MTL - Please Start Your Show-Chapter 7 . Seventh Raiders:

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Then, Lu Jianyan was severely beaten by the reality.

Who said that a runaway capacity would be tantamount to a lack of ability to use it?

It may also be exceptionally powerful.

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The trees are full of trees, and the window is late.

It's time for the children of Montessori kindergarten to take a nap. Twelve children in a class share a large bedroom with a separate washroom and a dressing room that distinguishes between boys and girls. Each child has a small solid wood bed with his name plate, painted in the colors and patterns chosen by the child.

Each dormitory is equipped with a duty teacher who is responsible for supervising and coaxing the children for lunch breaks. Although five-year-old children are generally at the stage of "sleeping you paralyzed high" and have too much energy, these professionally trained teachers are full of patience that ordinary people cannot, and there is always a way to treat every child Coquettish obedience, so that all children can get enough rest, and then start a smooth learning and entertainment life in the afternoon.

Lu. Six years old. Seeing that while the duty teacher went out to make a phone call, she sat up from the cot and stared at her shrunk at least half of her hands.

Soft and fluffy, there are four small pits visible to the naked eye on the back of the hand. At first glance, it belongs to the child's hand.

Lu Jianyan stubbornly stunned his own tiger's mouth, which was particularly painful, and the child's skin was tender and tender, and easily became a large piece of red. But this painful stimulation of the heart has proved that Lu Jianyan really returned to his childhood. To be precise, it should be back to eighteen years ago, when Lu Jianyan was still in kindergarten, and his stupid brother had just been born for a few months, which was particularly annoying.

Lu Jianyan's memory of this period has long been obscured. The only thing I still remember is that the mother had to embroider the name of the little quilt he used in the kindergarten, and then ... there was a little quilt whose name was printed and stained with blood. , Became Lu Jianyan's most unique kindergarten memories.

Alas, mother's love is like blood.

Lu Jianyan didn't give up, and couldn't believe that he was really born again, so he quietly got up, jumped off a bed just a few centimeters from the ground, and landed perfectly!

After putting on the shoes, it was inevitable to make a noise when rubbing against the floor, and a creak, the little boy next door had already been forgotten by Lu Jianyan's little boy frowned. Fortunately, the little boy was not awakened in the end, but just rolled over and continued to sleep.

Just in case, Lu Jianyan still waited a bit at the place. By the way, he turned to admire the whole picture of his bed-painted with various super heroes, Superman, Batman, Captain America.

He had forgotten that he had so seriously wanted to be an unknown hero fighting for life in order to maintain world peace.

When everyone grows up, they are best at becoming what they do n’t like, and what they are not at best is fulfilling their childhood dreams. Lu Jianyan is no exception.

...... Lu Xiaoyan's drawing diary ......

Weather x year x month x day: A big child draws the sun. Ghostwriting / Dad, with pictures / YAN Yan.

Today, my sister told her mother that when Yan Yan didn't smile, it always made him feel angry.

My sister and I argued that I didn't.

Sister returned to me: don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recitations, slightly.

My sister hates me a little, but I still like her very much.

Because what she said is actually right, when I grow up, I must try to smile every day, so that everyone feels very happy to see me, huh!

... this is the dividing line that has not been achieved ...

Lu Jianyan quickly entered the boy's locker room and found his own small cabinet based on his memory (well, after looking at the nameplate on the cabinet). On the left side of the cabinet is a waiting mirror, Lu Jianyan is facing the inside of the mirror at this time, which can still keep the person's body unimpressive and expressionless, and shed tears in her heart.

The little boy in the mirror was wearing an army green fake two-piece suit, pantyhose and black leather shoes, standing in his pockets, staring at himself without blinking. Lips, red teeth, large eyes, and natural curly hair tips are not very exaggerated, but they are slightly curved, and stay soft and convincing on the blown cheeks.

Lu Jianyan frowned with dissatisfaction. He was not tall or short among his peers when he was a kid. He was well-proportioned, but only slightly humped. How to say it, it is a little standard [good and good, jpg]. Anyone can easily outline such an image, always clean and tidy clothes, courteous and stable tutors, dimples, love blushing, talking is always easy to be drooling, bring a lingering lingering Milk aroma.

