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"Correct."

In the office early on Saturday morning, Mr. Chen on duty stroked his short brown hair, sat down on a chair, folded his hands on the long black silk skirt on the lap, and looked at Lin Xiaoxian in front of him strangely.

This time, one of the leading teachers from No. [-] Middle School has gone back, and the rest of her is a resident. Apart from writing work records and weekly summaries, she is almost sitting in the office, playing mahjong and playing mobile phones. A lot of subsidies.

"Ms. Chen, I have a younger sister in my family, so if possible, I would like to spend the weekend going back to visit her and cook something delicious for her. The senior high school entrance exam is about to take place, so let her eat flies outside for a month Restaurant, I'm worried..."

Lin Xiaoxian's tone was quite embarrassing, Teacher Chen pondered for a while, and opened a novice field on Doudizhu:

"Lin Xiaoxian, you asked for leave just to go home and take care of your sister?"

"Yes." Lin Xiaoxian nodded, "and my aunt."

"Your aunt?"

"Well, she...has a special situation and needs someone to take care of her."

"This...how should I put it, although I can understand your feelings..."

Teacher Chen stared at the monitor, threw out a three belt two, turned his head and smiled at Lin Xiaoxian:

"...But Lin Xiaoxian, you should be clear about the system of the Seventh Middle School, right?"

"What system?"

"The boarding system is completely closed!"

"..."

Lin Xiaoxian's heart sank. In fact, he had the attitude of giving it a try today, because bringing three girls to the No. [-] Middle School has already opened the school's back door. It is really too easy to be rejected if he makes a request now.

Sure enough, Mr. Chen said that the No. [-] Middle School had already said on various occasions that it would not engage in special activities, and that exchange students should strictly implement the No. [-] Middle School's management. At the beginning, they made a promise, but now they release water, which will definitely have a bad impact on the school's image.

On the other hand, the students of the No. [-] Middle School have to go through various procedures when they leave school on non-monthly holidays. Even if Lin Xiaoxian succeeds in cooperating with the teacher who leads the team, he can't bypass these procedures of the No. [-] Middle School, so the matter of asking for leave is definitely out of the question. .

"Forget it, a month is actually fast..."

Although he misses his family very much, Lin Xiaoxian is not a child who just went to school after all, so he won't think about tea and food if he doesn't see his family for a month. After hitting a wall, he can go to the playground for a few laps to relax.

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"what!!!!"

"No eyes!"

"Shame!"

The playground was not peaceful. While walking, Lin Xiaoxian heard exclamations and scolding from a distance when he walked to the side near the dormitory. Looking up, he saw construction workers repairing the peeling walls.

It's just that the level of repair can be called damage in another sense.

Lin Xiaoxian looked over from a distance, and wondered how these people could do such a simple thing as re-pasting porcelain. Not to mention the potholes on the foundation walls, even powder debris fell from the sky from time to time.

Although the downstairs is surrounded and the area is large enough, it still makes people feel frightened. It must be that some students passing by were frightened just now.

"On this level...as expected of a relationship household..."

Lin Xiaoxian shook his head disdainfully. Anyway, Zhou Aimin will bring someone to test after the repair is completed. If it fails again by then, it may have to do it again.

As for the construction fee, I don't know if it will be paid repeatedly. If so, Lin Xiaoxian has to suspect that the construction team deliberately lowered the quality to facilitate speculation.

Lin Xiaoxian walked half a circle on the playground, and a group of people came from the school gate, carrying all kinds of tools, and crossed several basketball courts in the middle of the playground, which made the students who were playing basketball resentful.

"Hey, master, wait a minute." Lin Xiaoxian was curious, and walked over to stop an uncle who was carrying cement.

"What?" The uncle turned around and saw that it was a student, a little dazed.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Fix the wall."

"wall?"

"That's right, it's the wall at the back door."

The uncle has a strong foreign accent, pointing at random:

"There was a problem with a building before, and the foreman asked us to check and reinforce other places."

"Oh..." Lin Xiaoxian glanced at the scaffolding on the gable wall of the dormitory building, "That is to say, you are also with me over there?"

"That's right, they're in the first team, and we're in the second team."

Lin Xiaoxian rolled his eyes:

"Master, is your foreman an acquaintance from the school?"

"Sure, the bricks, the wall, and the playground, the rostrum, it's all our work..."

"What about the teaching building?"

"Those are not, those are not, and we can't do that either...Little brother, why do you ask this?"

Although the uncle didn't quite understand, the more he didn't understand, the more vigilant he would be instinctively. After Lin Xiaoxian confirmed his guess, he didn't ask any more questions. He just patted the cement bag carried by the uncle at the end:

"Master... You should be more careful in this way of life. You see how dangerous it is that the tiles you made before will fall, and you will die if you drop them."

The uncle stopped talking after hearing this, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, he looked at Lin Xiaoxian strangely, and then walked away with the team.

At that moment, Lin Xiaoxian suddenly felt empathy.

From the helpless eyes of the uncle, he thought of designers from all walks of life.

In many industries, whenever there are some outrageous designs, everyone will first complain about the designers, but they don’t know that domestic designers are tool people.

Whether it is architecture, sculpture, landscape, graphic, poster, etc., many projects, especially "official" projects, from conception to aesthetics, are actually made by non-professional leaders.

These leaders know nothing about design and only enjoy the pleasure of giving advice. At the same time, because of the lack of aesthetic power, they seriously double-standard the design teams at home and abroad.

