Volume 1: The Bridge Man Chapter 10 He Ling: I don’t understand
Scan and then import into the library.
This set of operations took no more than two seconds, then he brought out the bowl of noodles, closed the portal, and started to eat his breakfast.
Whenever you see food in the future, you can make a copy. Breakfast is already there, and lunch and dinner must also be arranged.
Of course, the school cafeteria is an exception.
After all, their cooking skills are really hard to describe. Even someone like Qiao Ji, who is never picky about food, feels that they are really wasting food.
Why can people cook such terrible food?
Are you really a chef?
Thinking of this, Qiao Ji felt that they might not really be.
The possibility that there is something fishy in this school cafeteria is as high as the probability that it will rain one day next year. Who knows where it was forced in from.
Forget it, I don’t want to think about that. I won’t go to the cafeteria at noon today.
The cooking skills of the noodle shop owner are average, but the flavor is quite good and he is willing to use more seasonings than those who run restaurants.
After Qiao Ji finished his noodles, he quietly took out a meat bun and a tea egg, then filled his stomach. He went to the subway station and took Line 4 to go to school again.
There were dogs working at the subway station today. They also got up very early and their work was really hard.
For some reason, the inspections seemed to be more strict in recent days. He remembered that there were no dogs checking in the first few days after he came here, but there were only these few days.
He took a shower after training, so the smell of ammunition shouldn't be detected, right?
Luckily, he got through without any problems, and the large black-haired dog in uniform didn't bark at him.
When he arrived at school, Qiao Ji sat down and began to recite.
There are always a lot of texts to memorize in Chinese. Of course, it is better to memorize what you can. He will not use his super memory for such things.
Moreover, he came early today and was not late. Why not recite the book? Students should behave like students.
After a while, the class bell rang.
It is now morning reading time. The head teacher has already arrived in the classroom and is sitting on the podium.
He is a very strict old man. He was the one who made Qiao Ji stand in the corner as punishment for being late yesterday.
Qiao Ji glanced at the empty seat next to him and felt a little worried. After all, the classmates all thought that the head teacher was cruel and would make them stand in the corner for no reason, without considering their face at all.
Fortunately, a figure walked into the classroom as the bell rang, sat down next to Qiao Ji, and shook his loose hair.
The hair seemed to have just been washed and was still moist, with the scent of shampoo being very noticeable.
He Ling put her bag away, glanced at the head teacher on the podium, then took out a novel with a black cover from her bag and placed it in front of Qiao Ji.
"I brought it to you."
He Ling's face was flushed, her chest heaving, and she was gasping for breath. Considering that she was almost late, she must have run all the way here.
This is a new volume of "The Detective with the Magic Eyes", which is a continuation from the last time.
Qiao Ji put away the novel. It seemed that he had something to do today.
He Ling held up her textbook and listlessly recited the text along with her classmates, her mouth motionless.
"I'm so hungry."
He Ling suddenly said.
Qiao Ji looked over when he heard the voice and saw her holding her textbook upright to block the view in front of her, lying on the table, looking weak.
It is late September and still the tail end of summer. He Ling is not wearing a school uniform today, but a short-sleeved shirt. Her hair is hanging down and you can see a mark left by the vaccination on her left arm.
“Yes.”
Qiao Ji took out a candy, it was lychee flavored. He Ling also chose lychee flavor last time, and Qiao Ji thought she liked it.
But after He Ling took it, she just held it in her hand without peeling off the candy wrapper.
"I was almost late today," she said.
Qiao Ji guessed that she might have been delayed in washing her hair. After all, it is not as convenient for girls to wash their hair as boys.
His refreshing short hair is very easy to wash.
"I had already walked to the breakfast shop, but then I remembered I didn't get the book for you, so I ran back." He Ling secretly glanced at Qiao Ji while saying this.
It’s all because I tossed and turned last night and finally fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning I was groggy.
She couldn't sleep and wanted to ask Qiao Ji again, but she didn't have the courage.
After all, Qiao Ji himself doesn’t even celebrate his birthday, so what right does she have to speak?
Just say 'Come out, I'll celebrate your birthday with you'?
No, no, I absolutely cannot say such words.
I woke up in the morning feeling groggy and my hair felt messy and greasy, so I washed it in a hurry. When I got to the breakfast shop, I remembered the book that Qiao Ji wanted, so I went back to get it.
My birthday hasn't even arrived yet, I can't possibly forget something as simple as wanting to read a novel, right?
This is what He Ling thought.
The result was that she rushed and finally did not arrive late, but she also did not have breakfast.
High school is different from elementary school. Students arrive at school earlier, and parents at home go to work on time, so they will not eat breakfast with her when she goes to school.
She should have bought some food on the way and brought it to school, but she forgot.
He Ling lay on the desk, her back slumped, revealing an amazing curve.
On the other side of the classroom, Zhang Chenyu, who was standing in the last row guarding the back door, stared blankly at this side, his Adam's apple moving dryly.
The beautiful young girl was well developed, with a fairly large chest. When he looked through her sleeves, he could even see a hint of white, which made the boy's heart beat faster.
Zhang Chenyu didn’t know why his eyesight suddenly became so good, but at this time he had forgotten everything else, and his soul seemed to be about to fly out.
A cloud of smoke also appeared above He Ling's head. It seemed like a land of gentleness. If only she could get there, if only she could get there...
"Just forget it next time."
Qiao Ji thought the girl was a nice person.
He Ling, who was so hungry that she had a stomachache, suddenly felt drowsy, but she became more awake after hearing Qiao Ji's words.
"Actually, I felt it wasn't that far away and I could make it in time, but who knew it would take so long to go back and forth."
As He Ling spoke, she gathered her hair into a strand, then used the hair band on her wrist to tie it into a ponytail, and shook it to make sure it was secure.
Um!
Zhang Chenyu suddenly woke up and tilted his head back.
He rubbed his forehead, which felt like someone had hit him on the head and was aching slightly.
What happened to me just now?
He himself didn't understand it, but he did feel as light as smoke and about to fly away.
"Eat something."
Qiao Ji still reached into his schoolbag, secretly equipped a frying pan, then opened a portal , and took out a plate of steamed buns.
White porcelain, snow-white steamed buns, still hot!
"Hmm? What is this?"
He Ling felt very strange. Why could you take out a plate of steamed buns from your schoolbag? This was too weird.
Well, even if you bring food to school, it should be put in a plastic bag, otherwise how would you put it in your schoolbag.
But why is the steamed bun on a plate? Is it sure that it won't get messed up when placed in a school bag?
He Ling didn't understand.