This is the world before he collapsed, he has not had a "strange" disease that even doctors can't detect, and he hasn't encountered the task person.

Soon, the eyes of the little boy in the mirror were adjusted to the standard "eye-dead" mode again, such as some kind of robot, black like a deep pond, and no luster. The slightly tight lips, with the alienation that people do not enter, are not easy to mess with at first glance. At least he thought so.

This is the person Lu Jianyan is familiar with. He uses a face up to block himself from being too close to this world, because only then can others not have many channels to approach him.

But no matter how his appearance changes, Lu Jianyan has to admit that he has become a six-year-old.

——Speaking of reason, shouldn't the ability no longer be used in film and television works or online novels? What the **** is it to forcefully go back to 18 years ago? Eighteen years ago, didn't those missionaries exist?

what! Eighteen years ago there were no missionaries!

Lu Jianyan's dark eyes lit up again, like a natural ore, reflecting bright colors. Or a piece of lava cake, the sweetness is about to flow out.

His wish was finally fulfilled-a world without taskers! Even if he can only enjoy it for a few years, he will cherish it.

Speaking of which, from the academic point of view, his current situation is considered as the category of "rebirth"? When I was in my twenties, I caught up with a trendy tail. I was a little excited.

I don't know if the expression is too young to manage, or what, Lu Jianyan's face has a lot of emotion.

For now, he quite likes this one.

"Yan Yan? Why are you here?" The gentle female teacher appeared at the door, panicked.

Lu Jianyan turned around and bowed his head silently, not because the child was at a loss when he made a mistake, but because he couldn't remember who the surname of this good-looking female teacher was.

"Ms. Hao is not mad at you," the female teacher walked to Lu Jianyan's side in a few steps, squatting down and staring at him as softly as possible. She seemed to have unilaterally concluded that Lu Jianyan was frightened.

As a well-recognized card in the eyes of everyone, Lu Jianyan's three years in kindergarten can be said to be a good heart for all teachers. The first reaction after the incident was to justify Lu Jianyan.

"It's a little early to wake up today." Teacher Hao smiled softly.

"Well." Lu Jianyan borrowed Po's donkey and tried to match her own person who was still in kindergarten. "The clothes are sweaty, I want to change."

Mr. Hao had no doubt about him. After confirming that Lu Jianyan could change his clothes independently, he left the dressing room and gave the child enough room for sex. Child-oriented, this has always been the central claim of Montessori kindergarten.

The play is really real. After changing clothes, Lu Jianyan returned to bed, with a hard-shell fairy tale book in her hand. Climb to bed quietly-killing and not admitting that the process required him to use his hands and feet together-sitting back against the light blue wallpaper, and then Lu Jianyan looked at the book in his solemn dress, as if deeply Attracted, not intending to wake anyone up.

Teacher Hao, who sat in front of him at the thousandth time, was still good at Lu Jianyan, and almost never caused people any trouble.

At about two o'clock, all the children woke up one after another, and those who did not wake up were awoken a little by Mr. Hao's most gentle stroke of his small arm.

Then, the scariest thing in the world happened-doing exercises.

Spring is cold and children may catch a cold. The kindergarten deliberately chose to take the children out to do exercises during the best sunshine in the afternoon.

But this is also the peak period for work and school at noon. Montessori kindergarten is built in a compound school district, and there are several other kindergartens and key elementary and middle schools in city B. Every day at this point, the school district is full of people. People who can walk into school.

The children are not very proficient in movements and waving their lower arms and lower legs, which can be said to be a sloppy performer performing exercises, and thus exposed to all parents and students.

At least Lu Jianyan saw several "friends" who would have business dealings with him in the future, or in groups of three or five, or led by parents and walked happily. There was even an aunt uncle who knew the Lu family and stopped to take a closer look. Maybe they were just looking at other juniors in the family, but Lu Jianyan was still uncomfortable.

The baggage of the president who has been attacking from time to time: there is really no way to meet people! !! !!

(So ​​as not to see a relative