MTL - Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 248 Perfect New World (12)

At 5:40 in the morning, Lou Ying woke up.

The physical card has expired. He returned to his home.

He sat up briskly, remembering that he flexed and stretched his arm that had been pillowed by Chi Xiaochi, and raised his hand to caress his lips. After confirming that the three mint-like kisses last night were not dreams, his fists pushed in front of him With one hand, I just lifted the quilt, and went down to the ground in a happy mood, sweeping the floor, then took out toiletries, took care of myself, took my schoolbag, and was ready to go out.

As soon as Lou Ying brought the door, when he turned around, he saw Chi Xiaochi sitting generously on the back seat of his bicycle, with one hand on the edge of the seat, a long stack of legs, drinking fresh milk taken from the warehouse. .

The summer day is very long, and the morning light at six o'clock splashes on the young man's shoulders, reflecting his east-facing side bright and gentle.

Lou Ying looked at him and gently brought the door. In front of him was the double figure of the teenager and the youth pool Koike.

When he was completely relaxed, two people who were 12 years apart and had similar features were completely different individuals.

The corner of the young man's pond is always slightly tilted, full of youth's unique purity and vitality, and the young man's pond is always lazy, and he can inlaid himself into a painting full of rich hormones anytime, anywhere, but it is Fine brushwork skills prevail, and emotions tend to be weak.

At the sound of closing the door, Chi Xiaochi looked up with a straw.

Instantly, the images of the two Koikes were merged together, and their eyebrows were bent together.

Chi Xiaochi tapped his index finger on the seat and said, "Boss, hitchhiking."

He pointed to the milk and bread hanging on the handle of the car in a small plastic bag: "... fare."

... The past Koike, the current Koike, belonged to only one Lou Ying.

Lou Ying put the schoolbag into the car basket and dutifully looked down at the tire condition.

Sitting on the side, Chi Xiaochi, holding his schoolbag, looked to the side and said, "I'm full, let's go."

Lou Ying really wanted to touch his head.

He kicked his feet up. "Why not sleep more?"

"I'm a national second-level protected animal, delicate." Chi Xiaochi said shamelessly. "The ground on my home is too rampant to sleep."

Lou Ying gave a gentle "um" sound, raised her hand and wiped the copper school card on her right chest.

Lou Ying, class one in high school.

He gently wiped the surface of the iron plate with the tip of his index finger and rewritten the words on it.

... Lou Ying, National Level 2.

He straightened his badge carefully and took the handlebar: "Come to my house tonight?"

Chi Xiaochi: "See if your uncle and uncle will come back."

Then, while getting ready to drive and getting into the car, he fell into a wonderful silence.

Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying with a probe: "Why don't you go? Drop the chain?"

Lou Ying said nothing, looked down at his waist.

Chi Xiaochi clutched the back seat.

Lou Ying: "If you don't hold it, you will fall."

Chi Xiaochi nonsense: "No, I'm growing up."

The morning self-study rule for Yi Gao day students starts at seven o'clock, and the second middle school where Chi Xiaochi is located, the head teacher is already late at the classroom gate at 6.40, so Lou Ying decides to send Xiao Chi first.

Chi Xiaochi was worried that the embarrassing picture that he would press the front wheel of the bicycle up and down did not appear. Lou Ying rode the car steadily and did not force the brakes halfway, causing him to plant something on him. This made Chi Koike very disappointed.

After arriving at the destination, Lou Ying supported the ground with one leg, dropped the pond into the pond, and thoughtfully asked, "How is the passenger experience?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Except for shoes, everything is fine."

His legs were too long to meditate on the back seat of the bicycle, and his feet were so tired that he could only drag along the road, plowing along the road.

Looking at the traces left by himself, Chi Xiaochi produced a sense of inexplicable joy for the children of the farmer to open up wasteland for the first time.

Lou Ying looked at Chi Xiaochi's leg that was nowhere to be laid, and smiled and answered, "Okay, I'll try to change the car sooner."

Chi Xiaochi jumped out of the car and stomped: "Change."

Lou Ying: "What car do you like?"

Chi Xiaochi thought about it for a moment, and replied, "The banknote transporter."

Lou Ying laughed: "Received."

Watching Chi Xiaochi enter the school, Lou Ying lay on his bicycle, remembering his few bits of memory.

The back of the teenager who was walking on the road with a bicycle alone, overlapped and separated from the person in front of him.

Lou Ying leaned down and stroked the bicycle's bar lightly.

In his original world, this bike was complemented by him a little bit.

He was about to ride the car away, and a long-lost familiar radio noise came suddenly from his ear.

