The entrance test of Shilan Middle School is not difficult, the amount of questions is only half of the normal test paper, after Fingal's exclusive tutoring, Lu Mingfei, who has almost finished the second year of junior high school mathematics English, completed the Chinese paper in ten minutes, and because he didn't know if he could hand in the paper in advance, he could only bored to scribble on the scratch paper.

Two villains with "handsome" and "chic" written on their faces are beating up a hippie smiling adult, and the intention of seeking power and usurping the throne is obvious, and Lu Feng has to shout big brother when he sees it.

People call their father-in-law first and then turn their faces, this kid is much more ruthless than him.

Finally, an hour of exam time passed, Lu Mingfei had already lascivious the two children's whip Xia Tu, and the head teacher on the podium finally announced that the paper had been closed.

Lu Mingfei sat in the penultimate row, didn't need him to retract, got up and walked towards the door.

When he went to inform Lao Xia Tou of his free activities just now, the adult who was sassy was posing, apparently wanting people to feel the charm of his dragon blood pigeon essence, but unfortunately there were too few audiences and hurriedly said the last word and went back, and no one paid attention to him at all.

At that time, Lao Xia Tou also said that this was the moment when someone was pretending to be on his way, and he was not good at stealing the limelight of his children as a parent.

In the afternoon, there were math and English exams, and they had to stay at Shilan Middle School for a day today, but fortunately, the school had pre-charged 200 yuan in the meal card in advance, so they didn't have to worry about payment.

At this time, there were only a few parents waiting outside the door, apparently preparing to take their children to a big meal, and Uncle Xia and Senior Brother were whispering at the door, and when they saw him come out, they invariably stopped talking.

Wrong!

Lu Mingfei's eyes narrowed, and his suspicious eyes went back and forth between the two: "You two are talking bad about me?" ”

"How is it possible, we are just guessing your final score." Xia Di smiled and grabbed Lu Mingfei's shoulder, saw Chen Wenwen's mother and daughter not far away, nodded and led the two little boys away.

The two fat men sitting in the classroom were discussing with their friends what to order later, and they heard that there was a restaurant on the third floor of the canteen of Shilan Middle School, as well as a private room, and they were going to see it.

Zhao Menghua said that the whole consumption was paid by his Zhao Gongzi, and there was no need to choose the signature dish at that time.

So a few people shouted that Brother Zhao was domineering, and went to the canteen with the little beautiful boy in the suit with a sassy bag, and there were constant sycophants along the way.

Chen Wenwen's mother and daughter are both literary and artistic young women, and they couldn't see the smell of copper, so they decided to go outside to find a restaurant to make a living.

Originally, Chen's mother was going to invite Xia Di and them to come together, but the other party left too fast to say.

……

Chu Zihang has been in Shilan Middle School for a year, and he is familiar with the canteen, so he directly recommends coming to the restaurant on the third floor to eat.

He wanted to open a private room, but was stopped by Master Xia, saying that he hadn't been back to school for too long and wanted to feel the boiling youth in the hall.

Lu Mingfei suspected that Lao Xia Tou just wanted to see the young and beautiful female student secretly send him Qiubo, or see how the senior brother ate peacefully in front of everyone, but he was afraid of being beaten when he said it, so he could only mutter in his heart.

The three of them sat by the window and ordered a few dishes at random, Xia Di looked at the two brothers sitting opposite, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

After a month of training, the physical fitness of the two has increased a lot, and at this time they are sitting together like twins, with similar height, weight, appearance, and dress, that is, they are handsome, and they have their own merits, otherwise Astra should not sleep well in the middle of the night to swear an oath of brotherhood.

He took out two palm-sized blue cover notebooks from his pocket and handed them to Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, Xia Di said with a smile: "I promised you before, if the summer vacation special training can satisfy me, I will teach you my exclusive secret method, the four-dimensional pocket technique, and now it's time to fulfill my promise." ”

"It's not good in public." Lu Mingfei said that he was worried, but his body took the small book very honestly, and it was really a little exciting to learn other people's unique secret methods in public.

Well, no, isn't the four-dimensional pocket an exclusive prop for the robot cat family, when did it become Master Xia's?

Could it be that he robbed it?

It's broken, it's even more exciting.

Lu Mingfei couldn't wait to open the "Four-Dimensional Pocket Technique", wanting to pretend to be forced in front of the little fat man after he finished learning, making him drool with envy, but to his surprise, there was not a word in this secret book, and it was as bare as the wordless heavenly book that Tang Sanzang retrieved from the Western Heavens.

