Peerless Junior Uncle

Yes. Although sometimes he wonders if he is really bad.

At this moment, looking at the way his deskmate is seriously copying the notes, he thinks that maybe he is really not that bad.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that the biology class representative came to collect the notes. The deskmate handed them over: "Lend me back to the dormitory to finish copying at night. I will return it to you tomorrow."

"Oh." Haitang subconsciously groaned. Then he came back to his senses. What did he mean? He wanted to keep copying. He looked through his notes suspiciously, and handed in the homework under the impatient urging voice of the biology class representative.

In fact, he is a scumbag. Haitang glanced at the deskmate who was taking a math book from his schoolbag. He couldn't help being a little suspicious: He actually doesn't understand anything. He dared to copy my homework. Will he borrow my other notes to copy later? Ah. I haven't had class for a week. I don't have any notes. But except for the biology notes, the other notes are all missing...

"Master Hua, your blind man is looking for you." Haitang, who was secretly slandering, was pushed and bumped against the table. When he looked up, he saw the girl in the front row pointing to the door with a smile.

"Get out." Haitang glanced at the girl in the front row. This rotten girl who was poisoned by "Tomb Raider Notes". Ever since she knew his name was Haitang, the girls who have made fun of him have been making fun of him. In this case, Xiao Xiajing came to find him at the door of his class. It started to become more and more outrageous. I insisted on calling myself Master Hua. Calling Xia Jing blind...

Zipper up the school uniform and walk to the door. Xia Jing pulled Haitang to the toilet with a playful smile: "Hua'er. We are going to sketch this weekend. Do you want to go?"

Haitang clicked his tongue and patted Xia Jing's hand on his shoulder: "Who the hell are you calling Hua'er? Go away. No."

"Don't tell me." Xia Jing smiled and said, "Didn't I hear the girls in your class call you that? Mr. Hua'er is so domineering. Besides, since you were young, you have never been praised by my mother like a flower."

"Hua your sister." Haitang rolled his eyes at Xia Jing and went to the toilet to drain the water.

"Hey. Seriously. I really don't want to go." Xia Jing is a year older than Haitang. He is in the third year of high school. He is also studying art. At the end of the year, he will take the entrance examination. He spends more than ten hours a day painting in the studio. Taking advantage of the weather Fortunately, the studio organizes to sketch. In fact, it is to relax.

"No." Haitang zipped up his jeans: "I have something to do this weekend."

Xia Jing spread his hands in regret. He walked out of the bathroom with Haitang. The two chatted a little more. Holding time, Xia Jing hurried back to the North Teaching Building.

When I got back to the classroom, I saw that the students at the front desk had turned around to get close to my deskmate. But it seemed that they had known each other before. Because he heard Fu Qingcheng say, "Ziyang, why did you go this week?"

Then the deskmate just shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I went back to my hometown."

It was math class. Haitang leaned against the wall behind him and looked at the math teacher who was spitting on the podium. With a pen in his hand, he was scratching in his notebook.

It's not that he is studying. It's just that the math teacher's small crew cut that can run a sports car is very impressive.

After a class, apart from a few small formulas, the notebook is a big sketch of the math teacher. Seeing the exaggerated expression, Haitang raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

The rest of the class is almost sleeping and playing with mobile phones. Anyway, Liu Jianbo is so tall that he can't even reach the back door and windows. He can play with confidence. The teacher in front of the class will never come to the back.

It was almost noon when school ended. The last class was Biology class. The teacher played a video about doing experiments. Hai Tang watched it carefully and took notes.

It was a bit hot at noon. He took off his school uniform. Underneath were red short sleeves. Exaggerated English letters lay on his chest. On the notebook was a "B" drawn by the teacher as usual. Haitang didn't care. The teacher always thought his notes were Copy someone else's. It doesn't matter.

Haitang's handwriting is not ugly. As the saying goes, if you study art, you can't see where your handwriting is so ugly. Drawing pictures is even better. So when the video is over, when others are busy flipping through the book to find illustrations, he has already put on the cap of his pen.

"Lend me to use it." A slender hand stretched out from the side. Haitang turned his head and saw Xu Ziyang looking at him seriously.

He casually pushed his own notes. People are willing to copy him and he is not so stingy.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the classroom was filled with excitement. Within a minute, almost everyone had left. Haitang took out his school uniform from the hole in the table and put it on his shoulders. With his long legs, he walked out the door.

"Classmate, is Xu Ziyang there?" A girl with a ponytail stopped Haitang at the door.

"Who?" Haitang frowned.

"Xu Ziyang."

Haitang thought for a while, took a step back and glanced at the classroom. There were only a few girls left at the same table as him. His brows twitched, and he said, "Xu Ziyang."

Sure enough, the tablemate stopped packing the books and looked up at Haitang. Surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Someone is looking for you." After saying that, he put on his school uniform and hurried downstairs.

