Legendary Mech Husband

"Legendary Robot Husband" Author: Kill Qingfeng

Introduction to the Legendary Mech Husband...

"You you you... who is it?" An Xiaomo stared at the silver-haired man who suddenly appeared in front of him with rounded eyes in shock.

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, and directly pulled him into his arms, "Uh huh, who am I?..."

The latter sentence was whispered almost biting his earlobe.

An Xiaomo immediately petrified.

Nima, where did the snake spirit disease come from? It's his husband, your husband is your sister? !

It wasn't until later when she found out the real identity of the man that An Xiaomo suddenly realized that the previous entanglement was nothing short of magical, and that a real person who changed into a mecha was a cheat, okay? !Keywords of legendary mecha husband: legendary mecha husband, killing breeze, alternative mecha, cool text, 1V1

Legendary Mech Husband's works are related to some professional levels in this article.

Mecha: Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level [-], Level God, (Legendary).

Jiaxiu (body training): primary, intermediate, advanced, daily, monthly, star, Chen, imperial, honorable, holy, and godly.

Sound cultivation (spiritual power): Flying low, moon flowing, singing straight, going down, three streams, thousands of nets, thousands of feet, joyful appearance, darkness, curtain, emperor.

Weapon maker (soul master) level: elementary, intermediate, advanced, nuanced, broken moon, wishful, Mahayana, perfect.

Weapon level: mysterious weapon (level [-] to level [-]), magic weapon (level [-] to level [-]), spiritual weapon (level [-] to level [-]), holy weapon (level [-] to level [-]), divine weapon (level [-] to level [-]).

Grades of musical instruments: Gold Grade ([-]st to [-]th Grade), Jade Grade ([-]st to [-]th Grade), Mysterious Grade ([-]st to [-]th Grade), Spiritual Grade ([-]st to [-]th Grade), Divine Grade ([-]st to [-]th Grade).

Chapter1

An Xiaomo was in a daze, but heard bursts of disdainful ridicule and scolding, those voices seemed to linger in his ears.

This made An Xiaomo shake his head vigorously. Could it be that he didn't die in that car accident?

But the next moment, the dull pain from his body made An Xiaomo gasp, more than that, what was kicking him now should be... maybe... a human foot?

"This trash has no talent and looks gloomy all day long. He has a dead face who owes him so much star coins. I have been unhappy with his appearance for a long time." Spit out mercilessly.

"That's right, it's really embarrassing for Admiral An to have such a son." The other kicked the man on the ground unceremoniously.

"It's such a waste that there is such a big brother who is the chief of the sixth grade. It's an embarrassment to his big brother." Another person kicked him twice in the waist, but his tone was full of jealousy and resentment that couldn't be concealed.

"Okay, let's go here. If we really beat this good-for-nothing to death, we have no good fruit to eat." Another voice came out, but it represented An Xiaomo's liberation.

"Hey, the next class is coffin-face class, let's hurry up, we'll see you if we're late." A group of people spat mercilessly at the boy who looked like a dead fish on the ground, and then they left reluctantly. go.

Although they felt a sense of superiority by trampling this scumbag with aristocratic status under their feet, but they were not bold enough to directly take the life of this scumbag.

That kind of thing that slapped Admiral An in the face, none of them were stupid enough to take the initiative to try to provoke the consequences.

It's a pity that the few people who left didn't know that the trash in their eyes had been accidentally beaten to death by them, and the person lying on the ground at this time was completely a person with a new core.

An Xiaomo heard the footsteps leaving, felt the sudden pain in her body, and her mind was muddled, what's going on?

He survived a car accident and was besieged?Do you want to be so cheating! !

An Xiaomo struggled to open his eyes. This simple action even made him feel a little strenuous, but the sky above his eyes caught An Xiaomo in awe.

Sky?He is not in the hospital but outside?

Enduring the discomfort in his body, An Xiaomo slowly got up from the ground. Upon seeing this, his already dazed eyes froze.