For foreign designers, they give great authority.

They despise domestic designers unreasonably.

This is true of the "officials", let alone the folks. If something is deeper, Lin Xiaoxian can only rot in his stomach, including keeping silent on the Internet, otherwise he will definitely be labeled as "rhythmic" and suffer 404.

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Just as Lin Xiaoxian was thinking wildly with his hands behind his back, his crotch suddenly vibrated.

"Honey~"

"Xiaoyan, are you awake?"

"Wake up early~"

During the first weekend in No. [-] Middle School, Gu Xiaoyan's voice sounded cheerful, with a hint of impatience in her tone.

"Are you all awake?"

Lin Xiaoxian heard other human voices and a kind of snoring sound through the receiver.

"Yeah, what about you? Anyway, whether you wake up or not, come here quickly."

"Don't worry, the red bean paste buns in the cafeteria will come out an hour late on weekends, and I'll send you breakfast later."

"It's not breakfast, it's for you to come and play mahjong with us!"

"Mahjong?"

Lin Xiaoxian stared sharply, and then realized that the snoring sound seemed to be the sound of rubbing mahjong.

"Are you rubbing hemp in the dormitory? Where did you come from?"

"I helped draw illustrations for a website, and the themed mahjong they sent was delivered by courier last night... Oh, stop talking nonsense, come quickly, three are missing one!"

"Don't come, I am at odds with gambling and drugs." Lin Xiaoxian is an excellent high school student with principles.

"Nonsense! You don't play with money!"

"That's not for fun. If you really want to fight, why don't you find Mrs. Xia next door, and you can lick her cat."

Lin Xiaoxian refused. Although he was born and bred in Rongcheng, he was not very interested in mahjong since he was a child. It is strange to say that mahjong seems to be immune to his high [intelligence] attribute. After watching my aunt typing on the computer for a while, I felt headache and irritability, and yawned continuously.

Instead of doing this, he might as well take advantage of the fresh air and go around the playground a few more times.

"Okay, you can also find Teacher Xia, but don't regret it."

Gu Xiaoyan pointed something on the phone, Lin Xiaoxian stopped:

"What... do you mean?"

"Since I said I don't play for money, don't you wonder what we use as a bargaining chip?"

"Chip..." Lin Xiaoxian gasped, his old face turned red, "It can't be... the clothes on his body..."

"Bah! Vulgar!"

Gu Xiaoyan spat, then lowered her voice, and paused word by word:

"Our bet...is the towel..."

"!"

"...It is said that Jiajia's card skills are very bad, maybe she will lose ten of them..."

"!!!"

Lin Xiaoxian, who had made up his mind to abstinence, suddenly felt his throat dry up.

345 Su Yuan vs Zhou Jia

Lin Xiaoxian wasn't sure if what Gu Xiaoyan said was true or not, but at least from the chaotic quarrels on the phone later, it could be deduced that her statement was at least not approved by the study committee.

"Use ten of them yourself! Do you think I'm... yes... a hot water bottle!"

The study committee member didn't know how he came up with this description, he was ashamed of this description, but also ashamed of himself for being able to think of such a shameful description.

"Hot water bottle?"

Gu Xiaoyan is not shy, so she rubbed against her and whispered into her ear:

"Jiajia, so you are so hot... lustful~"

"You! Gu Xiaoyan, you are so hateful!"

Zhou Jia hummed angrily, and pushed away her big breasts that were sticking to her arms as if they were deliberately showing off.

"Just degenerate! Thinking about dirty things in your mind every day, let's see how you will do in the college entrance examination!"

My best friend is getting more and more outrageous, saying all kinds of strange things, the study committee is really a little worried that she will sink.

However, Gu Xiaoyan didn't care, and proudly pulled out a few exercise books from the table:

"Okay, study committee member, then you can test me, any subject, any chapter, if I can't answer, I will give you all the towels~"

"Go away, who wants it?"

The study committee glared at her, then put aside those workbooks and picked up a copy of "Comprehensive Explanations of High School Poetry":

"Then you memorize "Rain Lane"."

"No, no, no! It's all in the freshman year of high school."

Su Yuan, who was at the side, suddenly said that her little bellyband of Treading Xue Xunmei was a little threadbare. She had been lying on the table and concentrated on repairing it. At this moment, she suddenly raised her head, wanting to join in the fun with the mood of watching a white play:

"Xiaoyan Jiajia, if you want to come, be more serious and take the "Climbing Yueyang Tower" you learned this semester!"

The study committee member bit his finger and hesitated:

"But "Climbing Yueyang Tower" is included in "Appreciation of Ancient Poetry and Prose", so it shouldn't be a must for the syllabus?"

"You remember wrongly, Mr. Du said that you must memorize it."

Su Yuan was the representative of the Chinese class, so he remembered clearly:

"Some time ago, in the morning self-study, Xiaoxian and I would recite each other every day... If you can't recite it, you have to slap your palms."

"Ah…"

The study committee member's expression turned cold. I'm afraid it's not about touching the palm of your hand. It's really boring...

And ah, since when did this guy start calling him "Xiaoxian" like his best friend?

She would only call him "Xiaoxian" when she was having fun playing in the water, so why did Su Yuan suddenly "sit on an equal footing" like Gu Xiaoyan?

The more Zhou Jia thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He closed the book and looked into Su Yuan's eyes calmly: