The stall owner's little sister nodded affirmatively: "Yes! ”

As she spoke, she took out a packet of bowl cakes from the box and handed it to Ah Qiang, "Here you go, Brother Ah Qiang!" ”

Ah Qiang stretched out his hand to take it, and when he started it, he knew that there were at least a dozen pieces of bowl cakes in this package, and he couldn't help asking, "It's so late, what if I don't come?" ”

The stall owner's little sister smiled and said naturally: "Then take it home and eat it yourself!" ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and blinked: "Thank you, patronize two dollars!" ”

Ah Qiang smiled dumbly, this little girl is his own brother who settles accounts, and he simply took out two pieces for her.

……

Song Huanxi took a pen and found that his own dim sum stall seemed to be a bit long-

Moreover, she seems to have written the second child too well!

Forget it, Mr. Wu Jiuhuan said that changing the text is a big taboo, just like doing surgery on someone, cutting off an arm, and then reconnecting it, can you ensure that the length of the new arm is the same?

If you have to modify it, just wait for a while, and when the lesion has been formed, if the problem is too big, then cut it off!

Song Huanxi thought so, and finally worked hard to squeeze toothpaste, and wrote these many words, and it was as painful as cutting meat to delete them.

So, she went on writing:

Cuong took snacks and hurried to the night school, buying a piece of baked cake on the way to satisfy his hunger.

Yesterday, he went late, and the registration was delayed for some time, only to catch the last class.

In fact, the evening school has three classes a day, math, Bahasa Malaysia, and English, which is exactly three classes a day.

When he arrived, the class had not yet started, and it was still those classmates, and the attitude was completely different from yesterday.

One by one, they turned a blind eye to him, and when he was like air, Cuong was also happy.

He Jiaoxi walked into the classroom on time, she was dressed differently today, with a striped shirt on her upper body, a pair of trousers underneath, her hair tied up, but she used a colorful hairband, the tail of the hairband was dragged on her shoulders, and the whole person was free and beautiful.

She glanced at Cuong in the back row, nodded to him, and then started the lesson.

The first lesson is mathematics, and after learning the four most basic operations of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, we will start to explain the unary equation.

Ah Qiang worked hard to cheer up, still learning in the clouds, he is not a person who does not know how to count, every day to do small business, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, he only needs a moment of mental arithmetic, never count the wrong price.

But what is this x, isn't this just an English letter?

Why do you still have a part-time job in math?

It seems that the alphabets are not having a good time either, hey.

Wouldn't it be enough to use numbers to add, subtract, multiply, and divide the result?

Why do you have to make an X out?

Dim, Cuong finally made it to the end of the first class.

The second section of the Chinese language is much more interesting.

……

Song Huanxi stopped writing, well, Mandarin, it's just reading, reading and reading newspapers, there is no difference, if she turns her serialization into the teaching content of Chinese and Chinese classes-

Cuong carries an old blue cloth bag on his back all year round, shuttling ......

How would the protagonist react when he reads the protagonist's own story and suddenly discovers that he has become the person in the story?

It's fun to think about!

In the end, Song Huanxi still dispelled this idea, according to this way of writing, I am afraid that it will not be love, but suspense.

However, she still wrote down the idea, and if it doesn't work this time, it doesn't mean that it won't work in the future.

I said that if you have any inspiration, you must write it down quickly, there are not many of them, and they are like ginseng in Changbai Mountain, if you don't tie the red rope in time, you will run away with long legs in a blink of an eye!

Song Huanxi rolled her eyes, but she can't write her own, she can write someone else's!

Well, it's time for a wave of reciprocation!

Song Huanxi wrote without hesitation:

He Jiaoxi took out a copy of Ming Pao, flipped to the supplement, shook the newspaper in his hand, and said with a smile: "Today we continue to read this "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword"! ”

……

When Song Huanxi was reading the newspaper in the wanton shop, "The Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword" was also required to have a very high repetition rate, and she was so impressed by many passages that she did not hesitate to choose the description that she thought was the most attractive:

The hands of beautiful people are mostly beautiful.

……

The hands that were now unfolding in front of him were perfect and flawless, like a piece of finely carved mutton fat jade.

He Jiaoxi read this passage while brushing down this passage on the blackboard.

After she had finished writing, she used her whip to go through word by word, reading each word slowly.

After reading, she raised her head and looked at the students below: "Is there a word in this paragraph that you don't recognize?" ”

Except for Ah Qiang, these students have been studying for a period of time, and they have already known relatively simple words, and they immediately said that they are not very familiar with the two new words defects and carving.

He Jiaoxi erased all the words and wrote them again, magnifying them three times, so that the students sitting in the last row could also see them clearly.

She then talked about the meaning of these two words, "The meaning of lack is less, and the meaning of trapping is also missing a piece, so these two words together are less things, if that person is missing something, isn't there something wrong?" ”

Cuong tried hard to remember, but the meaning of the words was easy to understand, but the glyphs were much more difficult to remember.

The words he wrote in the notebook were the same as the strokes He Jiaoxi wrote on the blackboard, but the words he wrote were awkward.

If He Jiaoxi's character is a normal person with sound limbs, his character is more like a disabled person whose limbs and body are separated.

Cuong sighed and simply focused on the story itself.

Soon, he was hooked.

After Guowen finished class, Ah Qiang was still immersed in the story, and even when the classmates around him started to discuss, he subconsciously interjected.

"Lin Xian'er, the number one beauty in the rivers and lakes, is beautiful, why is she so vicious?"

"Alas, probably this is a beauty with flaws!"

Ah Qiang couldn't help but say: "What's this, you look so beautiful, if she asks you to do something, let you kiss it, you will definitely be willing!" ”

Several students were stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud: "You soil bun who has never seen a beauty!" ”

"Are you willing to do whatever you want? And what about making you die? ”

Ah Qiang raised his head and argued: "If a beauty like Teacher He tells me to die, then I will die, so what's the matter?" ”

He immediately added: "Teacher He is so kind, he won't tell me to die!" ”

He thought for a moment and said out loud in English: "She is so beautiful, clever and kind." ”

A group of scumbags looked at each other, what are you talking about?

At the same time, He Jiaoxi held the teaching materials and stood at the door of the classroom.

Who will tell him to die!

He also said that people are kind!

-7, seven chapters are owed, and the number that appears represents the end of today's update, and the statistics are in arrears.

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