At 8:30 in the evening, Zhu Bingwen, who had eaten and drank enough, waved his hand: It’s time to pack up and gather in front of the gate!
So everyone jumped up and cleaned up the place, and the lunch boxes were piled up in layers for Kagawa. Kagawa himself was holding a kettle beside him before he could do anything, so the lunch boxes were piled on the transport robot.
On the back.
When I went back, as expected, the empty back seat was full of suitcases because of Kagawa's transport robot. But now everyone had no intention of complaining, and some even said without hesitation: "Next time our class will
You can apply for a transport ship with additional cargo storage space. When the time comes, Xiangchuan, you can put more in!"
"I don't want to come here again in the near future!" Xiangchuan replied harshly, causing everyone to laugh.
When we returned to school, every other class was either yawning or listless. Among the crowd, the excitement of Class 8 was really eye-catching. Some parents or housekeepers who came to pick up their children in person were also confused when they saw this scene: This class
Why are your children so energetic?
Xiangchuan: Every day, I either clean up the forest or kill chickens and catch fish to eat a feast. How can I not be energetic?
I don’t know if it’s because he returned to the modern buildings, but the excitement he felt at the base gradually dissipated. The night in the city gradually made his tiredness emerge. Kagawa yawned, and Qiu, who was still in a state of excitement,
Manman and others said goodbye, found their car at the school gate, threw the transport robot to the Starfish servant, then got in the car, sat down, closed their eyes, and finished in one go.
When she was in the reserve, Xiangchuan's mood was more or less dragged along by the classmates around her. In addition, finding ginger and various game feasts put her in a state of tireless excitement. Now she sees sitting
In the back seat of her car, the familiar soft touch of the back seat immediately relaxed her. The excitement disappeared and fatigue gradually emerged. Even though she kept repeating in her mind, "I'll only be home for a few minutes, so I better not fall asleep yet."
"It's still no match for the fighting eyelids.
[Beep——Miss Kagawa, you have arrived at the door, please get off]
"Wow!"
The voice of the starfish servant suddenly sounded like it penetrated the eardrums, frightening Xiangchuan so much that he jumped up from the back seat and hit the roof of the car directly. However, the interior was made of cloth, so it didn't hurt at all.
It just scared Kagawa so much.
"Ah? Ah...? Ah!" Xiangchuan looked blankly at the starfish servant who opened the car door. It stretched out two tentacles and pressed on her temples, probably waking her up by directly contacting the nerves.
.
"Finally awake?" Xiangxue and Lin Ming popped up from behind Haixing, "It only takes five or six minutes to get back from school. Sister, are you just such a snoozer? You are obviously the only one in the camp who can take a nap."<
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I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I feel like these two people have some dark circles... Huh? Camp?
Have you sorted out your performance in the competition and sent it to your parents? Ah, my dignity as a sister is on the verge of collapse again... Well, there wasn't much left in the first place.
"This matter is very complicated..." Xiangxue chuckled, trying to pretend to be enigmatic.
"Condensed into one sentence." Xiangchuan didn't tolerate her, and looked directly at Lin Ming who was pretending that he didn't exist next to him. This kid looked like a stinker, but in fact, he was raped on the first day he moved into the Xiang family mansion.
Steamed buns, dumplings and gnocchi noodles were all captured in three consecutive attacks, "Lin Ming, tell me."
"The main ship guard team came to discuss cooperation with the live broadcast room. The Education Bureau and the training base will assist and let Xiangxue live broadcast Sister Xiangchuan's class competition." Lin Ming ignored Xiangxue's pleading eyes. After all, she only targeted Xiangxue for a few days if he offended her.
But to offend Kagawa... He did not come all the way to the Third Ship Group just to continue to face the liquid food and solid food that are now somewhat unpalatable. You can't offend the cook by offending anyone. This is what Lin Ming realized with his own instinct.
The truth.
Ah————
When Xiangchuan heard the news, he just wanted to fall asleep.
No wonder, no wonder... No wonder Teacher Zhu said during dinner tonight, "People from the Agriculture Bureau saw this scene." She thought that the teacher had remembered it wrong or that people from the Agriculture Bureau happened to be at the base to do business, so they happened to see them.
Game surveillance video.
Dare lovers are watching the live broadcast! Thinking of being seen by at least 5,000 viewers, Xiangchuan now feels like fainting and traveling through time to escape this "heavy" reality.
"I told you to stop talking." Xiangxue complained to Lin Ming, then took Xiangchuan's arm and took her out of the car: "Okay, sister, I know you've been hit hard, but you'd better get up quickly, dad.
I still have something to tell you over there."
It's not that it was a big blow, but she was really sleepy now. Xiangchuan barely kept her eyes open, and her eyelids were twitching as her sister and Lin Ming held hands from left to right and walked towards the Xiang family mansion.
Good news, the live broadcast room is still limited to a limited number of people.
Bad news, the upper limit has been expanded to 8,000 people. (This is the result of the Education Bureau and the Guardian Group limiting the audience to government-related personnel)
The reason why there are so many people is caused by the game feast led by Kagawa and others.
When Xiangchuan heard the news, she couldn't help but sit on the chair and cover her face with her hands. It's a good thing that the live broadcast room is booming, and it would be better if the live broadcast target is not her.
"What's wrong, Xiaochuan, are you feeling unwell?" Xiang Weiguo, who was across the desk, saw his daughter's strange behavior and thought she was feeling unwell. When he saw this, he had to contact Haixing Servant to come over and check Xiangchuan.
"Dad, you are overthinking. My sister has been like this since she came back and heard the news that she was live broadcasted by us." Xiangxue, who was sitting next to Xiangchuan, quickly persuaded Xiang Weiguo to stop, "Sister, she just doesn't like being arranged to be broadcast live.
That’s it, right, sister?”
Xiangchuan buried his face in his hands and nodded.
"Huh? But Xiaochuan, weren't you quite happy when Xiangxue filmed you cooking and watching those TV series?" Xiang Weiguo asked doubtfully, "Live broadcasting of your competition can also help your classmates perform better and improve themselves."
Your popularity will help you further expand your skills when you officially enter the field of ancient food research after graduating from university, right?"
"Then the premise is that I agree..." Xiangchuan raised his head from his palms with a tired look on his face, "And dad, you haven't worried about it. If I come up with any high-value recipes, they will be banned during the live broadcast."
Have people learned to go?"
"You don't have to worry about this." Xiang Weiguo laughed, thinking that this daughter knew a lot about some strange information flow, but she still lacked some knowledge of social common sense, "The first batch of live broadcasts this time
There are people from the Information Bureau on the invitation list. They are watching you the whole time and have registered all the steamed and grilled fish you cooked from beginning to end, as well as the fungus-fried chicken at the end. Oh, by the way, there are also
What about your "Thirty-six Strategies", hahaha, the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the Information Bureau almost came to blows over this matter."
Xiangchuan imagined the situation where the two thin bamboo pole-like information bureau personnel who registered him were fighting with the scholars and literati from the Cultural Bureau... What kind of magical scene of novices pecking each other?