Lu Mingfei looked sideways at the book in his brother's hand, which was also blank, and suddenly said dissatisfied: "Uncle, what's the matter with you, if you come to the Buddha to test the two of us?"

Hurry up and change to a serious one, I'll tell you if you don't have a word! ”

Chu Zihang was not in a hurry, he estimated that this should be Master Xia's secrecy measure, and soaking the iodine bubble in water might make the handwriting visible.

It's just that before he could experiment and find out the truth, Master Xia had already told them the answer: "Just put the notebook in your trouser pocket." ”

This thing is actually similar to the skill scroll in the game, which can be learned with a light pinch, and now many adolescent boys and girls are looking at this side, and he is too lazy to confuse the public, so he simply lets them use physical masking.

Lu Mingfei heard this, obediently stuffed the small book into the right trouser pocket, and when the palm of his hand disappeared from sight along with the book, Lu Mingfei felt that his hand was empty, and the small book disappeared!

"Well, where's my book?" Xiao Lu reached out and grabbed it in confusion, but failed to catch anything.

And Chu Zihang, who also had nothing in his hands, found that the shallow pockets seemed to be infinitely widened, and he couldn't even touch his thighs and fabrics, and his flexible brain sorted everything out in the blink of an eye, and was about to solve his doubts, when he saw Master Xia pick up the teapot and pour himself a cup of jasmine tea, and said in a sighing tone:

"Ben is gone, Peter."

Lu Mingfei: ()シ???

Chu Zihang:_

Somehow, both teenagers felt connotated.

Uncle Xia, who was too lazy to pay attention to the nonsense, took the cup on the transparent glass table and put it in his pocket, the bone china teacup was the size of a fist, and he couldn't see anything unusual from the outside when he put it in his pocket, and he didn't even have wrinkles when he stroked it with his hand.

"It's amazing." When Lu Mingfei was a child, he dreamed of having Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, which could take out all kinds of props from it, and often fantasized about how nice it would be if he had an arbitrary door, so that he wouldn't have to squeeze the bus to and from school every day, and he could also let his parents go home from work every day to eat with him.

Although Uncle Xia's version of the four-dimensional pocket function is not as many magical props as the original, Xiao Lu, who barely realized his childhood wish, still had fun, stuffing the cups, chopsticks, toothpicks, and tissues on the table into his pocket, as if he wanted to test how big the four-dimensional pocket capacity was.

However, just as he was about to borrow his brother's bowl as well, he found that the customers around him were all facing this side and fell silent, staring at him with complicated eyes, their faces half pity and half disbelief.

And Zhao Menghua and the others, who were sitting not far away, also looked at this side dumbfounded, as if to say how someone could do such a stupid thing.

"Hey, Lu Mingfei, I know that your family has no money, but you won't steal other people's tableware, right?" Xu Yanyan couldn't help but scold, looking ashamed to be with him, but in order to maintain the honor of the class, he still had to stand up and stop it.

Xu Miaomiao also echoed: "That's right, these tableware are not valuable, you might as well go to someone's kitchen to steal kitchen knives, at least they can be sold as scrap metal." ”

As soon as the two little fat men sang and harmonized, they wanted to put a big hat on Lu Mingfei for stealing, and A, B, and C next to him also looked disdainful and disdainful, and told Zhao Menghua that they knew people and faces, but they didn't know their hearts, and some people were still so ugly in their hearts even if they were glamorous.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly when he heard this, and was about to get up to explain to his junior brother, but was stopped by Master Xia with his eyes.

Seeing this, the iceberg boy sat down again, wanting to see how his junior brother would get rid of the suspicion of stealing.

And Lu Mingfei was deducted such a big hat that was enough to ruin his reputation, but there was no panic, shame and impatience on his face, he looked at the Xu family who was anxious and white-faced and tried to make him turn back into a decrepit boy with a foolish look:

"Did you two eat too much junk food, and excessive cholesterol led to cardiovascular and cerebrovascular sclerosis, and insufficient blood supply to the brain, so that fat successfully occupied the high ground of IQ?"

The boy stood up and patted his flat trouser pocket: "Tell me, which of your eyes saw me taking someone's things?" ”

He sat by the window, and he didn't have a backpack on his body, the chair was a single seat that couldn't hide things, and the action of loading things in his pocket just now was tightly blocked by Chu Zihang's figure, and people only saw him take things under the table, but they didn't know what he was doing at all.

Thank you for the reward of the book friend [Le Zhuoshuo], the boss is atmospheric!

(End of chapter)