After being stunned for a while, Yang Zhe swallowed the rice. "It's too late, isn't it? If I delay too long, the teacher will be suspicious. Yang Zhe politely refused.

Yan Xing smiled charmingly. "Look down on me!"

He snapped his hand up, and the void made a grabbing motion. The broken steps in the box on the table flew up on their own.

These fragments flew half a meter in front of Yan Xing and Yang Zhe, hovering in the air. Lined up one by one, and did not fall.

Yan Xing's five fingers opened, and five needles flew out from his fingertips.

The needle also hovers in mid-air.

Yan Xing waved his hand again, and a wire flew over from the empty shop. The thread is threaded through the five needles in turn. Yan Xing's fingertips flew out with a few knives, and the line was evenly divided into five sections. There is a needle in each segment of the line.

I saw five silver rays of light flying out from between Yan Xing's hands. Each silver light drew a needle and thread.

As if they had come to life, the needles burrowed into the suspended pieces of cloth and arched forward on their own, shuttling outside the cloth.

Yang Zhe remembered that he looked back on the old classics in his previous life, and once saw such a scene in the Oriental Undefeated starring Goddess Qingxia. The East is undefeated across the cloth, far away, throwing out the needle and thread. The cloth was quickly embroidered with flowers, not like embroidery, but as if the flowers bloomed on their own.

Yang Zhe knew that it was a stunt made electronically.

Now, however, he saw the live-action version!

Absolutely!

Definitely not a stunt!

The speed is only faster than Yang Zhe's sewing machine.

"Ouch!" Yang Zhe bit his tongue.

Syllable!

Yan Xing waved extremely handsomely. The five needles returned to his hand and disappeared between his fingers. The cloth that had been sewn into a single piece fell into his hands.

He tilted his head at Yang Zhe. "How? It's too late, isn't it?"

Yang Zhe nodded like pounding garlic, and he set his eyes on the embroidered pattern on Yan Xing's pajamas. "Fast, so fast, so fast you embroider?"

Yan Xing glanced down at the patterns on the chest and abdomen of his pajamas, and said with a smile: "Embroidery? This is a spirit map! When embroidering a spirit map, the output of spiritual power must be even, my level is still a little worse, I don't dare to be too fast." It's too fast, and as soon as the spiritual power collapses, it's all in vain. ”

Yang Zhe accepted the hydrogel handkerchief and put it in a drawer. He didn't plan to use it, but he accepted Yan Xing's love.

When he got up in the morning, Yan Xing had already bought breakfast for Yang Zhe. A large portion of red oil beef noodles, four crab roe buns, plus a large glass of honey fruit milk.

Yang Zhe didn't count the money with Yan Xing.

The money for the meal can be calculated, but the affection is not calculated.

"Don't give me fruit milk next time, I decided to change my mind and be a real man! A man doesn't drink milk, bring me beer next time, oh, ale!" Yang Zhe said.

Honey fruit milk, Yang Zhe's favorite in the past. Now, Yang Zhe doesn't love it anymore!

Yan Xing chuckled. "It's a man's man to drink? There is no wine in the canteen of the Tianyi Department, and if you want to drink, you have to transfer to the Fourth Department of Martial Arts. ”

Yang Zhe shook his head like a rattle. "I won't be a butcher! Brother is a civilized person! Yan Xing, lend me your sewing notes at the beginning level. ”

"Yes, the sun is coming out in the west. Do you really want to learn? Didn't you find a way to pass?"

"Even if I'm cheating, I need to know how to cut my clothes!"

Yan Xing took out a notebook with a big red peony on the cover page from the drawer. "This is the note I put together after staying up all night for a few hours in order to pass the preliminary assessment. ”

Yang Zhe opened it casually and was shocked.

Yan Xing's notes are even neater and more beautiful than those of the most well-behaved female student Yang Zhe has ever seen.

Words, beautiful and delicate!

Each knowledge point is accompanied by a drawing example. This picture is much more beautiful and clean than the design draft that Yang Zhe has seen in the garment factory, which is clear at a glance and clearly marked.

However, Yang Zhe flipped through a few things casually and went crazy. "Flat needle sewing, seam sewing, buttonhole sewing? What is this? Oh my God, I really want to learn this? Brother, smash my wine bottle and make me sober!"

Yan Xing obviously didn't understand what Yang Zhe meant, he said, "Don't you understand? I told her and she'll help you. I have something to do, I have to go. Yan Xing hurriedly left.

Yang Zhe looked at it for a while, completely loveless. He put down his notebook and began to enjoy his breakfast.

After breakfast, Yang Zhe continued to hold Yan Xing's notes and read them.

The content of the notes is clear and clear.

I understand the reason, but the problem is, the "concubine" can't do it!

Forget it, no matter what stitching method it is, I'll use a sewing machine!

Yang Zhe looked at it for a while and decided to put it into practice. He tore half of the cloth he had bought, spread it on his desk, and started with his scissors.

"Are you going to die? Don't you need to draw a picture first? Yo yo, I thought you were so good, just cut it when you came up, just this technique?" The female student who pushed the door in pointed to the cloth that had been cut by Yang Zhe, and spat at it.

Yang Zhe scratched his head, embarrassed. When he went down with this scissors, he was going to cut a straight line, but who knew that it would be crooked when he cut it...... If I had known, it would have been better to tear it by hand!

"Qiu Ying'er, why are you here?" Yang Zhe saw that the female student was gushing, and quickly interrupted her.

Qiu Ying'er was dressed in a dress. The pink skirt covered the feet, and the skirt was supported by layers of petticoats, and it was fluffy. The waist was strangled and gripped. It's a pity that the 14-year-old small chest has not developed well and can't hold it up. The chest is white and tender, except for the collarbone, there is nothing to see.

"Are you embarrassed to ask?" Qiu Ying'er raised her chin and said angrily, "Yan Xing came to ask Sister Ziting to teach you earlier. Sister Ziting didn't want to agree, but Yan Xing said that she would make a doll for Sister Ziting as a reward, so Sister Ziting agreed to tutor you. As a result, you are good, let Sister Ziting wait for a long time, and I won't see you over. Let's go, hurry up and follow me!"

Qiu Ying'er pulled Yang Zhe upstairs.

The Tianyi Department has few people, and the teaching area, canteen, and dormitory for teachers and students are all in one building. The first and second floors are teaching areas, and the cafeteria is on the first floor.

The teacher's dormitory and office area are on the third floor, and the fourth floor and above are women's dormitories.

As for Yang Zhe and Yan Xing, as the only two male students in the whole department, their dormitory is a suite temporarily separated from the teaching area.

Yang Zhe couldn't get into the dormitory on the fourth floor where the girls lived, so Qiu Yinger took Yang Zhe into a classroom office on the third floor.

In the office, there is no teacher.

There are only two students. Meng Ziting and Qiu Xiaoxiao.

Meng Ziting was also wearing a pink skirt and a hat, which was decorated with purple beads. 15-year-old Meng Ziting is much more material than Qiu Yinger, and she is a Barbie. One of the top ten school flowers of Tiannan College, an eight-grade Tianyi teacher, and a 16-level opener.

Qiu Xiaoxiao is as thin as Qiu Ying'er, but she brings her own bookish fragrance and wears glasses, which is very much the taste of the schoolgirl next door.