Special episode: Xiaoye

[Extra] New Year's Eve

There are only a few days left before the Spring Festival. This morning, He Tingge was awakened by a sudden gust of cold wind not long after he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yihuan wearing a tiger skin hat and lying on a thin layer of snowflakes. The head of the bed pulled his quilt corner: "Uncle."

He Tingge quickly grabbed his little hand and covered it: "Why are you here?"

"Mumu brought me here. Uncle, why are you still sleeping..." Xiaotuanzi grabbed his hand and was about to get up.

He Tingge smiled. He only slept for half an hour... But seeing Xiaotuanzi's high spirits, he had to turn over and opened his eyes with force.

"Hey." Huo Qiangu came in with a bunch of things in his arms. He frowned and said, "Why don't you look prepared at all. Are you just young?"

He Tingge was taken aback for a moment: "Xiao Nian."

"Doesn't uncle know?" Xiaotuanzi stood beside the bed and tugged at He Tingge's sleeves: "Today is the new year. Gu Gu said he wanted to make dumplings."

He Tingge nodded as if suddenly enlightened. He glanced at Fu Qingcheng who came in behind Huo Qiangu. He looked good. Because he came back late, he was cold and didn't bother him. After all, he was about to change his blood in a few days Yes. Let him rest well......

"What are you still doing?" Fu Qingcheng smiled and said, "Come here and prepare something. Uncle Master and Mu Lan are going to spend the Spring Festival here. We have to make the dumplings ourselves."

"Make dumplings yourself." He Tingge asked back. He smiled a little embarrassingly. Although he can cook a few dishes, making dumplings is a technical job...

"No." Seeing his appearance, Fu Qingcheng couldn't help but smile: "It's okay. Can I learn?"

He Tingge nodded and said, "Okay."

The matter of making noodles. Huo Qiangu looked around: his own Mu Lan held the flour and sniffed it under his nose. He nodded: "It can be eaten." After that, he walked aside as nothing to do with himself...

He Tingge flattened his sleeves. He felt that no matter what he looked at, he should be the one who should do it the most. But he looked at the basin of flour and then at the basin of water. He looked puzzled: "Should I put the noodles in the water? Or put the noodles in the water? Put the water in the noodles."  …

Yin Qianji thought for a while and said cautiously: "Why don't you try them all."

Ji Wuya waved his hand impatiently: "Bring a big basin over here. Pour it in together and it's over."

"Can the two be combined?" Xiao Lengyu, who has always kept his fingers in the sun, saw what everyone was discussing as soon as he entered the door. He came over to ask a question.

Yi Huan grabbed a handful of flour and put it in his mouth. As a result, he accidentally sucked it into his nose and sneezed hard. Xiaobai, who wanted to taste it while leaning over, was sprayed with flour... .

The red-clothed fan was shaking a colorful feather fan. Xie Ziyan, who was pounding on the side, said softly, "Hey. Can you?"

Xie Ziyan covered his mouth with a folding fan. He coughed in embarrassment: "I've never tried it before. I don't know if it's difficult or not..."

"What a coincidence. I haven't tried it either..." The red-clothed beauty rolled her eyes and said with a light smile.

Fu Qingcheng was helpless. He took a step forward and wanted to make a move, but was stopped by He Tingge, Yin Qianji and Xiao Lengyu together: "It's good that we come..."

........

Huo Qiangu held the broken heart that had been thundered, and silently took the basin, smiling kindly: "Let me do it."

Watching a pot of flour being kneaded into a ball of white flour every minute, all the onlookers took a deep breath: So that's what happened.

Yin Qianji smiled and patted Xiao Hei's head on his shoulder: Sure enough, the junior brother's craftsmanship is good...but it was empty. Looking around, I realized that at some point, Xiao Hei got together Xiaobai rubbed the flour on his face...

Mu Lan's expression was natural. He calmly opened the package for the other things that Huo Qiangu brought...: I don't even look at who the master is...

"Wow. There are a lot of people." Suddenly there was a surprised voice at the door. When everyone turned their heads, they saw Haitang in a red dress walking in with surprise. He rubbed his palms to keep warm.

"Don't be surprised." Xu Ziyang's helpless voice sounded behind him. The light blue Confucian shirt was covered with a silver cloak. He was holding a food box in his hand. The signature dishes of Jiuwei Pavilion could be smelled through the box. the scent of...

He Tingge saw that they had come too. He was a little confused for a while: "You..."

"I've been here in Xiaonian. You didn't go back to the capital. The old man was angry with me again these two days. My old lady ignored me. I just came out to hide." Haitang laughed.

Xu Ziyang glanced at him: "You have the nerve to say so."

"Why are you so embarrassed? If I don't confess, maybe my father will tie me up and give him away as a son-in-law. You still blame me..." Haitang said aggrievedly. Xu Ziyang glanced at him helplessly One glance. Don't say anything about him.

The noodles are reconciled. Next is the stuffing.