Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

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After lunch break, it really started to rain. There was no physical education class. When the bell rang for the first class, the whole class sat on pins and needles in their seats, staring at the classroom door, as if expecting something.

"Hey classmates, long time no see."

When they saw that it was the physical education teacher instead of the main subject teacher who came in, most of the students breathed a sigh of relief, and some even shouted "Great!"

At least physical education classes were saved.

"Did you enjoy your break?"

The physical education teacher, Mr. Lu, was a young man in his thirties, who looked like he had only graduated from college and had taught a few classes of students. He didn't have a beer belly, and his muscles were well-defined, a typical good young man.

His words caused a lot of happy laughter in the class. After all, there was nothing more miserable than having to go through a main lesson for the day.

"In this class, students are free to arrange their time in class. You can talk, but you are not allowed to make loud noises. If it affects the class next door, I will go find your teacher Song." After admonishing everyone, Teacher Lu sat down, took out his mobile phone, and finished his lesson. This was also easy for him, as he had no teaching tasks.

"Let's play Gobang?" As soon as Teacher Lu finished speaking, Tang Xin took out a piece of draft paper with grids drawn on it and said to me.

"Okay."

Playing Gobang on gridded manuscript paper is almost a standard game during indoor physical education classes in the classroom. It does not require complicated gaming hardware. You can start the game directly with two pens and a piece of paper. You draw the hollow circle and I draw the black circle. We can get started in seconds!

"I won."

This girl Tang Xin seemed to have an extraordinary talent in Gobang. After several rounds, she won every time, which made me very embarrassed.

"I don't want to play anymore. I can't beat you." After a few rounds, I gave up. Tang Xin knows how to make moves first, but I don't. As long as she makes the first move, she will win.

"Xiao Meng is a great cook. It turns out there are things Xiao Meng is not good at."

"I told you long ago that I'm not omnipotent!"

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Post a chapter of sweet daily life.

Just got home from get off work and feel recovered!

Update first, then write ~ Recently, the subscription is getting less and less, I feel like I'm going to be cold 233

About the plot direction

As for Tang Xin, she has already forgiven Li Xiaomeng.

But Xiaomeng's misunderstanding has not been completely resolved. Now she just verbally feels that she can accept Tang Xin's love for someone else. But when she really sees it, can she still calm down?

These knives are all intended to prepare for the protagonist's confession.

It's just that the confession was not originally planned to be so early...

But it doesn't matter if it's earlier. I can start by confirming the relationship and then gradually deepen it. But I have to make major changes to my outline.

If I don’t confess my feelings, many readers will tell me that they are tired of seeing the daily sweet posts. . .

Then I will speed up the plot...

That's about it.

Chapter 68 The Thief is Found

"This comic is so well drawn!" Liu Jiacheng bent over and hunched over to Jiang Yu's desk. "I've finished reading it. Let me switch to Reader."

"Here, let me tell you, this issue is really worth it." Jiang Yu handed over the Reader with a proud look on his face, as if he had drawn the comic himself.

"Can you lend it to me to have a look?" I couldn't help but turn around and ask him.

They were dumbfounded: "You read comics too?"

"Is it not possible? Anyway, this class is entertainment time. Tang Xin and I will watch it together? You don't want to?" I raised my eyebrows, raised my chin slightly, and took advantage of my own advantages.

"Of course, no problem, no problem!" Jiang Yu handed over the comic book with both hands.

"That's pretty much it!"

I took the comic in one hand and put it on my desk.

Tang Xin witnessed the whole process and gave a thumbs up, praising: "Xiao Meng is really awesome!"

My face turned red, "No way, he owes me a favor."

"Do you like reading comics?"

"It's okay, not obsessed, I read it occasionally when I'm bored. My sister likes to read it very much, she often buys it, and I often go to her to borrow it when I'm bored. Do you want to read it together?"

"Okay." Tang Xin nodded happily.

When I opened "Xin Manke", I was overwhelmed by a strong sense of history, and the painting style was still familiar. I remember that the earliest "Battle Through the Heavens" and "Douluo Dalu" were serialized in this comic magazine. At that time, my brothers and I took turns to buy it, and it lasted throughout high school. I can still remember it vividly. When I opened the magazine, even the printing ink smelled nostalgic.

Most of the comics in the magazine were just average, not amazing. Until we turned to a page in the middle and saw a comic titled "What if I became a fox in another world?" The first page of the comic took up a whole page of the book. It was a colorful cover with exquisite painting. The character in the picture was a girl with fox ears and a fox tail, wearing a miniskirt suit. She was smiling, standing under a big tree facing the readers. The breeze gently blew up the hem of her skirt, just to a height that made people imagine. The long furry tail was drawn like a real one.

"Wow, this is such a great painting! It's totally different from the previous one!" Tang Xin couldn't help but agree, "Look at these eyes, just like you, they seem to be able to speak! The protagonist must be a gentle person!"

"No way! They are completely different!" I waved my hands. How could two-dimensional characters be similar to those in the real world?

"No, look at it seriously! This character looks like you, they are exactly alike, you know?" Tang Xin looked at the book and then at me.

"Stop messing around and read a book."

The story of the comic is not particularly new. It is about a high school student who wakes up the next day and suddenly comes to a different world, becomes a fox, and then slowly fights monsters to level up. Because it is just a weekly comic, the content of this volume only contains a small fragment of a fox fighting for survival and living. However, the author seems to have a lot of experience in surviving in the wild. Even the perspective of a little fox can be portrayed vividly, just like a fox version of Bear Grylls.

If there is anything special about this book, it is the superb painting style. Every few pictures, there is a super exquisite original painting-level large picture to depict the story, which makes people feel like they are in the story. The only thing that is a bit awkward is that such a realistic painting style appears in a comic book, which seems a bit out of place.

