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Mao Mao originally came to ask the head teacher for leave, but Li Moting took her mobile phone over: "Let me take a look, you go to class first." ”

"Really?" Mao Mao clasped his hands together and looked at Li Moting with a pious and hopeful expression, "Then I'll trouble you, Professor Li." ”

When the time came, the head teacher stood up with the textbook in his arms: "Okay, come back to class with me." ”

The phone couldn't be turned on anymore, Lin Baiqian actually had a little entanglement in his heart, and asked Mao Mao's voice in a low voice if the recording had been deleted.

Mao Mao said that it was deleted, and Lin Baiqian breathed a sigh of relief.

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Li Moting tinkered with the hairy mobile phone in the office, he also has a natural sensitivity to instruments, after finding a gadget from the drawer, a mobile phone, which was dismantled by him in less than two minutes, there was water inside, but not much, there was no hair dryer, he blotted it with tissue water, and then put it under the balcony of the window, exposed to the sun.

About an hour later, the water was almost dry, he took it back and reassembled it, the small mobile phone seemed to have life in the palm of his hand, and the teacher next to him was amazed: "Teacher Li, what kind of technique are you." ”

Li Moting smiled faintly, just this thing, it can't be called a trick, his most powerful thing is assembling guns, he is the national record holder for assembling guns, and he is also one of the best in the world.

His fingers, slender, clean, powerful, and distinctly boned, have been described as the true "Hand of God."

"I've learned a few things before." He replied ambiguously to the teacher, who had already assembled the phone.

Then he took out his data cable, plugged his phone into the computer, turned it on, and checked whether the software inside was damaged.

The teacher had something to do, so he went out with the report, and Li Moting was left alone in the office.

He had no intention of checking the contents of his phone, but in the deleted file area, after seeing a recording of Xiaobai's words, he casually clicked and the recording had been restored on his computer nAd1 (

He pressed the mouse again, and the sound of a small moth came from the computer automatically......

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The class teacher's class stopped when there were fifteen minutes left, because she had several things to announce, one was about the school sports day, and the other was about the selection of the school student council.

The school sports day will be held at the beginning of next month, and now is the time to register.

The male classmates said that there are many athletes among them, and someone can sign up for all the events, and this girl is the ......

There are only four of them, and it seems that they really don't have a choice. The four-by-one relay race is a good race, and you can get on it if you don't get it.

And because of the scarcity of girls, the head teacher arranged for them to participate in at least two projects so that all the projects could be participated.

The teacher also knew that this was a bit reluctant, but he could only say, "Everyone do their best, and the important thing is to participate." ”

Mao Mao wailed: "How can I lose the shot put with such a small body." ”

Yes, the head teacher actually arranged for Mao Mao to throw shot put and bunker jump! Such an image-ruining movement: "Is the teacher looking at my recent obesity and strength?" You must know that I am actually Lin Daiyu's weak body. ”

In fact, Lin Baiqian's is not much better, high jump and 800 meters.

After Mao Mao looked at her, he resigned himself to his fate: "Okay, I'll go and throw the shot put, these 800 meters, hehehehe, let me be spared." ”

Jiang Xingyue was arranged to participate in the women's javelin and one thousand five, Wu Shuang one hundred meters and sit-ups.

After Lin Baiqian saw the words high jump, he suddenly saw a black nAd2 (

Mao Mao comforted her: "Although you are not as light as a swallow now, but you are also a milk swallow, well......" She may feel that this comforting words are a little unbearable, and summarized it in four words, "Festival mourning changes." ”

Although the teacher said that it was light and focused on participation, it was linked to the class competition, and the participation was all involved, and no one wanted to lose too ugly.

You can't jump at all.

Mao Mao was also sad and angry: "Old class, then you have to find someone to guide us, I have never touched the shot put in my life." ”

Wu Shuang also said: "I haven't touched the javelin either. "In the past, there were a lot of girls in school, so where was their turn to be a girl with fine skin and tender meat.

and Lin Baiqian's previous figure, the teacher couldn't let her jump in the sand pit or go high jump, oh, this tragic ......

She seemed to be able to anticipate the horror of not being able to jump at all and then tripping over a pole.

The head teacher laughed: "Okay, I'll find a few boys to guide you." ”

It's also true, there are a large number of boys in their class, although some crooked melons and cracked dates are mixed in it, but it is definitely the class with the highest overall quality in the whole school, because of the major, there are indeed a few who have very good physical fitness.

But the teacher, just in case, said, "I'll find a PE teacher to guide you." ”

Everyone sighed.

Then there is the matter of the school's student union, Mao Mao has no interest in this kind of thing that has no return and unlimited dedication and investment, it is better to go to the dormitory to watch TV, Jiang Xingyue has to work, naturally it is impossible to participate in this thing.

Only Wu Shuang was very interested, and in the end, she had to take Lin Baiqian to sign up together.

Lin Baiqian didn't want to go, but he couldn't resist Wu Shuang's insistence, so he had to choose an office position and hand it over, anyway, he had to interview, and he didn't know if he could get innAd3 (

Finally class is over.

Everyone came out in a row.

Mao Mao pulled Lin Baiqian to Li Moting's office to get his mobile phone.

Li Moting was still sitting in his place, and Mao Mao was happy to find that his mobile phone was in his hand and it had been turned on.

"Okay? Professor Li. Mao Mao happily picked it up and looked at it.

Li Moting nodded indifferently.

Mao Mao dialed Lin Baiqian with a cornet, it was really good, she was excited: "Great, Professor Li, thank you so much." ”

Li Moting snorted, and a teacher next to him beckoned Li Moting to go to dinner together.

Mao Mao bore the brunt of the problem: "Professor Li, in order to thank you for helping me repair my phone, I will invite you to dinner." ”

Li Moting raised his eyebrows, and saw that Lin Baiqian had been standing by the door with his head half-hanged, and his eyes didn't know where to go, as if he was not looking at him properly.

Li Moting's mobile phone rang at this time, he waved his hand, Mao Mao retreated from the office with interest, took the mobile phone and looked left and right, and praised Li Moting again in his heart.

In the evening, Lin Baiqian still walked in circles. Of course, it's just a walk.

Before going to bed, she was still thinking that if she could, let her continue dreaming about the dream she had last night.

It didn't.

The next morning, there was no preset alarm clock, and there was no warning, but at five o'clock, I woke up again.

Is it because there is concern in your heart? She gritted her teeth and got up from the bed.

Today's frost and fog are a little thicker than yesterday's. But from a distance, you can indeed see a vague figure running in circles.

She was sure that it was Li Moting.

As if to go on a certain date, Lin Bai went downstairs with a shallow deer.

When she arrived at the sports venue, Li Moting happened to be holding her mobile phone, saw her coming, and beckoned: "Come here, listen to something for you." ”PrintChapterError(