Facing Wu Mingxia, who was so thick-skinned that she was almost weird, Bai Ziyue, who thought that her adaptability was not bad, was a little unbearable, and silently reflected on whether she had done something wrong.

The day you first met, you shouldn't have brought people back to the dormitory for dinner because of the liveliness and cheerfulness of your new friends.

That's not eating, it's a wrong signal to cheeky people to put themselves in such an embarrassing situation.

Wu Mingxia greeted her with a smile throughout the whole process, without being aggressive, nor swearing, let alone digging people, just like a curious baby, constantly digging the story that had to be told between the male god and his fiancée.

Speechless asked Cangtian JG.

At this time, Bai Ziyue especially wanted to hear the class bell, or it would be good to let the head teacher Luo Zhenkun arrive early.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

There is still a quarter of an hour to go until eight o'clock, and their class time is a quarter past eight, that is, there is still half an hour before class, and the teacher cannot be so early no matter how early he is.

Expectations are shattered, Bai Ziyue's slightly mellow little face gradually loses its calm, and she must save herself and deter the annoying guy on the side of (body shēn).

So, is it to appreciate the dog skin plaster with two dark circles under the eyes, or just raise your legs and kick them away

Looking around, the classmates who were still strangers all put on a good posture, and Bai Ziyue immediately changed her mind.

The classroom is not a good place to beat people, even if you want to teach Wu Mingxia, who is thicker than a mecha, you have to find another opportunity, so as not to be set up as a typical prickly head by the teacher.

Wherever you are, thorns are frowned upon.

Bai Ziyue is determined to be a well-behaved and motivated Star Century mecha girl, and enter the top ten military fleets of the Federation, how can she make trouble on the first day of the official start of school.

"Qiuxia" Bai Ziyue bent her eyes wide, took out a bottle of homemade sour plum soup and handed it over, "After saying so much, you should be thirsty, come and drink saliva." ”

"Yueyue, you're really good," Wu Mingxia was so moved, but what should be corrected must be pointed out, "My name is Mingxia, not Qiuxia." ”

"Oh" Bai Ziyue replied casually, not taking it to heart, "Don't you all have a Xia word, it's almost there." ”

Wu Mingxia covered her mouth, "How can this be about the same, it's far from it?"

One word difference, directly helped her change her name, where could Wu Mingxia accept it.

Bai Ziyue frowned, "I didn't change your surname, what are you anxious about, it's really not good, you can just listen to the Xia character in the back." ”

Wu Mingxia felt aggrieved, and changed her name with a few words, and it didn't make people anxious, what kind of reason is this.

I wanted to theorize, but I felt that my mouth was dry and I urgently needed to drink some water to moisten my throat, so I unceremoniously took the sour plum soup, unscrewed the lid and poured a big mouthful into my mouth, and then my palm-sized face distorted.

In the next second, the sour plum soup squirted out, directly spraying the classmate in front of him (body shēn).

The clothes on the head are all sour plum soup with added saliva, which makes (love ài) beautiful female classmates where can they bear it, and immediately screamed after reacting,

"Ahh

Bai Ziyue covered her ears with foresight, waited for the screaming to stop before she put down her hand, and calmly appealed to Wu Mingxia, "You don't stop drinking a drink, spray it on other classmates (body shēn), shouldn't you be jealous that people are more feminine than you?"

The female classmate sitting at the front table is only wearing white Xiaoke (love ài) and black (hot rè) pants today, and the fullness in front of the chest is looming, which is very feminine.

Wu Mingxia thought like this, and she was really a little jealous.

However, there is no fool who can be admitted to a key military school, Wu Mingxia quickly remembered that she sprayed soup not because she was jealous and deliberately made it bad, but that the sour plum soup that Bai Ziyue gave her was very sour, not ordinarily sour.

"Why do you give me something so sour?"

Bai Ziyue smiled very innocently, "Because I'm afraid you'll be thirsty."

That bottle of sour plum soup is Bai Ziyue's favorite drink after she started morning sickness, even if the morning sickness gets better, she will still buy fresh plums and marinate them in sugar, and cook some soup from time to time to drink.

For pregnant women, this level of sour is nothing, but for Wu Mingxia, who likes sweets and sours, this enhanced version of homemade sour plum soup is tantamount to poison.

Wu Mingxia, who was plagued by the sour plum soup, wilted, took the initiative to widen the distance between herself and Bai Ziyue, covered the bottle containing the sour plum soup, and tried to throw it into the small trash can fixed on the leg of the table.

Bai Ziyue shouted in time to stop, "I haven't drunk much, it's a waste to throw it away like this." ”

It is shameful to waste food, (身shēn) as a student of the Seventh Military Academy, how can he be a shameless villain.

"You mean to let me finish drinking" Wu Mingxia's whole person was not good, and she complained with tears in her eyes, "It's too sour, it will definitely sour my teeth, Yueyue, do you really bear it?"

"I'm also for your good," Bai Ziyue said seriously, "The teacher has taught everyone not to waste food since he was a child, especially soldiers, and wasting food is punishable." ”

"But I'm still a student"

"That's not good, if the news gets out, I'm afraid that no fleet will recruit you into the army during the senior recruitment season."

Wu Mingxia felt that Bai Ziyue was alarmist, they were just freshmen who had just entered the school, and they were still far away from graduation, and at that time, who would remember this little thing.

"I'll remember."

A smiling baritone suddenly came from the door of the classroom, but it was the head teacher Luo Zhenkun who arrived.

All the students of Mecha Class 9: There is still a quarter of an hour before the class bell rings, why did the teacher appear, is it a hallucination, or is Teacher Luo more responsible

Think about the first day of school and let everyone choose their own class cadres, and directly exclude the latter.

As for the former, everyone didn't take (forbidden j) drugs, so the swelling may cause hallucinations.

Therefore, Mr. Luo's brain circuit is different from ordinary people, and he does not take the usual path, so he deliberately makes everyone confused

Seeing through the head teacher's trick, everyone was very guarded, especially Wu Mingxia, who was caught saying the wrong thing, sitting on a stool and trembling, and began to think about how to get through the crisis.

It is to directly bow his head and admit his mistake, and promise that he will not dare next time

Or as soon as he closed his eyes and fell on the same table (body shēn), he pretended to pass out suddenly

Wu Mingxia felt that both methods could be tried, so she stood up abruptly, raised her head (quite tg) (chest xiong), and shouted, "Report teacher, I was joking just now, as a member of the Federation, I will never waste food." ”

"Oh" Luo Zhenkun raised his eyebrows, "Then how do you prove it?"

There is only one way to prove that food will not be wasted, and that is to eat it on the spot and speak with facts.

Wu Mingxia looked at the sour plum soup in her hand, and the low-grade nutrients were a hundred times better than it, which made her feel good.

Inexplicably, I feel like my stomach is going to fight.

There were dozens of pairs of eyes staring at Wu Mingxia in the classroom, and the most oppressive one was from the homeroom teacher, so she didn't even have the courage to regret it, so she could only pinch her nose and pour the sour plum soup into her stomach in one go.

Thank God, the sour plum soup is just a small glass bottle, the kind that can hold up to 200.

belch

Because she was too anxious, Wu Mingxia couldn't help but burp.

Bai Ziyue, "Actually, no one grabbed it from you, I still have a lot of bottles here, not enough to have a few more bottles." ”

A pregnant woman who is accustomed to boiling more sour plum soup at a time (sex xg) said that mass production is more time-saving.

Wu Mingxia's face turned green, "No, no need, I can't rob you (Ai) of food." ”

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