A few little heads poked out of the door one after another, all looking at the jokes of the flashing scales, and the one who laughed the most was little Warren, and then a man, sorry to Ms. Purple Feather and said that he didn't stop these little guys. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This room is not big, at this time, the door is crowded with people next to each other, such a messy situation, Ms. Ziyu's face is getting worse and worse, but seeing the touching scene of Xiao Shi and Jiao Ming's brother and sister reuniting, after all, her expression was softened.

Seeing that the business could not be discussed, Ms. Ziyu simply got up and said: "Let's talk about it today, Mr.'s wisdom and insight have won my approval, from tomorrow onwards, I will ask Mr. to help Binglian start the plan, and I will also ask Mr. from time to time to ask Mr. some things about the Xu Qin people, and ask Mr. to give advice." ”

Jiao Ming was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he had been promoted and raised, and quickly replied, "It's an honor." In the afterglow, he saw Binglian winking at him, but he couldn't hold back and didn't blink in response.

Ms. Purple Feather nodded with satisfaction, and then beckoned everyone to leave, and flicked her finger on the little girl's head when she passed by Shining Scales: "Next time, don't open the door like this, remember?" Shining Scales covered her forehead with both hands, squatted on guard, and nodded with teary eyes. Everyone gradually left in a noisy manner, and Luohua seemed to want to stay but was pulled away by the ice lotus without a trace.

Xiao Shi hugged for a while, let go of her arms, and stared at Jiao Ming's face carefully, the corners of her mouth gradually curled: "You're not angry?"

"I was never angry, I was just in a bad mood that night. Jiao Ming then understood why Xiaoshi was so well-behaved when they separated a few days ago, it turned out that he was angry by misunderstanding, but he also recalled that when his parents were angry, he also tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. "I'm sorry I scared you. Not in the future. Forehead to forehead, Jiao Ming apologized in the most sincere voice.

"Then forgive you. Xiao Shi smiled, but immediately glared and pouted and asked, "Did you lie to me about the unicorn fairy eating horse dung balls?"

Jiao Ming was embarrassed, it would be too bad to be questioned by a child so bluntly in person, and it would be too bad to quibble again, but if he admitted it directly, it would be disgraceful, so it was better to turn in and listen to the situation and say: "The one-horned fairy with flashing scales is starving to death?"

"Not really. Xiao Shi was really taken to talk crookedly, and it was no longer the appearance of Xingshi asking for guilt: "But we got a lot of horse dung balls, and they didn't eat them, and they were almost trampled to death." ”

At this time, Xia Feng brought a wheelchair out of nowhere, and Xiao Shi came out of Jiao Ming's arms and helped Jiao Ming up with Xia Feng. "What about later?" Jiao Ming sat in a wheelchair and turned his head to ask Xiao Shi behind him. Xiao Shi talked while carrying the magic lamp, probably thanks to Lilmele's cleverness, he experimented with food one by one, and gradually tried to find that the unicorn fairy likes to eat ripe fruits.

Jiao Ming recalled the expression on her face when she pushed open the door, and guessed that the girl must have had the intention of making a big fuss with herself, but she didn't want Binglian's mother and daughter to be in the room, thinking of the change in the expression on her little face, she couldn't help but smile in her heart.

Xia Feng pushed the wheelchair and sent the two into a small room next to them, and then left with magic lamps, and the two wooden beds in the room, one large and one small, were exactly the same as those in the castle. Jiao Ming was afraid that Xiaoshi would think of the horse dung ball again, and asked Xiaoshi to do mental exercises, Xiaoshi's childish temperament, plus the excitement of reuniting with Jiao Ming has not passed, and he has been chattering about what he has seen and heard in Changteng Town in the past few days, just like a primary school student who talks to his parents about school life, and the children's voice is crisp and pleasant, although it is verbose, it is not annoying at all.