What kind of place is this? Exquisite and gorgeous buildings, the wide field of vision is full of winding tall buildings, and he is impressively at the corner of one of the buildings.

Looking around, it turned out to be so luxurious here, completely different from anything he had seen before.

An Xiaomo patted on the head vigorously, he is not stupid, how could he see such a frightening thing?

Could it be that he also trended for a while and caught up with the crossing army?

He lowered his head and stretched out his hands. His slender fingers were indeed not his hands. Although his hands could be called slender, they were definitely not so slender and delicate.

Lifting her head speechlessly, An Xiaomo wanted to yell at the sky, Nima, what are you going to do by asking me to come to this completely strange place for no reason?

Thinking about the kicks and beatings that landed on him just now was definitely aimed at the original owner of the body, this made An Xiaomo even more depressed.

But An Xiaomo, who was depressed, didn't know that when he looked up, the blood on his forehead slid down his side face, streaked across his chin, and finally fell directly on his neck, and then slipped to the chest.

But at that moment, a tiny red light flashed across his chest quickly, but disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared before, making one wonder if it was an illusion.

And the feeling of blood falling down finally brought An Xiaomo, who was a little sad and angry, to his senses. He stretched out his hand and touched it. Damn, there was blood in one hand.

Wasn't that group of people too ruthless?Who is he provoking?

Remembering the sticky feeling across his face just now, An Xiaomo lowered his head slightly. There was no blood on his neck, it was all white and white. Could it be that he felt wrong just now?

An Xiaomo thought in confusion.

Before An Xiaomo could figure out why, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his brain. The pain made him wish he could hit his head twice with a hammer. It was going to kill him!

An Xiaomo couldn't help lowering her head, and couldn't help patting her head with her hands, trying to relieve the unbearable dull pain.

But suddenly, An Xiaomo's hand stopped, and a chaotic memory suddenly surged up in his mind, and the intermittent clips played back in his mind like a movie.

The picture was so fast that An Xiaomo couldn't sort out the information clearly. Even so, An Xiaomo knew that this should be the memory of the original owner of the body.

After a long while, the picture in his mind finally stopped, and finally stopped at the picture of him being beaten up in a corner by several people, and then like a cassette, the picture in his mind completely ended.

An Xiaomo understood, the original owner of this body was beaten to death?

An Xiaomo wanted to beat the ground again, what's wrong with his memory, at least give him some basic information about this world, what's wrong with giving him a memory of being beaten to death?

"Master, do you need to repair the whole body?" Just when An Xiaomo was in a mess, a voice suddenly pulled him back from his thoughts. The voice was a little mechanical, stiff and emotionless.

etc?mechanical?Owner?

An Xiaomo opened his eyes slowly. At this moment, his brain was no longer as dull as it was at the beginning, but after opening his eyes, An Xiaomo would rather his brain still hurt, then he wouldn't see such a weird thing. It's a scene.

Emma, ​​who can tell him what is going on with what he sees now?

In front of him, a robot the size of a jingle cat appeared out of nowhere, but that cold expression was not as cute as the robot cat, and this guy was still illusory?

Also, why does this guy still have a human face? Nima, it really challenges his three views!

Ah, the point is not this, An Xiaomo's brain is messed up, the point is what the hell is this thing?

"Master, do you need a full body repair?" An Xiaomo didn't get an answer, and in An Xiaomo's eyes, the guy who looked like a robot asked mechanically again, with no sense of emotion, as if it was just a routine question.

"What are you?" Thinking that way in her heart, An Xiaomo blurted out looking at the thing in front of her.

But as soon as he finished speaking, An Xiaomo covered his mouth in annoyance. He wouldn't be murdered, right? (Boy, you watch too many movies.)

"Master, I'm 007, your personal optical brain." But there was no killing and silence as imagined in An Xiaomo's mind, 007 answered every question without the slightest doubt or hesitation.

"Haha, still 007, you Infernal Affairs?" I was a little scared at first, but when I heard what the robot with a human face said in front of me, An Xiaomo burst into laughter. Is this still 007?

