"Ahhh..."
"Ahhhh..."
"Hire..."
It was dawn, and Tang Xin sat cross-legged on the floor of his room in his underwear.
There is an English book on the left hand, and a bread machine and bread on the right hand.
Tang Xin turned a page of the book and picked up a memory bread and printed it on it, and then stuffed it into his mouth.
But he miscalculated and there was not enough bread!
There are so many pages of English books, and I have to print all six books, obviously the amount of bread is not enough.
You can't cut bread now, right? Besides, this bread is thin and soft. Tang Xin is afraid of cutting vegetables with a knife and cutting vegetables. How could he be so superb that he could cut the bread thinner?
Therefore, Tang Xin could only print out the main text of each unit in the English book and the word list after it.
After eating the first bag of bread, Tang Xin was already full.
After eating the second bag, he developed negative emotions about the bread.
After finishing the third bag, he felt like he was about to vomit.
Tang Xin had no impression of how the fourth bag was in his stomach. He no longer wanted to have the image of bread in his mind, nor did he want to smell the fragrance of bread, and he hated everything about bread.
After eating four bags of bread, Tang Xinyang lay on the floor, his stomach was full and full, and his eyes were dull. If he hadn't been breathing, he would have thought he was dead.
With difficulty, Tang Xin looked at the alarm clock.
Six fifty.
There was a movement from my parents' bedroom, and it seemed that my parents had gotten up.
Tang Xin put on his school uniform, stepped on his schoolbag and was about to open the door and go out, but turned around and bent down with difficulty to pick up the bread maker, loosen his belt and stuffed the bread maker into his four-dimensional pocket.
After wiping his face, Tang Xin tried his best to be more energetic, but he felt it was very difficult for him to walk, and he was especially worried about the urge to run to the bathroom and open a large size.
"Hey, son, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why is your face so haggard?"
Xie Wanling, wearing her pajamas, saw Tang Xin walking out of the room, came to him anxiously, and put her forehead on Tang Xin's forehead.
"I didn't have a fever, are you having a cold? Are you coughing? Is there a runny nose?"
Tang Xin waved his hand and said with a forced smile: "Mom, I'm fine. I slept for four hours yesterday and got up in the middle of the night to study. Maybe I didn't have a good rest. I went to school, bye."
"Oh, this kid, studying hard is a good thing, but you have to combine work and rest."
Xie Wanling looked at Tang Xin's back and smiled with relief, but she turned around and told Tang Bin, who had just gotten up and looked in the mirror in front of the closet to wear clothes.
"Husband, please pay attention to your son today. If he is feeling unwell, call me."
Tang Bin agreed with a dark blue strip tie.
After walking out of the community, Tang Xin suddenly felt that it was best not to exercise more, otherwise if he accelerated his metabolism, he would easily have the desire to excrete.
Sun Dao, Ye Qiu, Cheng Mu, who were living in the same community, had been waiting for Tang Xin at the door. When they saw Tang Xin's difficult appearance, they were all shocked.
"Tang Xin, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Mu ran over and took the initiative to help Tang Xin get his schoolbag, looking at him with concern.
Sun Dao and Ye Qiu were about to speak, when Tang Xin raised his hand and raised a reluctant smile, saying, "We can go to school, I'll treat you."
When Ye Qiu was about to ask why, Sun Dao was already standing at the entrance of the community, waving to the taxi in the distance. After the taxi came, Sun Dao directly sat in the front passenger seat, lowered the window and waved to the three of them, "Hurry up, don't let the elders see it, otherwise we will be scolded for spending money indiscriminately again. Oh, it was Tang Xin who spent money indiscriminately."
Seeing this, Ye Qiu opened the back door and crawled in. Cheng Mu got into the car and sat down next to Ye Qiu, making a lot of space for Tang Xin.
Tang Xin sat down by the window, breathed a sigh of relief, and the taxi started to move, heading towards Third Middle School.
On the way, Cheng Mu raised his tender little hand and touched Tang Xin's forehead, and said strangely: "Tang Xin, are you uncomfortable there?"
"I, I'm fine, it's okay."
Tang Xin smiled strongly and tried to keep his body in a calm state, especially the key point of not making a fuss about his bloated belly.
"Brother, you almost write on your face: I have been buried. Please burn incense if you have anything to do. Are you okay? Then the people on earth are all okay."
Sun Dao turned his head from the front row and stared at Tang Xin. After observing for a while, he looked like he suddenly realized.
"Oh, I understand. Do you want to pretend to be sick and then miss the exam? This trick is too fake. The beautiful school doctor in our school is not a decoration. If you go to the school clinic, say that you are sick, the school doctor can kick you out."
Ye Qiu, who was sitting on the other side of Cheng Mu, turned his head and looked at the street view outside the window on the other side, sighing.
Her sigh seemed to contain two meanings, one was to mock Tang Xin's superficial tricks, and the other was to be disappointed that Tang Xin always wanted to go through a wrong path.
