang! Look what I bought for you." I took out the colored paintbrushes from behind.

Xiaoling took the gift and kept stroking the outer packaging with her hands. Her expression changed from surprise to shock, and her face slowly turned red. Tears even began to flash in the corners of her eyes.

"Hey, why are you crying?" This was the first time I saw my sister showing her vulnerable side. "I'll buy you something better next time."

"Thank you, sister." She lowered her head, held the pencil case in her arms, quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded.

I took the opportunity to rub her head and said, "Can you show me the painting you drew?" Maybe she will grow taller than me in the future, and I won't have the chance to pat her head again.

"okay."

When I was a boy, Xiaoling's room was a guest room on the third floor. It was about the same size as mine. The only difference was that Xiaoling's bookshelf was filled with comic books. At a glance, I could see rows of comic books such as Super Electromagnetic and Famous Detective.

"Here." Xiao Ling handed over a booklet, which was a circle-bound sketchbook with a blue cover and a whale on it. The first page was a sketch of a person, with poor proportions and shadows, but it was barely recognizable as a person.

"This, this was drawn a long time ago." Xiaoling saw that I didn't turn the pages, so she quickly used her hands to help me turn the pages, "Look at the ones at the back."

As the pages turn, the progress slowly becomes apparent, from the works with problems in shape, proportion, perspective, light and shadow at the beginning to the lifelike paintings later on, the progress is visible to the naked eye.

"That's amazing." I couldn't help but sigh. With this level of ability, she can even take the college entrance examination. It's really not easy for a child who has just entered junior high school. It seems that buying her a pen was not in vain.

Hearing my praise, she tilted her head to the side and looked shy.

As I continued to scroll down, a picture caught my attention. It was a girl in a long skirt standing on a balcony, gazing into the distance, with one hand lifting her long hair that fluttered in the wind. This... face... looks like me? I gradually realized why it felt so familiar.

"Wait...wait."

Just as I was about to continue flipping through the pages, Xiaoling quickly snatched the sketchbook from my hands, and I vaguely saw a series of divided cartoons.

"Don't read the comics. Wait until it's in a magazine and then show it to your sister." Her face was flushed and she looked a little pitiful.

"Okay, I'll buy you a comic magazine when you're on it." I understand her. It's true that it's embarrassing to show the stories you draw to your family members.

When I came out of Xiaoling's room, I saw my aunt with a face full of resentment. She leaned against the wall with one hand, like a concubine who had fallen out of favor.

"Ah, what? You're so nice to Xiaoling, where's Aunt's gift? Aunt wants a gift, too."

Why didn’t I know before that my aunt is such a fool?

"I happened to see it when I went to the mall and bought it. If I see something suitable for my aunt in the future, I will give her a gift."

"Oh, well, it's a deal. I'm going to bed now. Go to bed early tonight. I have a date every day."

After hearing what I said, she was no longer the same as before.

"Date? Have you figured it out? Are you going to find an uncle for us?" I was also a little looking forward to it. After all, life is still a bit difficult for our family of three now.

"secret."

"She was drunk and crying a few days ago, but now she's like a different person. Women are really fickle." I joked in annoyance.

"Hmph, I won't tell Xiaomeng anymore. Let's go back to sleep." Aunt seemed to be in a particularly good mood today.

I don't know what will happen to our family if my uncle really comes. I am still worried. What if he is not good to the child? Then Xiaoling and I will have a hard time. My aunt will definitely have another child. In this case, our survival will be even more difficult. Do I not want my aunt to have a child? Not really. My aunt has her own family, and I am the happiest one. But the reality is that we are still too young to survive independently in society. Simply speaking of age, no company dares to hire minors.

Now I can only hope that my uncle is a good person.

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In the morning, my aunt opened the door of my room and rushed in.

I was still sleeping in a daze. What was I doing on the weekend? I looked at the time and it was only seven o'clock. I was devastated.

"Please help me with some advice. Does this dress look good?" My aunt wore a light blue dress, put on light makeup, and matched it with a retro straw hat. Now she looked like she was on the cover of "Reader".

"It looks good." I took a look and closed my eyes again. I chatted with Tang Xin in the QQ group until twelve o'clock last night, and now I have no energy to open my eyes.

"Hehe, that's good. Auntie's lipstick didn't make any stains, did it?" She moved her face closer.

I opened one eye and saw an enlarged face. Actually, my aunt had a pretty face, delicate features, and particularly large eyes with double eyelids, which were the finishing touch to her oval face. It was just that her skin wasn't very good because she often stayed up late.