Lou Ying frowned slightly, holding her ears.

After a while, his expression relaxed.

As soon as Chi Xiaochi sat down in his seat, he took out the Chinese textbook, and Lou Ying said in his head: "Koike, I have to go back to 'Between Xu'."

Chi Xiaochi: "Is there something wrong?"

"Good thing. It's a reward." Lou Ying laughed. "The general system just had a mid-year meeting. Bai Anyi's case was a long-standing and difficult case. There is no system to dare to pick it up. Now it is resolved. The general system has released it to you The commendation order is probably to give you some exchange value or rare items. It's not much. It's always an honor. You are in the process of performing the task, so I have to go back and collect it for you. "

At the end, Lou Ying added: "... Someone will be in charge of the shift, rest assured."

Chi Xiaochi's hand packing his stationery: "Who?"

Lou Ying answered: "089."

... as he expected.

The little movement of the Lord God accelerated.

Without face-to-face observation, Lou Ying failed to detect Chi Xiaochi's emotional fluctuations well: "I have told him not to talk to him. After returning to our world, there is time."

Chi Xiaochi casually responded: "Huh."

Soon, 061 went offline and 089 went online.

Chi Xiaochi did not expect that 089 did not say a word except to say hello to him. It was as if Lou Ying had put a forbidden card on his mouth before leaving.

However, thanks to his quietness, Chi Xiaochi's current cross talk has not been promoted to groups of cross talk.

I stepped into the classroom at the same table, and as soon as I took photos with Chi Xiaochi, I was fussed: "I'm leaning, what's wrong with your face?"

Chi Xiaochi: "It was bitten by a mosquito."

At the same table: "What the mosquito, drag the family to take a buffet to eat?"

He looked at Koike's face carefully: "Did the electric mosquito pat?"

Chi Xiaochi pushed him: "Go and go."

"Someone hit you?" The same table asked, "Are you getting entangled by those jerkies asking for money?"

Chi Xiaochi decided to properly reveal a little secret to him: "No, my parents."

At the same table: "Swatted by electric mosquitoes?"

Chi Xiaochi was teased: "Get out."

The pain at the same table was: "I rely on, such a good face, don't give it to me."

After a while, when Chi Xiaochi backed his Masters Table, he came over at the same table: "Do you mean it? Your parents really hit you."

Chi Xiaochi: "Yes."

"The last time you hurt your arm, it was the door clip ..."

Seeing that Koike was silent, the same table came to understand.

He scratched the back of his head, his expression a little more serious: "Otherwise, your parents hit you again, you can come to my house. My house is quite big."

Of course, Chi Xiaochi will not reject this kind offer for "Chi Xiaochi": "Thank you."

From the beginning, I was worried at the same table, and then I smiled a little: "Good, call it dad."

Chi Xiaochi thrust his head into the book.

With two days to go before the holiday, people's minds have long since fallen into a mess.

Next to the No. 2 Middle School is an elementary school. The radio has been commissioned in the morning, and the sounds of hello and hello are made from time to time.

The classmates still had a little energy when they read early. They shook their throats and opposed the thunderous "feed" sound. As a result, after the bell rang, everyone's throats were overwhelmed and they stood up to catch water.

As a result, as soon as the bell rang here, the chemistry teacher went to the stage, and the broadcast of "the second set of national elementary school students' radio gymnastics, the young eagle took off" began.

The classmates looked back at the wall clock one after another, wondering if it was God's manifestation, and the time was fast-forwarded to the classroom exercise.

But obviously, they think a little bit more.

Chi Xiaochi's fellow table turned around mournfully: "In the morning, what is flying?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Early birds get worms."

At the same table, she sighed, "A bunch of little farts."

The opinion of Chi Xiaochi is, brother, if I remember correctly, you should have just been here for two years.

At the same table: "Two years are not years."

Chi Xiaochi thought about it and found it very reasonable, so he did not refute him.

Looking at the chemistry textbook at the same table for a while, I suddenly looked up: "Oh, I remember. When I went to school this morning, I saw a lot of parents coming from next door, as if it was the summer games today."

The back seat heard it and was surprised: "Neuropathy. It's July."

"Are you upset about the Olympics? In response to the national call, all the activities are rampant." The same table said, "And I heard that they are engaged in a fun sports game. At the beginning, there is a broadcast exercise competition, and then there are kangaroo jumping, two people on three feet Yes. To put it bluntly, just play. "

After everyone expressed their envy for the little fart children, they intended to return to reality and read with peace of mind. After the first pass, the young eagle soon took off.

Chi Xiaochi felt a bit wrong: "Their radio exercises, come together collectively, or come from class to class."