"Tang Xin, are you afraid that your aunt and uncle will scold you? Don't worry, I'll plead for you. If you have a bad exam, it's bad. If you work hard in the future, it's enough. Now it's no longer popular to beat and scold education."
Cheng Mu pressed against the back of Tang Xin's hand and said softly.
Tang Xin felt that even speaking would make his stomach churn, so he said something lightly.
"Let's talk about it after the exam."
The taxi parked at the entrance of No. 3 Middle School. Tang Xin got off after paying the money. After arriving at the class, Tang Xin clearly felt that the eyes of the classmates in the class had changed compared to before.
It should be because he punched Qiu Qiang so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist yesterday.
Turning a blind eye to all these gazes, Tang Xin came to his seat and sat down, put his schoolbag in the drawer, and then lay on the table and waited quietly for class.
Thankfully, the English quiz was the first two classes!
Someone slapped Tang Xin on the desk, which scared him.
He looked up and saw Qiu Qiang, who was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, looking down at Tang Xin with complicated face.
"Qiu Qiang, did I correct my mistake yesterday..."
Now Tang Xin wants to take the exam quietly, not to make trouble, let alone fight Qiu Qiang again.
"What happened yesterday was all wrong with me. It was because I was overestimating my abilities, and it was because I had no idea about Mount Tai. Tang Xin, can you forgive me?"
Just before Tang Xin finished speaking, Qiu Qiang had already squatted down and looked at Tang Xin with a repentant expression.
Blinking his eyes, a serious expression appeared on Tang Xin's face and said softly: "You can correct your mistakes, and it's great to be good...Well, Qiu Qiang, we are classmates and friends, what's the point of fighting? I took a little heavier yesterday, don't take it to your heart..."
"No, it's me wrong, Tang Xin, you opened my eyes. I'm promising to you now."
After Qiu Qiang said that, he leaned closer to Tang Xin's face and said solemnly: "Tang Xin, please tell me the truth. Are you a master? Yesterday you hit me twice. The first was the Qi energy coming out of thin air. The second was just a fist move to cover up the attack of the first. I can understand it clearly. Please tell me, what are you using? Qigong?"
Tang Xin's facial muscles twitched slightly, and Sun Dao, who had been paying attention to their conversation, opened his mouth wide and was completely stunned.
"You actually discovered it?! Well, don't spread this matter, keep a low profile, keep a low profile."
Tang Xin said vaguely, hoping that Qiu Qiang would give up and leave quickly.
As a result, things went against my wishes. Not only did Qiu Qiang not give up, he also grabbed Tang Xin's arm with both hands, stared at Tang Xin with a eager face, and said in a deep voice: "Tang Xin, where is your master? I also want to worship him as my teacher. No matter what the suffering is, I can eat it."
Tang Xin was very embarrassed. Because of his bloated stomach, he really didn't want to spend energy on Qiu Qiang, so he said casually: "Here, in the fighting club in the west of the city."
This fighting club, which is, Tang Xin often saw someone sending leaflets off campus a few months ago, only to remember, otherwise he wouldn't know what to say.
It’s impossible to say that the ancient temples and temples in the deep mountains and old forests are ruined, this is too nonsense.
Qiu Qiang lowered his head and murmured: "Fighting Club, I have been to the summer vacation. Aren't the coaches inside all retired soldiers?"
After saying that, he looked at Tang Xin again in confusion, as if he felt that Tang Xin was lying to him.
Yes, Tang Xin is just lying to him.
And we have to cheat to the end.
"Qiu Qiang, have you seen the Tianlong Ba Tribe?"
"Of course I've seen it, Qiao Feng, who is so righteous..."
"Wait, who is the best in there?"
"Uh, the nameless sweeping monk?"
Tang Xin suddenly patted his shoulder and asked mysteriously: "Don't you understand yet? How could the master come out and say he is a master?"
Qiu Qiang's confused expression suddenly showed a surprise smile like a flash of clouds and saw the sun, and opened his mouth and said, "What do you mean..."
Tang Xin quickly covered his mouth and shook his head slightly, "Opportunities are opportunities. Don't tell them to the public. Experts like to keep a low profile. What should you do if you scare the master away?"
"I, I understand, thank you, Tang Xin, no, senior brother, senior brother."
Qiu Qiang stood up with an inexplicable surprise, unable to suppress his inner joy, walked towards the back seats.
Tang Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned his head. Sun Dao pointed at him, then turned to point to Qiu Qiang behind him, and asked blankly: "Did you beat him up or fool him?"
Tang Xin raised his eyebrows with a heavy expression and sighed: "You don't understand the inner world of martial arts fans."
Sun Dao slowly lit his head, glanced at Qiu Qiang who was smirking behind him, turned around and sat down, and said, "I am extremely worried about his mental state now."
Chapter completed!