"No, she's very beautiful, so charming. Spare me, and let me sleep for a while."

"Okay, Auntie, let's go. You won't come for lunch or dinner!"

After saying that, he ran downstairs, opened the door and left.

What kind of date was this? She went out in the morning and came back in the evening? Could it be? No way. My aunt is not such a casual person. She won't cause "life", right? My aunt is obviously very pure. Why do I feel like my cabbage is about to be taken away? I was lying on the bed and lost all sleepiness because of my aunt's disturbance. I couldn't help but blush when I thought about it.

"Ah, my underwear is a little wet..."

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I just got home from get off work, so I’ll update a bit. I’m a little tired and want to take a rest.

Chapter 13 Foreign Teacher Class

"The foreign teacher will be here for the next activity class!"

"Yeah, have you seen it?"

"No."

"It's a handsome blond guy! And a pretty girl with brown curly hair."

After the midterm exam, two foreign teachers came to No. 1 Middle School. I seem to have taken classes taught by foreign teachers in my previous life, but it did not leave a deep impression in my mind, so I don’t know much about it.

"Are you looking forward to having foreigners take classes?" Tang Xin asked me quietly.

"Is there anything special to look forward to? The English they teach is not necessarily better than our teacher Wang." I didn't care much about it. Instead, I was a little worried. Isn't it a waste of time to have these foreign teachers teach mostly?

The bell rang and two foreign teachers came in. The male teacher was over 1.9 meters tall. I felt like he was going to hit his head when he entered the door frame. He had short blond hair, a clear face, and ordinary features, except for a slightly high nose. He was a little fat and had long body hair. He was far from the handsome guy that my classmates talked about. The female teacher was a middle-aged woman in her forties, very fat, almost as fat as a bucket, with brown curly hair and blue eyes. She was really pretty, but her skin was very rough and a little dark. Overall, she was just an ordinary foreign friend.

After a brief self-introduction, I learned that the man's name was Henry, from Detroit, USA, and he spoke authentic American English with clear pronunciation. But the female teacher was from New Zealand, named Bella. Her accent was a bit unbearable, not American nor Australian, and although it was much better than Indian, it was just understandable.

The two foreign teachers didn't speak Chinese, they only knew how to say hello and goodbye. So after they introduced themselves, the atmosphere at the beginning of the class was very awkward.

Fortunately, the first part of the exam required us to introduce ourselves in English, which was not very difficult. However, during this period, most Chinese students’ English was only at the level of “dumb English”, even those in the top classes were no exception.

Following the seating order, most students could only introduce themselves in short sentences. Until it was Tang Xin's turn.

Tang Xin stood up and spoke in a standard London accent. She introduced her basic information and then talked about her personality and hobbies in detail. Although the text content was relatively simple, for a student who had only graduated from the third grade of junior high school, it was already amazing to be able to speak so fluently.

"Wow, excellent!" Henry spoke highly of her, which I think was due to her London accent.

"Why have I never seen you speak English so fluently before?" After Tang Xin sat down, I leaned over to ask her.

"You never get to see me speak English," she shrugged. "I spent six years in England as a kid."

"Oh, that's okay." I guessed it. This accent doesn't seem to be acquired through training. "I think your accent is much better than that Bella's."

"Ha, that's only relative. I was too young. At that time, I was only okay with speaking, but I had to start all over again for everything else."

The subsequent courses were even more boring. At most, the foreign teacher prepared a small English game for everyone to participate in, but there were too many people and it was difficult to communicate the rules. The first class ended in chaos as the bell rang.

After class, the two foreign teachers left in a hurry, leaving most of the students disappointed.

"I said, it's better to take the activity class. I want to play football."

"Yeah, I can play several rounds of basketball on the court."

The girls began to ask Henry about his appearance.

"Didn't you say handsome guy before?"

"It was fine from a distance, but I didn't expect the hair on his arms to be so long!"

"It's normal for foreigners to have body hair. Let me tell you, they still have body odor in the summer."

You and I talked a lot, and it was obvious that English was not the focus in their minds. The focus was on people, just like pandas, most students had never seen a foreigner in person. Maybe they would understand in the future that foreigners are a very broad definition, not all foreigners have white skin, blue eyes and yellow hair, and there is not much difference between foreigners and Chinese. Strictly speaking, Chinese are much better than foreigners in many aspects, so there is no need to belittle ourselves.

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