Xiao Shi finished the mental power exercise, still grabbed Jiao Ming's right hand and fell asleep, sure enough, that's it, Xingshi asked the guilt and forgot about it. Jiao Ming's right hand was grasped, and he bent his fingers slightly, and he felt the smooth touch of Xiao Shi's palm, but suddenly found that the noisy voice of a certain system did not appear, and he was not communicating with the state of the qi demon medium at this time.

Jiao Ming recalled that on the night when a certain system appeared for the first time, he also fell asleep quietly, and the only explanation was that a certain system was hiding from Xiao Shi. This speculation has yet to be verified, and the reason is unknown, but it is a good thing that you don't have to work hard to communicate with the Qi Demon Medium all the time.

Jiao Ming bent his fingers again, the touch was still so good, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look, but he couldn't see anything clearly, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment was a high school classroom, Jiao Ming glanced around, more than fifty tables and chairs were clean, walked up to the podium, touched the chalk groove without a trace of chalk ash, and said, "Come out, I know you're here." ”

It's clearly a dream here.

... Who are you looking for, are you looking for this system? It's rare, tsk, it's said that this world is impermanent, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, who hasn't asked for anyone, the grievances and grievances of that incident just took this opportunity to argue clearly...

"Less nonsense, at least show up, right?" Jiao Ming was too lazy to guess which scene a certain system was imitating, and he was even more lazy to follow the lines along the lines.

... You wait for me to change my skin and come out, what color do you like today? How's pink? Isn't it a bit girly? Or green? This color is not very auspicious for men, or a yellow, this is down-to-earth...

"If you don't like it, forget it, let me ask you, why are you hiding from the gas demon medium and the little poem. ”

There was silence for several minutes, this was the first time Jiao Ming had encountered this noisy system, ignoring his own accosting.

... Dangdang dang! yellow me shines on...

A pink gift box with a green ribbon with a green ribbon on the side is crooked with the words 'yellow' written crookedly in green handwriting.

... What's the matter with this system this time?...

Jiao Ming hesitated for a moment, unsure whether the system really didn't hear it or was pretending to be deaf and dumb: "Why are you hiding from the Qi Magic Medium and Xiao Shi?"

... What kind of magic, our is an orthodox systematic text, why are you talking about magic? Your brain is burned out and misclassified? You still have a little poem, what do you want to do with poetry? Save your literary level and write a little street novel, you can't even understand poetry, you still write poetry, you take too much psychiatric medicine, right? Little comrade, you have to follow the doctor's instructions for medicine, you can't say that you have a good appetite today, just take a few more pills...

Jiao Ming squinted his eyes slightly, feeling an indescribable weirdness, but time was pressing, so he decided to put it aside for the time being and get down to business. "Search: Commodity Trade. ”

... Lao Tzu hates workaholics the most, and he can't talk more before he starts work, and by the way, the number of words? Hey~, it's really boring...

A certain system said so, but it still conjured up a scene of light screens according to the requirements, and it was only a few seconds of reply, and hundreds of small windows were covered with Jiao Ming's field of vision, and they were still slowly increasing.

Jiao Ming was dizzy for a while, and after barely reading three, he found a more specific keyword, and hurriedly said: "Search: scissors are poor." ”

There were only three left of the light screen in an instant.

The first scene shows a young boy looking at an old yellowed textbook, with an illustration of Uncle Sam in a suit and a top hat holding a giant pair of scissors on the left, and flags of several developing countries twisted together on the right. An old voice sounded behind the little boy: "Little grandson, don't look at it, the waste paper collector is leaving." ”

In the second scene, in the history class of Jiao Ming's junior high school days, the middle-aged male teacher said casually: "There is a paragraph of extracurricular knowledge at the back of the text, and interested students can take a look at it, and the exam will not be tested." ”

The little boy in my memory turned a few pages boringly, and then saw the word scissors for the second time.

In the third act, Jiao Ming is browsing an article on the commodity economy on the Internet, and the author praises free trade and the commodity economy, and scolds the scissors theory by the way.