007 didn't respond at all, his indifferent expression didn't change at all, he just looked at An Xiaomo's imageless laugh.

Under 007's watchful eyes, An Xiaomo's big laugh slowly turned into a dry laugh, and the dry laugh slowly stopped, who can keep laughing while staring so coldly?It's not that An Xiaomo is really a fool.

However, An Xiaomo soon realized something was wrong, pointing at 007 with a look of astonishment and exclaiming, "Brain?"

The kid finally got the point.

Stretching out his fingers tremblingly, An Xiaomo wondered if he had heard it wrong, otherwise how could he have heard such terrifying words?

It's not the optical brain he thought of, is it?That cool thing that only exists in the future world in the novel?

"Master, do you need full body repair?" 007 ignored An Xiaomo's astonishment, and asked the same question for the third time.

When An Xiaomo heard this question again, she answered intuitively, "Of course."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a bright light shoot out from 007's body. When it fell on him, it was warm. It took almost a minute. An Xiaomo felt that the dull pain in his body just now disappeared without a trace. up.

An Xiaomo touched his forehead tentatively, and it was clean. How could it look like the blood on his hand just now?

Could this be the legendary light magic?

But the discomfort with the light brain should be the future world, and when did the light brain become so capable, and... and is this clean and neat repair really light magic?

What he didn't know was that because of this, the group of people who didn't like him dared to stop him, because An Xiaomo was a bit timid at first, and he would automatically repair those injuries soon after being beaten. Naturally, no one would take the initiative to ask him, thus creating such a vicious circle.

But now, An Xiaomo only has one feeling, it doesn't match the situation of the future world he read in the novel?

At least he has never heard that the optical brain can repair wounds.

An Xiaomo looked at the sky silently, and the little person in her heart was beating the ground vigorously. This is unscientific, completely unscientific!

Who can tell him what kind of world this is?

Chapter2

Finally, having enough indignation in his heart, he raised his head silently, and An Xiaomo looked at the optical brain in front of him who claimed to be 007 with a magical gaze.

While looking at it, he let out a sigh of tsk tsk, he didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to see the legendary thing.

But where did this light brain come from?

But before he figured out why, 007 continued to speak, "Master, the next session is gymnastics class, Mr. Cotton's class. You said that I would remind you. Now, there are still 15 minutes before the class starts."

It was still a cold mechanical sound, but the meaning was clearly expressed.

"Going to class? I'm still in school?" After hearing 007's reminder, An Xiaomo was in a mess again. He has graduated several years ago, is there any reason?Now you still have to go to school with a group of brats?

He felt that in such a short period of time, the number of messes he made was definitely comparable to the sum of his previous 20 years.

But now he still doesn't know that when one day he knows someone's identity, the complete mess will be deeper than the sum of his current mess.

007 looked at this somewhat different master and didn't say anything. It's just an optical brain. The programmed program is to support the master and obey all the master's orders. As for the others?

All that is out of its consideration.

Looking at the cold 007, after all, he is just an optical brain.

"Tell me, what is my current situation and where is this place?" An Xiaomo settled down, the most important thing is to figure out the current situation first.

007 didn't show an expression of impatience or confusion. Hearing An Xiaomo's request, he began to explain in an orderly manner at the master's request.

"This is the famous Osto Academy in the interstellar world, as well as Monteco Academy and Cornano Academy, which are also known as the three major mech academies. The owner is now a third-year student in Osto Academy. The Mecha Academy is It is a six-year system, and you can graduate after you pass the college's test in sixth grade." 007 explained the most basic situation that An Xiaomo didn't know mechanically in a simple and orderly manner.

An Xiaomo couldn't care less about the 007 machine's emotionless voice at this time, and now his eyes are full of little gold stars, the mecha, he heard it right, it's the mecha.

With a cute and cute expression, An Xiaomo's eyes are full of longing, that he can actually touch the mecha in person!

