Little Orma came back quickly, and in addition to the well-behaved big-bellied food delivery robot, he also followed Wan Jiang.

However, Wan Jiang seems to be arguing with the guinea pig.

"I said, don't you lie on the other person's chest every time, okay?"

“(＾－＾)V”

"It's me who wants to flirt with a beauty, not you!"

“(*^__^*)”

"Every time you steal my limelight, I won't take you to talk to a beautiful woman next time!"

This time, without waiting for the mouse to react, little Olma spoke first:

"If you don't take Xiaobai with you, the beauties probably won't look at you, right?"

Wan Jiang's face flushed: "Friends!! ”

That being said, he finally sat quietly at the table.

He took Xiaobai out of his pocket, put it in the corner of the dining table, stuffed him with a pine cone, let it knock slowly, and began to eat the dish he had just brought back.

Wan Jiang's method Xiao Olma has long been accustomed to it, not to mention that now that Fat Tang is also on the table, the two of them have no objection to having one more cat and mouse at the dinner table.

"I said, your family can't take the initiative to promote your identity, you can't pick up your sister paper here, with this kung fu, it's better to finish eating early and go back to reading." Little Orma said as he ate.

"Is this the essence of really liking me?" Wan Jiang didn't feel anything bad about the restrictions given to him by his family.

"Then why are you still taking Xiaobai with you?" Little Orma hit the nail on the head.

"It's just a tool, don't care about those ......," Wan Jiang forcibly explained.

Fat Tangerine stretched out his cat's paws, pushed the plate that had been wiped out in front of him to the side, and replaced it with another plate in front of him.

Because Wan Jiang was there, he was embarrassed to walk around the table, so he could only eat plate by plate.

While eating, I listened to two teenage kids seriously discuss how to flirt with their sisters.

On the other side, a mouse that has been gnawing on a pine cone is quietly moving along the edge of the table under the cover of the pine cone.

When Wan Jiang was eating happily and chatting happily, the guinea pig had slowly left its original position and approached Fat Orange.

Fat Orange, who was eating a plate of fish, didn't look at the mouse at all.

This kind of small fish that the fat orange can't name is fried so that even the bones are crispy, and the sweet sauce is poured on it, the fat orange can pick one in one bite, and then chew it in the mouth with the sauce, the taste of the sauce and the crispy fragrance of the fish bones make the fat orange eat very satisfied.

When Xiaobai moved more than a foot away from Fat Orange, he suddenly stopped moving, and then began to concentrate on peeling the pine nuts on the pine cones and eating them, as if he had no ill will towards Fat Orange at all.

However, when Fat Orange finished eating this plate of fried fish and pushed the plate away, Xiaobai's movements involuntarily slowed down.

Although he didn't stare at the fat orange, the behavior of glancing at him from time to time made the little guy look a little bit of a thief.

Su Guo didn't care about the little movements of the mouse at all, pushed away the plate of fried fish, and pulled over a pot of soup, just when he ate fried food and his mouth was dry, it was most comfortable to take a big mouthful of soup at this time.

Just when this pot of soup was pulled in front of the fat orange, I saw the little mouse its tail and lift its two paws, and the pine cones that had been holding in its paws flew out directly, smashing down towards the soup bowl in an arc.

"Smack!"

"Da!"

Before the pine cone fell into the soup bowl, it was slapped back by the fat orange who had already been on guard, because the speed was too fast, and it snapped directly on the smug who was secretly poking and poking.

The mouse, who was completely unexpected, shook its body and fell backwards.

Behind it is the edge of the dining table.

Thereupon......

When Wan Jiang and little Orma heard the sound, they saw that there was only one pine cone on the table, and the mouse was already lying on the floor.

"How did you eat so well that it would fall?" Wan Jiang bent down, picked up the little mouse from the ground, and put it back on the table.

He didn't suspect at all that there was a fat orange more than a foot away from the place where the mouse "wrecked".

In this regard, the guinea pig can only use "(*T_T*)" to express his mood.

Little Orma and Wan Jiang didn't notice the turbulent tide between a cat and a mouse, and after eating, they obediently went back to the dormitory.

In the evening, they still have to read a book, and the teachers like to take the test on the day after the family visit, even if the two of them usually have good grades, they dare not be unprepared.

When little Orma finally closed the book in his hand and was about to go to the bath and sleep, he saw Fat Tangerine, who had been napping in the cat's nest, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched his waist, and walked over.

Before little Orma could speak, Fat Orange opened his mouth and spat out a bunch of things.

It's all pieces that look like electronic parts.

"What is this?" Little Orma asked curiously.

"The electronic surveillance listening device I found in your dorm room." Without outsiders, Fat Orange can speak.

"Huh? So much? Little Alma was horrified.

"It's okay, about a dozen ......" Fat Orange looked at Little Orma's unpredictable face and comforted: "Don't worry, I didn't find any surveillance in the bathroom!" ”

Olma Jr.: "......"

"What now?" No matter how smart little Orma is, he is a child after all, and there is nothing he can do about this kind of thing.

"Do whatever you have to do, and ......" Fat Orange spat out a small thing from his mouth again: "Stick this to your earlobe, so that you can hear me outside." ”

Because outside, Fat Orange couldn't talk casually, and it didn't feel very convenient, so he decided to solve it with his own small means. As for this suction-type stud earring for little Orma, it's just to cover people's eyes.

He had just observed in the cafeteria, and the school had no management requirements for such trinkets.

"Oh!" Little Olma obediently picked up the little stud earrings and stuck them on her earlobes.

"That's it!" Fat Orange swept the pile of electronic waste aside with a slap and jumped into little Orma's arms:

"Help me take a bath, I'm tired of looking for these things today!"

"Oh!" Little Orma remembered that this afternoon Fat Orange had walked back and forth in the dormitory several times, jumping up and down, and even burrowing into certain corners.

I originally thought it was the habit of the cat stepping on the turf, but I didn't expect it to be "cleaning", no wonder my father said that the other party was a professional mercenary!

After this incident, little Orma's trust in Fat Orange is rising, and he feels that for the sake of his own life, he must listen to Fat Orange in the future, and his father has already said, "Professional things, let professional people solve them!" ”