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Mingxia will bring a timer in class, and each class will be timed for one hour.

In his opinion, six or seven-year-old children can't sit still for a long time, but adults can't.A class is arranged for four to 10 minutes, which is a little shorter for adults.

In fact, these old monsters who have lived for many years really don't find it difficult to listen to a one-hour class.

Ming Xia specifically asked them about this issue. According to them, private schools in ancient times also had their own rules, and there was no uniform regulation on time and class hours.Some academies arrange two classes in the morning and afternoon, with a quarter-hour break in between.There are also some classes in the morning, and students are arranged for self-study in the afternoon.

Although the cultural classes of the "sixth group" only have classes three or four days a week, there are classes for the whole day. Compared with the rules in the old academy, it is already very strict.

The monsters said that everyone is still very satisfied with the responsible teacher Ming.

Ming Xia discovered that the people sitting in the classroom (whether they are primary school students or college students) have a common characteristic, that is, any little accident in the classroom will make the students excited.

For example, a cat ran across the window sill, a classmate suddenly hiccupped, or the electricity suddenly cut off during evening self-study.

For another example, when the teacher was in class, he brought in a pet box, and a white tail tip was exposed at the door of the box.

As a result, the eyes of all the monsters in the classroom were radiant.

Ouch, I haven't seen the same family members who have been released after serving their sentences for many years, and they can still get civilian certificates as soon as they are released.What does the civilian certificate mean? It means that as long as you report to the town monster, you can go anywhere in the world-the Xishan formation plus the folding space is also an extremely wide small world. After all, it cannot be compared with the real world outside. Compare.

Their original birth, transformation, and battles in the north and south were all in the real world outside.

The monsters were aroused by Xiao Qingqiu to be homesick, so they pinned all their worries on Xiao Qingqiu.Within two days, Mrs. Ning brought Qingqiu a small quilt embroidered with delicate cloud patterns that she made by herself.

Mr. Hu felt that it was not easy to directly measure this item by the market price. After all, no valuable materials were used, just a few pieces of cloth and a handful of cotton, so the embroidery was worth a lot, and it was embroidered by others.Mr. Hu discussed with Commander Du, took Ming Xia to make a report, and asked him to take the things back.

Mrs. Ning made a start, and the rest of the monsters couldn't sit still.

On behalf of everyone, Zhu Huai wrote a letter to Mr. Hu, with a few pages of letter paper, first expressing his support for the work of the leaders, then mentioning the concern of himself and his companions for the descendants of the same race, and then thanking the humans who took care of the same race .

In the end, it expresses that everyone wants to send some small gifts to the juniors of the same race to celebrate its freedom.I hope that the leaders can understand their feelings and agree to this request.

Mr. Hu took Commander Du to a meeting again. Although Qingqiu was doing odd jobs in the action team, he was only a temporary worker after all, and he still had no salary. He could not be regarded as an official staff member of the "Sixth Group".Strictly speaking, the "sixth group" has nothing to do with giving gifts to each other.

But the Xishan Great Formation is a relatively sensitive area, and it is difficult for the monsters to do things without purpose.For the sake of caution, Mr. Hu and Commander Du decided to suppress this matter. The public statement was: If you want to give Qingqiu a gift, you should wait for Qingqiu to wake up and decide whether to accept it or not.

Zhu Huai and the others accepted this answer with a little disappointment.

Ming Xia didn't think much about it at first, but seeing Zhu Huai and the others' disappointment in Mr. Hu's reply, he felt faintly in his heart that these monsters wanted to give gifts to Qingqiu, it seemed... they really didn't have any good intentions .

Qingqiu woke up in the middle of the night three days later.

Ming Xia was preparing lessons at the time.There was only one lamp on in the dormitory, and his bed was next to the desk, a single bed of the same size, covered with army green sheets and bedding uniformly distributed by the "Sixth Group".The pillow was slightly crooked, and the quilt was also a little messy, with a small pinch of white hair exposed between the pillow and the quilt.

Qingqiu has been sleeping these days, Ming Xia feels that no matter who takes care of it, he can't rest assured - such a little furry thing, if one is not paying attention, maybe it will be taken away by a wild cat.Even though it is a powerful monster in essence, it is at its most vulnerable at this moment.

Mr. Hu felt that it was inappropriate for him to carry a pet box everywhere, so he offered to take care of Qingqiu when he went to class.But Ming Xia hesitated for a while, and still refused.

The reason is also very clear, "Your old man is not a retired veteran cadre, you can drink tea and walk as you like. You are the consultant of our entire action team, how many teams of the action team? All day long, not me, your old man often Sex and eating have to be done right? You are busier than me, how do you take care of Qingqiu?"

Mr. Hu was so angry that his beard cocked up, "No one can be assured of this, I'm going to wonder if Qingqiu is your son."

Ming Xia also wondered, "Could it be that I really left such a bloodline without knowing it..."

Mr. Hu was so shocked by him that he kicked him out of his office with a look of disgust.

With no one to take care of the child, Ming Xia had no choice but to put Qingqiu under her nose, and touch it from time to time to be at ease.He felt that if Qingqiu was still the same Qingqiu after waking up, he would probably be disappointed if he couldn't see him by his side?

Ming Xia is a person who often stays up late, and often feels hungry after midnight.Therefore, where he lives, he will stockpile some food, such as self-heating pots, instant rice noodles, cakes and biscuits.

