If it was just waiting, Senxia wouldn't be so difficult. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info not only what Mo Ming did yesterday, but also because waiting for girls to wash up is a very troublesome thing.

Girls always suffer from procrastination when it comes to dressing up, and they have no concept of time for dressing up, just like you and I play Civilization Six all night. Always before you know it, the hour hand has been pushed back by more than half of it. So, the thankless task of finding a girlfriend should still be given to me. Give me all the girls and solve all the problems!

The school time is 8 o'clock sharp, and before that there is morning reading. However, the morning reading class is relatively unrestrictive, and the teacher does not deliberately call names. As a result, students living on campus will generally wait until 8 o'clock to get to class.

Hawkers,Living in the ministry is barely a school...

"Hey, you've been waiting here for so long..."

"Uh... Uh-huh,"

Mo Ming pursed his lips helplessly, glanced up at the clock on the wall, and then fell silent.

The hour and minute hands are clearly pointed to the letter eleven.

Other words...

"It's almost time. ”

"yes, I didn't expect time to be so fast. ”

Ping Ting also sighed on the side.

Ouyang Hanxue gently pushed Mo Ming, interrupting the suddenly quiet atmosphere.

"Okay, let's go, we're running out of time. ”

"Ahh Yes... Okay, let's go, don't be late. ”

Mori Xia wanted to say something, but in this bright sunshine, he didn't open his mouth after all.

Men, they always need a little tolerance in some inconsequential little things, and those men who are scheming can't last long even if they find a girlfriend. This is a superfluous education from the mother.

I don't know what I want to do by instilling such knowledge in a six- or seven-year-old boy? If it weren't for Sen Xia's soul not being a pure little child, he might have believed in his mother's evil and become a harem king when he was a child. Strange, Senxia always felt as if he had done something that he regretted? No, no, no, how could such a thing be possible?

I'm going to be a man who wants to be a great mage of the fire system...

By the way, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Facing the early morning sun and air conditioning, everyone rushed out, and Sen Xia made up his mind to walk last, so he who was originally standing by the door did not go out first, but watched the women leave one by one.

"Stupid. ”

An inaudible voice came.

I don't know who said it, but there was only a touch of incense left on Mori Xia's nose.

Turning around, they were shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, and went to school together.

"Ahh What a fool I'm in..."

"Indeed..."

The pleasant study life has begun again.

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Students who study liberal arts are all preparatory young scholars.

If the autumn breeze can take away everything, then why not loneliness?

If you have time to pretend to be young here, the magical girl Madoka won't be sent to the late-night stall.

"Huh?"

"It's a rough deal!~~~"

Panting, Ping Ting ran over as if she had taken medicine, and Sen Xia, who was sitting on a chair eating crepes, looked at her calmly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"What's the matter, running so happily, you have a husky?"

Sen Xia thought about it carefully, if you bring in the husky's troublesome personality and the appearance of Ting Ting's vitality, it is indeed a fight with the husky, a god-like species. Of course, if the husky really looks like this, I think something like the Hitogu might become a reality. Large-scale husky breeding and price increases will also become inevitable, and the husky economy will become a national industry.

If you think about it carefully, there seems to be such a film, the author of Baidu Cloud...

The previous sentence should be treated as if you did not see it.

Ping Ting snatched only half of the crepes left, but because of the unstable relationship, the salad dressing made from the cafeteria swayed in the air, like autumn leaves, little by little, sprinkled in the hearts of young boys and girls. A sweet and sour taste came to my heart, and when I got here, I couldn't help but want to say a word~ Mom sells batches, the salad dressing in this canteen stinks again....

Forget it, make do with it...

"Gross... Vomit..."

It's just that this poor baby suffers...

"Ahem... Why... It's already sour, and you're still eating....?"

Coughing, Ping Ting insisted on swallowing.

"Why can't I eat it?"

While patting Ping Ting's back, he answered her question.

"Is it ?...?"

"That's right, that's how thrifty I am. ”

“......”

Ping Ting did not answer.

As the so-called diligence and thrift, housekeeping is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation since ancient times. In ancient times, such things were to be taken out and greatly praised. Even the stupid human beings today have no way to understand such a sacred cause, and do not know what such a small act brings to the country, to the poor. However, we know that by doing so, the body will be absolutely hollowed out.

When the time comes, it's not a matter of a little salad dressing...

"You'd better wipe it quickly, it's all around you that you've polluted. ”

Similar to the scene after the filming of a romantic action movie, Mori Xia's surroundings are already snow-white at this time. Even if the crepe doesn't contain much salad dressing, it can make the surrounding area look like an aftermath scene, and the milky white unknown liquid dots the classroom, and I believe that when the students who went out for activities come back, Mori Xia will definitely be dragged up to Aruba.

"Oh... Well..."

Comrade Husky obediently went to wipe the table.

After wiping, Ping Ting finally calmed down, no longer jumping around excitedly like a husky, or like a stupid person who couldn't speak, this time, he expressed his thoughts very clearly.

"The animation we make may be put in the late night slot. ”

"Huh? Why?"

A look of surprise flooded Senxia's face, just like the tragedy of the previous mismatch between the estimated score and the actual score, Senxia obviously couldn't accept such news.

"Isn't Sister Su Mo already ready?"

"This... I don't know. ”

"Ha ?..."

Late-night stalls are a magical time slot. If the prime file is the starting point of the push, then the late-night file is equivalent to the old version of the classification to push such mosquito legs (I don't even have mosquito legs). Most of these periods are playing some eighteen forbidden animations, relatively speaking, the rating of this time period is relatively high, and the audience is even less pitiful.

"It's strange, isn't our anime all ages this time?"

"It's all ages, yes... But..."

"But?"

"But they seem to think there's no market value..."

Society is sinister.....

You're not qualified to say such a thing, are you?

Taking Ping Ting's hand, regardless of the fact that there were still five minutes to go to class, Sen Xia ran towards the door.

"Go find Sister Su Mo. ”