Everyday heroes

Chapter 139 Handmade Doll (Modify)
On the tree-lined road in front of Tiannan Middle School, there are two rows of verdant banyan trees.

The crown of the banyan tree is in the shape of a green and fuzzy umbrella, and there are small yellow-green banyan fruits on the tree.

Wu Yazhen pushed her low light blue bicycle while chatting with Shu Xiangjun.

Guan Lang followed them more than ten meters away. Seeing that the two were chatting happily, he decided not to bother them first, and he would go up to say hello after the two of them finished talking.

It's also interesting to say that they happened to be talking about Guan Lang at this time.

"That's great. It would be great if I could also be admitted to Tiannan University, but unfortunately my grades are too bad." Mr. Shu Xiang said dejected words, but his expression did not have too much depression, but there was a slight hint of depression in his words. A little regretful.

"There is still more than a year left. If you work hard from now on, you may still be admitted to Tiannan University. Even if you don't pass the exam, you can still pass the heavy exam. You can come and ask me more often." Wu Yazhen looked up. Looking at the emerald green banyan branches above his head, he spoke faintly.

"No, I'm not a student. I've realized this since elementary school. I'm different from talented people like you." Shu Xiangjun stuck out his tongue slightly.

"Don't say it as if you have tried your best." Wu Yazhen complained methodically.

This person hasn't studied seriously at all, so why is he so confident in blaming his talent for his grades.

And if you want to get a good grade in high school, you haven't reached the point where you need to fight for talent, right?

"I'm sorry. But I'm really not interested in studying, alas." Shu Xiangjun sighed softly.

Fingers fiddled with the bicycle bell switch, and there was a burst of jingle bells, accompanied by wisps of warm wind at dusk.

The two people pushing the bicycle fell into wordless silence.

Wu Yazhen stared at the red sun that was setting in the west.Since there are people like her who like to study, there are naturally people who hate studying.

Although she didn't understand it very well, she could understand this distressed mood.

"Oh, by the way, the handmade doll I told you about before was finished last night. It was inconvenient to take it out in class before, but now I can give it to you." Shu Xiangjun suddenly broke the silence and said excitedly,

She stopped and rummaged through the schoolbag in the bicycle basket for a while, before grabbing out a cute handmade doll about twenty centimeters in size.

This is a knitted doll of a little boy in Q version. It looks a little dull, but it is very cute.

"Wow, you really did it yourself, Mr. Xiang, your hands are so skillful!" Wu Yazhen grabbed the two short hands of the doll and fiddled with them for a while.

Looking at her, she felt something was wrong, because the T-shirt this little boy was wearing looked very familiar, and there was an ugly and cute little yellow duck in the middle of the white shirt.

If she remembered correctly, her cousin had the exact same T-shirt, and it was the one he was wearing when he picked her up from school during the rainstorm.

Wu Yazhen touched the doll's head, hesitated and asked, "Is this doll you made my cousin?"

"It's amazing that you can recognize it!" Shu Xiangjun turned to stare at his little sister in surprise.

Even without prompting, this kind of Q version of the doll can be recognized, which means that she still looks pretty good.

Wu Yazhen was silent for a while, wondering what expression her cousin would show after knowing that she had been made into a doll.

"Isn't it cute, huh?" Shu Xiangjun pressed Wu Yazhen's cheek and asked with blinking eyes.

"." Wu Yazhen stared at the little doll in her hand. "Indeed. Very cute."

"Hehehe." Shu Xiangjun played with the little doll with one hand, and let out a strange smirk.

"I've put a lot of thought into this doll." Shu Xiangjun held Wu Yazhen's wrist. She made this doll very meticulously. She didn't finish her homework for several nights in a row.

Wu Yazhen took the doll, and found that the stitches of this little doll were exquisite, and the workmanship was very sophisticated, which was more handicraft than the factory-made dolls bought outside.

"It's so cute when it's made into a puppet!" Shu Xiangjun pinched the fluffy puppet, a little blush appeared on his face.

Seeing her nympho look, Wu Yazhen shook her head.

"Do you like it? Although I can't give you this one, I can make another one for you." The little sister said in a bewitching tone.

"No!" Wu Yazhen shook her head resolutely, it would be embarrassing if her cousin saw her at home.

"Are you worried that your cousin will find out? If you don't take it home from school, your brother will definitely not know about it?" Shu Xiangjun was like a bug in her stomach, and immediately guessed her worry.

"Uh..." Wu Yazhen glanced at the doll in Shu Xiangjun's hand, fell into deep thought, and then whispered after a long time: "If it's not troublesome, please."

The quality of handmade dolls made by Shu Xiangjun is indeed very good, and the texture of knitting is much higher than those cheap dolls outside.

Moreover, she herself is good at character design, so the dolls she made have a cuteness, and there should be very few girls who can resist such cute gadgets that are so cute.

"Then do you want to?" Shu Xiangjun asked with a smile, but before he could ask, Wu Yazhen immediately interrupted him.

"No need, just do as you do."

"Okay." Shu Xiangjun's tone was a little disappointed.

Guan Lang, who was following the two of them, pinched his chin suspiciously and fell into deep thought.

He hadn't expected to hear such a strange conversation.

Why did they talk about him, and that girl turned him into such a cute doll, which really goes against his tough and tough masculinity!

How could a man of eight feet tall be made into such a cute doll? The chi here is an ancient unit of measurement, eight feet is about 1.8 meters high, and it is nearly two meters seven in modern times.

The unit of weight and measure generally becomes larger and longer as the dynasties go on. There is a saying that this is a measure of the ancient ruling class to increase taxes in order to leave no trace. It is also a foot of cloth, but the amount is twice the original , Of course, this is definitely not the effect of a single factor, but also caused by productivity and economic development.

It wasn't until the two little sisters parted ways at the fork in the road that Guan Lang quickened his pace to catch up with his little cousin, and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Wu Yazhen looked back and found that it was Guan Lang, she was so frightened that she froze.

"Cousin. Cousin?"

It's all because a little sister surnamed Shu talked to her about puppets just now, which made her feel a little guilty and timid now.

"Why are you here?" Wu Yazhen swallowed, and asked weakly.

"Oh. I came here to look at the yard just now, and I just came out of that intersection." Guan Lang pointed to an alley beside him.

Of course he wouldn't say that he had listened to everything the two had said about him.

(End of this chapter)