Which man doesn't have a dream of being a hero, and An Xiaomo is no exception. Thinking that one day he will be able to appear majestically in front of everyone in a mecha, An Xiaomo can't help but laugh.

Now he doesn't know that he is a useless system, and he doesn't know that the mecha here is not the same as the mecha in his fantasy, and he doesn't know that he will drive a mecha one day, but he is completely Not as majestic as he imagined.

Now An Xiaomo is still having fun because of her fantasy.

Soon, 007's voice sounded again, but this time it pulled An Xiaomo out of the beautiful fantasy blueprint.

"Master, there are still twelve minutes before the next class starts. Let me remind you that it takes 10 minutes to get to the classroom from here." An Xiaomo was awakened by the demonic reminder.

"10 minutes? Oh my god, hurry up, or you'll be late." An Xiaomo was in a hurry. He couldn't be absent from class when he just came here, right?

"Ah, 007, where is the classroom?" Soon, An Xiaomo had a mournful face. He didn't even know where the classroom was?

"Master, the classroom is at Building C 228. You are now at the bottom of Building A. Please follow me." After speaking, 007's illusory figure gradually faded to disappear, and An Xiaomo thought she was dazzled.

"007? 007? Where have you been?" Hearing that 007 wanted to lead the way, An Xiaomo felt more at ease, but the sudden disappearance of 007 made An Xiaomo panic. After all, he was just a newcomer to a strange world. Young man, the panic in my heart cannot be dissipated all at once.

Now that 007, who was explaining the situation of the academy to him just now, suddenly disappeared, An Xiaomo panicked uncontrollably.

"Master, there are still ten minutes until the next class. Follow me." Suddenly, 1's voice sounded again, but a beam of light three fingers wide appeared in front of An Xiaomo's eyes, just like a modern flashlight. The beam is average.

An Xiaomo lowered his head, only to realize that the beam of light was emitted from something on his hand, and raised his wrist to his eyes, An Xiaomo tentatively called, "007?"

"It's me, master, please follow the instructions." Sure enough, 007's mechanical voice came from the large watch-like thing on his wrist.

An Xiaomo was relieved but wanted to cover his face at the same time, my God, 007 was turned into such a thing, it still irritated his nerves a bit.

Also, in his eyes, the thing on his wrist is simply a deformed advanced navigator, which makes An Xiaomo, who has always been simple, feel that he is about to accept incompetence.

What he doesn't know is that it won't be long before 007's transformation will really excite him.

The current An Xiaomo, after listening to 007's instructions and knowing that time is running out, followed the light beam on his wrist and hurriedly ran wildly.

It's best to do it in one go and not be late, this is An Xiaomo's idea.

"Report." Finally running to the destination, An Xiaomo stood panting at the door of Building C 228, habitually shouted a report, showing his attitude of going to elementary school.

"Come in." The cold voice came clearly from the room, An Xiaomo pushed open the door and walked in with a bit of unease. It was the sound that made him feel even more stressed.

The moment he pushed the door open, An Xiaomo felt that the group of people inside could blind him. Could it be that he went to an art school?

The handsome men and beauties in this classroom made him think that Alexander, how come none of them are ugly, and the last one has a handsome face, how can this make him, an ordinary passer-by, feel awkward?

but--

A trace of doubt flashed across the lowered eyes, why are there so many male papers, girls stand out from the crowd among so many male papers?

But he put aside this doubt for the time being, because he had already seen a man who obviously looked like an adult, needless to say, this man should obviously be the teacher.

But the man's face was cold and hard, standing right in front of him, which made An Xiaomo feel that this man's expression was completely comparable to that of 007 who had just met.

It's just that he just lowered his head silently so that his expression could not be seen clearly. Although he was a little surprised why there were no tables and chairs in this classroom, but he didn't know anyone, so it's better to pass by silently.

Thinking of this, An Xiaomo raised her foot and wanted to stand behind the group of people to hide herself.