"I'm looking forward to the second issue!" Tang Xin's eyes were full of stars. "Let me see what the author's name is! I'm a fan."

"It's called Colored Paintbrush. It's a bit of a strange name. I don't know what they were thinking of." Tang Xin said after looking at the cover.

"Yeah, the name is indeed strange." I nodded in agreement.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed. The second issue of "X-Music Manke" came out, and of course Jiang Yu bought it this time. I also asked him to borrow it, but he said he would wait until Liu Jiacheng finished reading it before he could give it to me. Because he promised him first, I was the second one to ask. I think it is necessary to praise Jiang Yu for this, at least he fulfilled the contract and did what he said.

So by the time I got the comic, it was already evening. But because I had an extra class every night recently, I had to go back to the dormitory and turn off the lights after washing up, so I had no time to read it. I had no choice but to put the book in the cupboard in the dormitory, planning to take half an hour to read it with Tang Xin during the lunch break the next day.

But in the third class the next morning, I was suddenly called out by Teacher Song.

Looking for me? What's the matter? Oh no, could they have found the comics during the dormitory inspection? But then I thought again, that shouldn't be the case. Even if they saw the comics in the dormitory, they wouldn't call me out during class.

I followed Teacher Song in the administrative building. Seeing her serious expression, I wanted to ask questions but didn't dare to speak. Finally, halfway through the walk, Teacher Song stopped and turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry! Mr. Song, I shouldn't read comics."

Before Teacher Song could speak, I apologized first. Then I saw Teacher Song looking at me strangely.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Teacher Song laughed out loud. "What? I haven't told you anything yet, why are you explaining the mistake first? Oh my god, this is too funny. I'll tell your aunt when I get home."

"Ah? What does Teacher Song want to talk to me about?" My face turned red and I was so embarrassed that I almost wanted to find a place to hide.

"Oh, yes." Teacher Song smiled for a while and then became serious. "Do you still remember the learning machine you lost in the first semester?"

"Ah? Oh, I remember." I nodded.

"We found the thief," said Teacher Song. "He's a student from the next class. When we checked his dorm this morning, we found a lot of cell phones, PSPs and other game consoles in his locker, including the learning machine you lost."

"Ah? From the class next door." I was a little confused. "Then how did he know I had a learning machine? How could he find my desk so accurately?"

"That's what I'm curious about. The investigating teacher said that he would scout the area and investigate before committing a crime. His methods were extremely sophisticated, otherwise he wouldn't have gone undetected for so long. He just didn't deal with the dirty stuff, so the teacher who checked the dormitory found it." Teacher Song said helplessly, "I asked you to come here just to let you identify the learning machine and confirm the evidence."

"Oh, so that's what happened." I sighed, "Teacher Song, I have a question that has been on my mind for a long time. I want to ask you."

"You ask."

"Teacher Song, what do you think about the school checking students' personal privacy while they are not around? Logically speaking, the school has no right to do that." I know this is an old tradition in the school. Boys didn't take it seriously before, but now girls feel uncomfortable when they think about someone looking through their underwear.

"This..." Teacher Song didn't know how to answer me for a moment, "It has its pros and cons... Maybe the leader's starting point is good. But the method is not appropriate. Let's go, let's talk about this later, follow me to the meeting room first."

"Oh."

The school is still the same, making people love and hate it.

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I'm off work, back home! I feel a little dizzy, I'll go to sleep for a while before writing again! The plot and confession will be postponed for a few days according to the outline of the book.

Chapter 69: Simple?

I followed Teacher Song into the conference room, which was already quite crowded.

I saw a middle-aged man yelling at a boy. The boy was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall, and had a strong physique, like a rugby player. The middle-aged man was only about 1.7 meters tall, and looked skinny and small in comparison, which made him look a little funny.

"Did Dad give you less money or what? Huh?" That must be his father. "Why don't you say something?"

The boy lowered his head and said nothing. I thought about it carefully. This boy had met me a few times before. I remember his name was Xie Dongchao. He was good at basketball and we played together a few times. At that time, I just thought he was a boy who didn't match his appearance. He spoke timidly and weakly. There was no such thing at that time, and I didn't think he would be such a person.

"Why do you want to steal things!"

His father was almost on the verge of collapse and pushed him hard, but this little force only made him shake a bit and it didn't have much effect. On the contrary, he almost fell down because of his unstable standing.

The furious father went up and kicked him! But before he could kick him, he was stopped by a teacher next to him, "Mr. Xie, please don't be impulsive, sit down and talk slowly." This incident alarmed many school leaders. I looked around, not to mention the head teacher and grade director, even the director of the political and educational department, the principal, and all the leaders of the school party committee were present.

"Xiao Meng, come with me." Teacher Song didn't continue watching, but pulled me to the conference table next to him. There was a large row of electronic products on it, and the learning machine that was lost in my hand was among them.

"Which one did you lose?" A teacher sitting next to me pointed at the dirt and asked me.

"That one." I pointed.

"price?"

"3000."

"Teacher Song, can I take the learning machine back?" Seeing that the teacher did not take the next step, I turned to ask Teacher Song.

"Not yet. It depends on how the leaders handle it. Because the amount involved is too large, if the leaders decide to let the police intervene, these items will need to be returned after the police collect evidence." Teacher Song shook his head, "But they will definitely be returned to you in the end."

"Well? I sell it and return half of the money to Teacher Song, okay?" I thought about it and decided to sell it. After all, this kind of thing will only become less and less useful in front of smartphones.

Teacher Song smiled and said, "Just consider it a gift from me to you. You don't have to pay me."

"This is so bad..."

Before our conversation was over, an argument broke out over Xie Dongchao's end.