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He Ling expressed shock at Qiao Ji taking out a plate of steamed buns from his schoolbag.

If you want to speak, you stop, you want to speak, after a little thought, you choose to give up.

But it looks pretty clean and smells good.

A sip?

"You eat, I'll help you watch the teacher."

Qiao Ji's words undoubtedly made He Ling make a final decision, she leaned up and glanced at the podium like a meerkat doggy.

Well, the old class sits on the podium, dozing off with one hand, and can move.

She picked up a small steamed bun, put it in her mouth, and when she bit into it, the sweet mixture of the bean paste was released in the heat.

"It's delicious, I like to eat bean paste." She said vaguely.

This Qiao Ji remembers that he said it when he was chatting before.

One, two, three, He Ling ate very quickly, and he was indeed hungry.

But it's delicious, it's just a little dry and choking.

She patted her chest, trying to get on quickly.

But just then, a bowl appeared in front of her, and inside was a bowl of hot porridge made of white rice and golden finely chopped corn kernels.

Qiao Ji felt that teenagers couldn't skip breakfast, especially He Ling still delayed time in order to keep his promise to bring books to himself.

So, he provided breakfast and he is not short of food now.

He Ling looked at the bowl of polenta that Qiao Ji took out, then looked at his face, and then looked at Qiao Ji's schoolbag.

"Ahem, ahem—"

He Ling choked.

Forget the steamed buns, how did you bring in a bowl of hot porridge in your schoolbag?

It's still in a porcelain bowl.

I don't understand it at all!

She looked at Qiao Ji in surprise, but Qiao Ji said, "Don't worry about it, eat quickly, the head teacher will leave in a while." ”

"Hmm." She nodded dumbfounded.

Qiao Ji was right.

He Ling set up the textbook, used it as a shelter, and then ate it like a hamster.

Qiao Ji asked her to leave it alone, then she didn't care, even if Qiao Ji took out a hot pot from her schoolbag in the future, she wouldn't ask!

Hiss - he can't really have a hot pot in his bag, right?

He Ling was very skeptical.

If they cook hot pot in the back row of the classroom, the head teacher is not mad?

He likes to lose his temper.

The thick and smooth hot porridge and small steamed buns filled with bean paste filled the stomach with sourness, and the satisfaction of satiety and mood were blended together.

He Ling couldn't help but stare at Qiao Ji again.

Qiao Ji was helping her to keep watch, her back was straight, her eyes were paying attention to the direction of the podium, and she looked reliable.

But Qiao Ji felt that someone was staring at him, not He Ling, and that kind of gaze seemed to be substantial.

He quickly locked on the object of suspicion, and with a slight sweep, he found Zhang Chenyu by the back door staring at him without blinking.

This male classmate doesn't seem to have much in common with me, right?

Zhang Chenyu was promoted from the junior high school of this school, and like He Ling, this news was known by Qiao Ji from other classmates, and Qiao Ji's junior high school was from another school.

But he and Zhang Chenyu didn't talk to each other, but yesterday he borrowed the copy of "Detective with the Magic Eye" that Qiao Ji finished reading from He Ling.

He wants to communicate the plot with himself?

Then you just come directly, is it shy?

Hey, why are boys so thin-skinned now.

Qiao Ji became inexplicably irritable in his heart, and the light in his vision dimmed a few degrees, as if there was an inexplicable fog shrouded in it.

Suddenly, he finds that the whole world is far away from him, and time slows down indefinitely.

He suddenly entered his memory space.

But why? I don't have the ability to activate, huh?

Joe was puzzled.

At this time, in his memory space, countless memory fragments were like dust rings outside the stars, surrounding a large white ball of light.

This was something that had never been done before, there were only memory fragments in his memory space before, but there were no white balls of light.

The white ball of light was conspicuous and occupied the C position, but there was another thing that also caught Qiao Ji's attention.

It was wisps of colorful, dreamlike mist, stretching out of the boundless darkness, slowly wriggling, about to touch the fragments of his memories.

Qiao Ji subconsciously felt disgusted by this colored mist.

"Get me out!"

The memory space, or the spiritual space, Qiao Ji can dominate here.

For example, it is okay to turn his memory fragments into memory books, but it is also possible to turn them into memory scrolls, memory tablets, memory phones, memory computers, memory tablets, etc., and he decides everything here.

And now, a white ball of light and colored mist suddenly appeared here, the white ball of light gave Qiao Ji a feeling of almost non-existence, but the colored mist made him feel uncomfortable and subconsciously repulsed.

The inexplicable force turned into a violent wind, whipping the colored mist into the darkness.

And the white ball of light reacted.

【Ding! Super Cosplay System is at your service, do you want to uninstall the system? 】

Ah no, no, no, I didn't say you, I'll let it go.

Looking at the dialog box poking out on the white ball of light, Qiao Ji knew that it was actually a system.

Is the system a big white ball of light?

It seems reasonable.

Since it is a system, Qiao Ji doesn't doubt anything, after all, his props are all given by the system.

He exited the space, but as soon as he exited, he felt his stomach rebel and hunger coming from all over his body.

In the past, Qiao Ji's ability to activate was because he stayed for a relatively long time before he was hungry, and the degree of hunger was directly proportional to the length of stay.

But this time, he only stayed for a short time, how could he have such a strong hunger pang?

This is not normal.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the multicolored mist before?

Qiao Ji immediately looked at Zhang Chenyu, but the other party was reading with his head down at the moment?

Isn't he?

So, is it because of the system?

'System, do I see your body consuming more energy?' ’

【Ding! The system only accepts soul top-ups. 】

Some of the system's answers were not what was asked.

Qiao Ji was about to rephrase it, but a grumbling begging from his stomach interrupted him.

Hungry, hungry, rice.

He Ling looked up in astonishment.

Qiao Ji, did he leave his breakfast for me? She thought subconsciously.

After all, people who have eaten breakfast don't get hungry again before they have time for a class, right? So, there is only one truth -

Qiao Ji is a good person.

He gave me breakfast, but he didn't have anything to eat.

Looking at the four small steamed buns with bean paste stuffing that were still left on the plate, He Ling was a little apologetic and ashamed.

"Well, you can eat it."

"No, you don't." Qiao Ji refused.

There's a lot of it in my training ground.

"No way!" He Ling was uncharacteristically tough, "You are already anemic, how can you skip breakfast." And, and I can't eat so much either. ”

She picked up a small steamed bun and brought it to Qiao Ji's mouth, "Eat quickly." ”

She still remembered that she was anemic, and Qiao Ji's heart warmed, but it wasn't really anemic.

……

Zhang Chenyu felt as if his head had been punched, and his brain was a little buzzing.

He was peeking at He Ling before, and Qiao Ji, who was sitting straight, was particularly eye-catching, but for some reason, a cloud of mist also appeared above Qiao Ji's head, which attracted him.

It was as if he had flown over and turned into a light smoke, but it was as if someone had punched him back.

He kept his hair down, and he didn't slow down for a while.

What's wrong with me?

Zhang Chenyu was also puzzled, was it an out-of-body soul just now? Did I awaken some ability?

Awakening abilities are usually caused by emotional upheavals, but some studies say that the probability of awakening during adolescence is a little higher.

Am I also one of the best in a thousand powers?

He thought so, and then habitually turned his head to look at He Ling.

Then he saw He Ling feeding Qiao Ji with food, and the two were very close.

At that moment, it was as if something had broken.