But obviously his goal would not be achieved so easily, and he didn't notice how many people in the classroom looked at him gloatingly.

"An Xiaomo, I'm late, do a hundred push-ups." A cold voice suddenly sounded, and An Xiaomo stood upright reflexively.

Peeking over, the speaker was Cotton, the teacher 007 mentioned, but after hearing what Cotton said, the corners of An Xiaomo's eyes widened unconsciously.

Didn't 007 say that he could get here in only 10 minutes? When he came, there were still [-] minutes left. Why was he still late?

What An Xiaomo didn't know was that the time reported by 007 was completely based on the previous An Xiaomo. Although the original An Xiaomo was a good-for-nothing, it was only for the people on this planet.

For An Xiaomo herself, the speed of the original owner of this body is already pretty good.

As for An Xiaomo now?

That physique, stamina, tsk tsk, is simply inferior to the original An Xiaomo.

In other words, the current An Xiaomo is even worse than a good-for-nothing! !

Of course, 007 didn't know the fact that the core had been changed, so An Xiaomo was tragically late on the first day of class, and the punishment was to do a hundred push-ups.

God?For a hundred push-ups, he would be considered good if he could do twenty, but he was asked to do a hundred?

In fact, the punishment for An Xiaomo was already very light considering his status and the useless system, but he didn't know it.

Therefore, the villain in An Xiaomo's heart was crying silently, but he didn't even dare to lift his head, because he was worried that some acquaintances would reveal his secrets here.

He really thought too much about this. With An Xiaomo's personality, he never took the initiative to contact others, and other people didn't bother to talk to him as a good-for-nothing. There was no one who was really close to him.

So after Coton finished speaking, An Xiaomo didn't even dare to say a word of rebuttal. He found a place where no one was around, bent down, put his hands on the ground, and then silently started to do his push-ups.

one, two, three...

While doing it, An Xiaomo counted silently in his heart. It was okay at first, he thought it was not that difficult.

It's just that An Xiaomo felt a little bit of a struggle when she was in her twenties, and then, when she reached fifty, An Xiaomo felt that her arms were about to lose her support!

He sneaked a sideways glance at the other people in the classroom. An Xiaomo couldn't help but quickly withdraw his gaze. It wasn't that the other students were watching his joke. None were given to him.

However, An Xiaomo grinned with her head down. Who can tell him why Mr. Cotton is looking at him? Is it because he is looking at him to prevent him from being lazy?

He thought there was only one possibility, An Xiaomo wanted to cry at the thought of this, why should he be so hard-pressed!

Silently holding back her tears, An Xiaomo didn't dare to be lazy when Coton saw it like that. Her arms, which had become sore from doing fifty push-ups, exerted strength again, gritted her teeth and persisted in doing up and down again.

It's just that compared to the beginning, the movements have obviously become more difficult and irregular, but he didn't have the energy to think about them, and now it is reasonable to complete the punishment task without any problems!

Chapter3

Sixty, 61, 62...

An Xiaomo was still doing push-ups, his fair and tender face was flushed, but he was still secretly paying attention to the situation in the classroom from the corner of his eyes.

Fortunately, Coton didn't continue to stare at him this time, otherwise An Xiaomo swears that he would definitely cry!

"How is your mastery of what I taught you last class?" The teacher looked at the group of students in front of him with a cold expression, and his eyes were so cold that ice scum fell from his eyes.

The group of people below were expecting Ai Ai, but no one responded.

This is the pressure that Cotton brought to people, otherwise these students would not be so scared that they would not even dare to be late every time they heard Cotton's class.

"Speak!" Cotton was a little impatient.

He was not very happy to ask him to teach a group of young boys, but he had to come to teach because of the order from above, but none of the students in front of him could catch his eye.

Not only that, but there is also a famous loser in the class.

Thinking of this, Cotton couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at An Xiaomo, and An Xiaomo, who was peeping again, almost lay on the ground.

But when he looked again, Cotton had already withdrawn his gaze.