At the same table: "... this dad doesn't know."

It turns out that the latter is correct.

Because they played 10 times in succession next time, the eagle took off, faintly heard the broadcast, "Thanks for the wonderful performance of Class X and X".

After comparing his voice with the radio for a while, the chemistry teacher chose to give up wisely.

After a while, it seemed that the teacher of the school went to negotiate. The volume of the radio was no longer so unscrupulous, but it was originally scattered in the heart of the people, but now it became a dust.

As soon as the bell rang, many students ran to the corridor, holding rolled textbooks, used as loudspeakers, and wrestling with the elementary school opposite.

Helpful.

"Mr. Lu XX, go to the record. Your mother is holding two cans of Wangzi milk and waiting for you at the registration office!"

"Mr. Lu XX, are you lost? Why did the radio call you for ten minutes!"

There are also mixed up trouble.

"Five spiced sheep hoof, braised pig's feet!"

"Close your hair! Get your hair long!"

With a window open, Chi Xiaochi looked out on campus life he had never seriously experienced.

The heads that had been shaved with only green stubble were swaying by the railings, bouncing like black and white keys on the piano.

This is a wonderful dream.

Tired at the same table, returned to the seat and unscrewed the water glass. Looking at Chi Xiaochi intently looking out the window, he kicked his buttocks with his feet: "What do you want?"

In the past, he would never dare to do such a cross-border action on the same table that he did not know whether it was a tadpole or a cold one. He was unfamiliar with it and was afraid of being chopped by a girl.

Chi Xiaochi is rare because of his illness in the second year, and he will be easily forgotten and forgiven. He said, "Have you seen outside?"

Nodded at the same table: "I see, it's all my son."

Chi Xiaochi also tried to go down firmly: "I thought of a song ..."

The half of the sip that I just drank at the same table was not wasted at all, and all greeted me on the back of Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi: "... what are you doing."

Wiping his mouth at the same table: "Sorry, I thought you were going to sing."

Chi Xiaochi: "What happened to me. Have you ever heard me sing?"

At the same table: "That's not true. But at New Year's Eve party last year, we all learned your erhu."

Chi Xiaochi hasn't remembered this stubble for a long time, and rummaged the memory of the original main pool Xiao Chi before thinking about what happened to him.

At the New Year's Day party six months ago, their class played a card draw game.

In the first step, everyone writes the names of everyone in the class on a small note, and puts together a bunch of small notes, labeled A.

The second step is to write a small note on all the places in the class, such as windowsills, lecterns, desks, grouped together, labeled B.

The third step is to write a few notes on some postures, such as splitting, standing upside down, duck squatting, fold back, label C.

The fourth step is to write a note on the performance item, such as singing, dancing, pulling erhu, bundling, labeling D.

After scrambling all the ABCD notes separately, the host will randomly select one from the four piles of notes to spell out a complete sentence, and the selected person must perform according to the instructions of the pieced together piece of paper.

A total of ten people will be selected for the performance, and Chi Xiaochi won the bid for the ninth time.

The performances he got were rare and normal.

Chi Koike, on the windowsill, leaning Erlang's legs and pulling erhu.

...... It's better than the last unlucky person to hack and recite on the podium before leaving Kangqiao.

In the elementary school, Chi Xiaochi yearned for A Bingxin, and secretly made a few strings with cotton wool. According to the erhu music scores pulled from the old bookstore, there was a pattern Playing with the chopsticks, I feel much more experienced than the average person. This time, for the New Year's Day party, a female classmate brought the erhu at home. He had been lingering for a while, but he didn't expect it to happen. He was really picked by the erhu.

Before playing, he punched everyone with lofty ambition: "I am ugly."

At the end of the song, the half of the building he was in was utterly silent.

The girl who brought the erhu was crying, and touched it distressedly to check her erhu, thinking it had been sawed off.

The next day, Chi Xiaochi was watched by the class next door. Look, this is the decoration that the violin played like yesterday.

The girls pointed at him and said, it's so cute.

Seeing the past self in memory, Ichiko Ikei endured for a long time before he could speak: "I ... that's the first time to pull erhu."

"Wow, you're pulling erhu." The same table said, "That erhu is barking like you were beaten."

Chi Xiaochi couldn't help it anymore. Haha laughed, and the more he smiled, the lower his body bent. He lay on the table, couldn't stand his waist, and laughed with tears, which made him feel inexplicable.

Pushed his shoulder at the table: "Hey, are you cramping?"

Chi Xiaochi shook his head, buried his face in his arms, and wiped the tears out of the corner of his eyes.

When he was young, he had such a happy time.

He even forgot himself.