After Ming Xia finished preparing for the class, he still had to work out the revision plan that Wen Liang had given him.So I got up and made myself a cup of hot cocoa, planning to eat something before continuing to work.

He was flipping through a drawer when he felt something move out of the corner of his eye.He unconsciously turned his head and looked over, and saw the army green quilt move again on his bed.

Ming Xia's heart beat faster immediately, but he wasn't sure if he had read something wrong. He was dazed for a moment before he approached cautiously. Just as he was about to reach out to lift the quilt, he saw a squirm under the quilt, a hairy The white paw stretched out, then gestured forward and then poked forward... stretched.

Ming Xia couldn't help laughing, but he was still nervous.

Hu Lao said that the energy recovery will activate the energy stored in the entire demon core, and if there is a slight error, it will cause damage to the monster's brain.The most common symptom is the loss of some information in the memory area.

Ming Xia was struggling whether to lift the quilt up and take the initiative to reveal the answer, when she saw the two furry paws that had just stretched out and poked out again, pulling the quilt down, revealing a pointed black nose and a pair of clever eyes. Weird black eyes.

Ming Xia looked at it nervously.

The little fox's eyes narrowed. Because of the angle, its eyes seemed to have been deliberately painted with exquisite eyeliner, and the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, which did not have a charming taste, but it still had an innocent and ignorant face air.

Ming Xia sighed, if she grows up, she might really become a "fox spirit" who can turn all living beings upside down.

The tip of the little fox's nose shrugged, and his eyes lit up, "What kind of food is this?"

Ming Xia's heart was full of ups and downs.The little thing asked for food as soon as he opened his mouth. Did he remember him?Or has he been forgotten?

"Hot cocoa." Ming Xia said, "Sweet, to replenish energy."

The little fox licked his mouth, "Is it delicious?"

Its voice is similar to when it was a starling, it is clear and crisp, with a little immature childish voice.

"You've just woken up, so it's not good to drink, let me get you something to eat." Ming Xia couldn't help it for a long time, and reached out to touch its fury paws, "There are instant porridge, peanuts and red dates. Porridge and preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

The little fox showed a disgusted expression, "I don't want porridge, is there any meat?"

Where do you go to find meat in the middle of the night?Ming Xia was a little worried.What's more, for a sick patient who wakes up after sleeping for so long, can he really eat whatever he wants?

Ming Xia made a compromise, "Cake and sausage? Do you drink water?"

The little fox nodded.

Ming Xia took Qingqiu's special Meiziqing small bowl and gave it water.

After the little fox drank the water, he began to lick his mouth, "Hungry."

Ming Xia took out the food reserves in the drawer to pick out for it, while carefully looking at it, "Well...do you still recognize me?"

The little fox froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.

Ming Xia looked at him nervously.

The little fox seemed to have remembered something, looked down at his white fur, and screamed.

Ming Xia was taken aback, "What's the matter?"

The little fox threw himself into his arms, weeping with joy, "I've changed back, I've changed back!"

Ming Xia, "..."

Sure enough, there is a problem with the memory area?Or was the reflex arc too long to realize what happened until now?

The little fox rubbed back and forth in Ming Xia's arms, wishing he could rub himself into Ming Xia's chest, and yelled in a mess, "I finally changed back... I haven't seen my white hair for a long, long time... ...I have forgotten how to walk with four paws...you must not despise me... woo woo..."

Ming Xia asked him tentatively, "Then...do you recognize me?"

"Of course." The little fox suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a somewhat horrified look, "Why...you...you don't remember me? You don't have amnesia, do you?"

Ming Xia, "..."

Who has amnesia?

The little fox felt sad, "I...I am Qingqiu..."

Ming Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but knowing that it was still the silly, gluttonous, and arrogant little Qingqiu he knew, he was really relieved.

"Great, you're back again." Ming Xia hugged Qingqiu excitedly and walked around the room a few times. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone was asleep in the middle of the night, he would have carried it out to show off to everyone.

Qingqiu was still in shock, "Then do you still recognize me?"

Ming Xia nodded desperately, almost grinning to the back of her head.

Someone hit the wall next door, and after a while, he seemed to realize something. There was a sound of doors opening and closing in the corridor, and then someone knocked on the door of his dormitory.Several different voices yelled at the door in disorder.

"Open the door, open the door."

"Are you awake?"

"Have you lost your memory? Have you lost your memory?"

"..."

Ming Xia opened the door dumbfounded, and people from the Nanjiang team rushed in. Li Youran took the lead, and stretched out her hand to grab Qingqiu into her arms, "Oh, Xiao Qingqiu, do you still remember my sister? We have a good relationship. Alright."

Before Qingqiu had time to refute, he stretched out an unknown number of hands beside it, and rubbed it back and forth. When he didn't pay attention, someone even pulled his tail.

Qingqiu, "..."

Ming Xia's heart ached to death, and she wanted to snatch the little fox back, but her physical strength and skills were no match for these animals, so she could only hop around the outer circle unhappily, "Be more reserved, don't be a hooligan. My Qingqiu is still a little yellow fox."

Everyone in the room laughed.

The little fox jumped back into Ming Xia's arms with lingering fear, and asked him to take him to find food.

So, when it was lying on Ming Xia's desk drinking yogurt, there was a group of wretched humans with glistening eyes, drooling, and giggling from time to time.

This is what Nanjiang saw when he came in.

Seeing the tuft of white hair on the table, Nan Jiang twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself that the road to favor is becoming more and more difficult.