He doesn't discriminate against anyone. In his eyes, he doesn't care about reputation or rumors. What he values ​​is the strength of that person himself.

But the facts tell him that it's not without reason that An Xiaomo is called a loser!

At least in his cognition, no one can do a hundred push-ups so breathlessly.

But now, with his hearing strength, how could he not hear An Xiaomo's heavy panting sound, she panted irregularly at all, didn't know how to breathe, she was a complete layman!

Withdrawing his attention, people like Cotton who don't judge a person by their messages now have to believe the truth of those rumors. Such a person is not a waste. What kind of person can be called a waste? !

"Okay, No. 21 is on the line." No one said anything, so he just clicked on the student number. As for the names of these students?

——Is it necessary to remember these things?In his eyes, these little guys are not worth getting to know one by one, let alone knowing their names!

An Xiaomo finally let out a breath when Coton looked away, suffocating him to death!

That cold look almost scared him to pee!

But when they heard the number 21 that Cotton pointed out at this time, the people who were not named were also secretly relieved like An Xiaomo, and the unlucky ones who were named——

A boy with brown hair stood up tremblingly. Seeing the boy trembling, An Xiaomo couldn't help complaining to himself, if he kept shaking like this, he would become a sieve!

89, ninety, 91...

He continued to count in his heart, he was finally going to make it through, so he was in the mood to watch a good show, but——

"Number 16." Cotton looked at this brown-haired boy's useless appearance, and his face suddenly became colder. When he called NO.16, he almost froze to pieces!

However, after he finished speaking, no one came out, and Cotton's expression could not only be described as cold and hard.

"Go out on the 16th, don't make me say it a third time!"

quack quack...

Crows flew overhead, but it was still empty and no one came out.

Just when Cotton was about to give this group of disobedient little guys some color, he suddenly found that everyone's eyes were looking at one place.

Turning his head suspiciously, the young man who was doing push-ups on the ground suddenly came into view.

Cotton's face darkened!

In complete silence, An Xiaomo finally finished one hundred push-ups. After standing up quickly from the ground, a big "囧" appeared on her sweaty little face.

The movement of clapping his hands stopped immediately, he couldn't bear to be looked at by so many pairs of eyes!

It was at this time that Cotton took the lead to look back, "No. 17 is out."

For a long time, the number 16 turned out to be this speechless student. Cotton didn't know what expression he should use to face him at this time, so when he called out the number 17, he was a little bit annoyed.

It wasn't until Coton looked away that An Xiaomo grabbed the corner of his clothes, what the hell, if he still can't figure out what it means, he will take the surname Zhu Bajie.

Just now, he was a little slack because the punishment task was about to be completed, but he just vaguely heard the number 16, and now what?

Damn, he turned out to be the number 16? !

Is he on the 16th bar, huh? !

Since he got his student number in junior high school, he has been number 16. He has used the number 16 for six years in middle school. Who has such good luck in this regard? ? ! !

——If he was lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket, he would have won the jackpot long ago! ! !

Needless to say, when Coton clicked to number 21 just now, he was still thinking that it would be impossible for him to remain number 16 after changing time and space, but now the facts gave him a powerful blow.

Damn, his luck is really good, is it against the sky?

Fortunately, Cotton withdrew his gaze from Alexander, and An Xiaomo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could swallow his breath completely, a malicious gaze made him look up again in horror.

——He was also shot while lying down!

This was An Xiaomo's only feeling.

Because the number 17 that Cotton pointed to was also a boy, but at this time the boy looked at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.

An Xiaomo blinked blankly, who is looking at him like that, did he provoke him again?

But then again, why does he feel that this boy looks familiar?Is he wrong?

Hmm, how could he know someone when he just arrived here, so the familiarity is definitely an illusion.

Thinking of this, An Xiaomo looked away calmly. I don't know which boy stared at him more angrily. Instead, taking advantage of Coton not noticing him, he secretly weakened his sense of existence.

He doesn't want to be named suddenly again, it will scare people to death, okay? !

