"Someone's coming in!" Silverpupil whispered suddenly. As soon as she let go of her hand, the piece of cloth she was holding in her arms fell, covering Yang Zhe's sewing machine.

Yang Zhe picked it up in the pile of rags.

Kang Lu walked in with the two female officials, and walked around the classroom, his eyes lingering on the silver pupil for a long time.

The silver pupil didn't raise his head, holding two pieces of cloth in his hand, twisting it back and forth.

"Why are you so close?" Conroy asked.

Yue Chun's needle suddenly went out of control and fell to the ground. She looked up at Kang Lu and shouted, "Teacher, someone is affecting my exam!

Two female invigilators walked over.

One of them whispered: "Manager Kang, controlling the Xuanling Needle requires full dedication, please don't speak, so as not to affect the students' performance." You know, the students here are not ordinary students. If then they put the blame for failing the exam on you and me......"

Kang Lu's face was cold, and he glared at Yue Chun fiercely. Yue Chun looked at Kang Lu with a weeping gaze, with a look of cuteness, but he did not avoid Kang Lu's gaze at all.

Kang Lu's gaze swept over the silver pupil a few more times, then turned and walked out.

The invigilator followed and closed the door.

Kang Lu was at the door, looking at the closed door, and his anger rushed straight to the top of his head.

Yang Zhe swept away the broken steps, took two pieces of white cloth picked by Yintong, stacked them together, and drew a straight line on the edge of the cloth with painting powder and ruler. Only then put the cloth on the sewing machine table, put down the presser foot, and press the cloth down. He started the sewing machine.

The needles of the sewing machine beat lightly and silently.

Yang Zhe gently tugged the strip of cloth to make the needle of the sewing machine beat along the straight line drawn. An even, straight thread is sewn out.

Silver Hitomi immediately understood. She helped Yang Zhe overlap the pieces of cloth, draw the lines, and hand them to Yang Zhe one by one.

Don't think she's hard to draw a line when she's standing. I saw her left arm stretched forward, the arm was faintly lit and frivolous, and the cloth seemed to be glued to her arm, motionless. She held the powder in her right hand and drew it gently, and a straight line was drawn.

When sewing is moving, the speed is swishing fast. In a few minutes, Yang Zhe sewed out a one-foot-square piece of cloth.

The little girls all noticed Yang Zhe's movements, and they were all stunned.

Yang Zhe said: "See what I do? You can do it quickly! I can't do more than a dozen people by myself, at most I can help you sew some pieces of cloth out." ”

Yue Chun came over, sat down beside Yang Zhe, and gave Yang Zhe a cute pleading look. "Brother Yang Zhe, help me sew a little. ”

Yang Zhe gave her a blank look. This "brother" is really not easy to answer. However, in order to ensure that these little ones did not expose him, he had to say, "I will help you when I finish my work with Silver Pupils." Do it yourselves!" He was afraid that the girls would stop and point to him for help.

Yue Chun smiled happily, and the tense hearts of the other girls were also relieved a lot. They can actually complete most of it themselves, as long as Yang Zhe can help them stitch and stitch, they are almost the same.

Yue Chun regained control of the Xuanling Needle with his spiritual power and sewed it. Her confidence in passing the exam has returned, and she is not panicked and her hands are not messy. The sewing speed is much faster than before.

The same goes for the other girls.

Yang Zhe's sewing machine is like a reassuring pill, and the girls in the third class have stable hands.

After Yue Chun's Xuanling needle got out of control again, his eyes stared at the sewing machine brightly, and he said, "Brother Yang Zhe, why do you want to draw a line? Just sew the cloth together, and you don't need to draw a line." ”

Yang Zhe said: "If you don't draw a line, I can't sew straight." If the sewing is not straight, it will be wrinkled and ugly. ”

Yue Chun looked at the piece of cloth he sewed, arched in the east and concave in the west, it was indeed ugly. She looked at Yang Zhe pitifully, "Brother Yang Zhe—"

Yang Zhe looked at the sewn cloth and said, "You wait another half hour." Half an hour later......"

Silver pupils interrupted Yang Zhe. "Conrogue is here. ”

Everyone was silenced.

Silver Pupil took out a needle, took two pieces of white cloth, and pretended to sew it. She used needles but not spiritual power, and her posture and movements were exactly the same as the hand-sewing that Yang Zhe had seen in her previous life. The sewing of people in this world is not all magical.

Yang Zhe covered the sewing machine with rags. He lay on the sewn cloth, measured the lines with a ruler, and began to cut.

Conroe came in and went out again.

Yang Zhe cut the cloth well. The sewing was maneuvering, and after five or six minutes, Yang Zhe handed a white skirt to Yintong. "Alright. Your dress is ready!"

Yintong picked up the skirt, weighed it on her body, put it down again, and continued to help Yang Zhe pick the cloth, draw the line, and wrap the thread around the core......

Twenty minutes later, Yang Zhe's own work was also sewn out.

The rest of the time, he drove with all his might, helping the girls sew pieces of cloth.

These little girls are also very united. Once I had enough cloth to make a set of clothes, I began to make clothes.