Chapter4

Jingle bell, jingle bell...

Fortunately, he could still understand the bell after class. An Xiaomo was greatly relieved when he heard the familiar and friendly bell.

However, all the students in the classroom except Cotton were even more exaggeratedly relieved than him.

Although Mr. Cotton is famous for being strict, he is also famous for not delaying the class.

This gymnastics class was simply because he didn't treat them as human beings, not to mention boys, even the few girls couldn't escape.

In the eyes of Cotton, a strict and strict teacher, there is never any difference between boys and girls.

Of course, following the principle of fairness, An Xiaomo naturally couldn't escape from physical training.

Why is it easier for him than others? !

The reason is simply horrible, because he—too!Scrap!firewood!up!

It only took a few minutes of simple practice, and no one in the class fell down from exhaustion except him.

The way the mud couldn't support the wall immediately made Coton twitch his eyes fiercely. There was nothing he could do about it, and the result of Coton's helplessness was that he became the only student in the class who was freed!

Facing the contemptuous yet implicitly envious gazes of others, An Xiaomo had no pressure at all, and enjoyed watching the play as usual.

Seeing that all the classmates except him were being drilled by Cotton to fight against dead dogs, I have to say that An Xiaomo was actually feeling secretly happy.

It's just that no matter how cool it is, the bell for the end of get out of class still rang on time.

This means that everyone in the classroom must be relieved. Coincidentally, this class is also the last class.

"get out of class is over." Seeing the students who were almost lying on the ground panting, Cotton's expression was still unshakeable.

After saying this, Cotton walked towards the door of the classroom without looking back. Even the back of this man showed a sense of perseverance.

Just suddenly, when he walked to the door of the classroom, the man suddenly turned his head and looked at someone he praised as mud that could not support the wall, and the result——

The two pairs of eyes, one cold and hard, the other moist, just met in a daze.

An Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat. He just watched the teacher leave. How could he be caught?

So he blinked in a daze and at a loss, and blinked again, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, he opened the door and left without looking back!

yeah?What's happening here?

Before An Xiaomo could think it over clearly, all the students who were lying on the ground like dead dogs suddenly got up with a crash, and then swarmed out of the classroom like starved ghosts reincarnated.

After a while, all the people in the classroom ran away, leaving An Xiaomo standing there alone, stunned!

It's just that he ran out the next moment, because if he didn't follow the big team, he wouldn't even be able to find the entrance of the academy! ! !

……

Following the flow of people, An Xiaomo thought that she wouldn't get lost this way!

However, listening to the chattering discussions and voices, An Xiaomo finally understood why the students in the classroom were so excited just now.

It was the National Day holiday today, which made An Xiaomo feel a little messy again.

What kind of magical development is this? In a place with mechas and optical brains, there is such a thing as a National Day holiday? !

This is totally unscientific!

Another point that confuses him even more is that when he walks in the crowd, he always has the feeling that he is a Chinese walking in the middle of a group of gringos - standing out from the crowd!

Why do you say that?

Because he discovered that when these students accidentally called each other's names, not only did he hear some foreign names? !

Although most of the classmates with the same name as the gringo still look the same as him, and the shell looks like Chinese, but this can't resist everyone having a foreign name!

His mind was so confused, and he couldn't stop walking, so let's just walk like this, An Xiaomo really followed the crowd to the entrance of the college.

Before he had time to sort out his chaotic thoughts, An Xiaomo's eyes were about to pop out the next moment.

what did he see !

He stared at the thing that just flew up not far from him, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes desperately, when he looked up, the scene in front of him was still the same as what he saw——

There are a few scattered tendons flying in the air three meters above the open space!fight!cloud!

The white Yuntuanzi somehow formed the shape of a single-person car, just like a miniature version of the car, which is just right for a person to sit in. According to visual inspection, An Xiaomo bet that there must be something like a steering wheel at the front .

But this can't hide its general appearance like somersaulting cloud!

An Xiaomo is about to swear, can she be more aggressive?