My roommate is weird

A slight vibration from the pillow awakened Yang Xueqiao from her dream.

It turned out to be the phone alarm clock...

The little guy turned off the alarm clock and rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up. When he was about to wake up Qin Xinglan next to him, he didn't expect the other party to fly out of the sleeping bag like a spring.

"Let's go, Ms. Yang. We need to paint a few more new rooms this afternoon."

Qin Xinglan loosened the bones and made a crackling sound.

The little guy who obviously woke up before the other party but got up one dimension slower than the other party quickly put his shoes on his feet.

"Don't worry, Miss Yang."

I don't know if it's the habit of taking care of children or other reasons. (In short, Yang Xueqiao said so in her heart)

Qin Xinglan held up the other foot of the little guy to help her put on the pink sneakers.

Yang Xueqiao:! ! ! ! ! !

Fortunately, Qin Xinglan moved swiftly and helped the little guy put on his shoes before he regained his senses.

Yang Xueqiao with a flushed face jumped out of the bed and obediently followed her to the workshop.

There are several white paint buckets in the empty rough room, and the big carrot head who helped distribute the lunch before is painting the wall with a strange mask.

Qin Xinglan didn't know where to find a mask and reached out to help the little guy put it on. The mask fit the face unexpectedly, and it was quite comfortable.

If a knowledgeable person saw this miniature internal circulation disinfection mask specially provided by the military region, he would probably be able to drop his eyeballs.

"Well... why do you just help me with this and that? Actually, I can, I'm already an adult."

It was the little guy who couldn't help but opened his mouth. It would be terrible if the other party fed him with a spoon next time.

Then Su Zhiling and An Pingyue help you cook every day~

Pangu silently complained about the double standard Yang Xueqiao.

"Well, but Miss Yang is this year?"

"Of course, I'm still a college student anyway."

Qin Xinglan scratched her chin with a distressed look.

"I've read some novels, and there will be those talented people who skipped grades. I thought Miss Yang was only fifteen or six years old."

Those big radish heads were actually around teens, so when Qin Xinglan saw Yang Xueqiao for the first time, she had a feeling of wanting to take care of her.

"Hey, I often read novels too~"

The little guy who should have been unconvinced was attracted by the same hobby as the other party.

"I often read some campus-type novels, such as "******", which I really like."

Yang Xueqiao's eyes lit up.

"It just so happens that I like reading one the most!"

Small talk is small talk, work still needs to be done.

The 1.5-meter-tall little guy tremblingly climbed up the ladder to paint the walls with other big turnip heads who were a little taller than her.

Yang Xueqiao, who was doing this kind of work for the first time, quickly mastered the tricks with her ingenuity and skills. The few of them worked while exchanging hobbies.

In a short time, the three new houses were painted.

These concrete rooms that Qin Xinglan built brick by brick with her own hands will serve as dormitories for the little radishheads after the smell dissipates.

Unknowingly, it was the familiar evening scene again, and the little carrot heads who had finished their studies in the courtyard were preparing for dinner again.

Compared with lunch, there is an extra dish of braised pork for dinner.

Yang Xueqiao felt even more sympathetic when she looked at the little guys who were feasting in front of her.

"Can I fund your orphanage?"

"Sponsorship? Give us money?"

Qin Xinglan:? ? ?

Qin Xinglan thought about it for a while, and it turned out that the purpose of the other party's visit was definitely not as simple as telling her to go to school.

If it weren't for my uncle's last wish, I might never go to a place like school in my life, but I didn't expect the school in H state to be so dangerous.

A gleam of determination flashed in Danfeng's eyes, right now is the time to spend money!

"But we don't kill people anymore, what we can do is help you beat people."

A big carrot beside Qin Xinglan took out a steel rod.

"Huh? Can't I give you money if you don't hit people?"

Yang Xueqiao:? ? ?

"Why do you give us money for free? Is it any good for you?"

Big carrot head:? ? ?

"Sister is so cute, would she want to hit others?"

Carrot head:? ? ?

The closed door of the cafeteria was kicked open from the outside, ending the feast of question marks.

"Has your orphanage opened to pay Brother Tao?"

Dozens of hooligans filed in through the cafeteria gate and closed the door when they entered.

Reluctantly, Yang Xueqiao found that she had really hit it off with these people recently, following them wherever she went like a fly.

With a wave of her hands, Qin Xinglan took out a wooden stick from under the table and rushed up.

Why is there such a thing under the table?

Yang Xueqiao stretched out her hand to touch it, and sure enough, she touched a metal object.

The other radish heads were also quick and orderly. The younger ones took out some parts and quickly assembled them, and the older ones leaned forward with the assembled weapons.

In less than 2 minutes, there were already ten more armed carrot heads holding long forks and twenty armed with benches as shields in the cafeteria.

Where are you transforming robots from?

Yang Xueqiao, who is a normal carbon-based creature, was extremely shocked.

Qin Xinglan bumped away the little gangster in front of her, and put the wooden stick on the door lock as a bolt.

"Catch them!"

gangster:? ? ?

The armed radishheads who cooperated tacitly rushed forward, blocked the opponent's attack with the bench, and forked the opponent with the long fork without sharp parts.

Another five or six minutes passed.

Yang Xueqiao, who was sitting there silently in front of outsiders, watched the dozen or so punks tied up on the ground into twists, their mouths so tightly stuffed that they couldn't even yell.

Of course, no one would have imagined that there would be an orphanage cafeteria with portable assembled explosion-proof forks and hemp ropes under the table, and a group of children like an army.

The calm Qin Xinglan sat down beside Yang Xueqiao.

"Thanks to you, my work is almost done. Then my other companions will find time to manage this place."

"So let's get these guys in the police first and then I'll go back to school with you."

Yang Xueqiao looked at the skilled binding techniques of the gangsters.

"You must have had a hard time before."

"It's alright~"

Qin Xinglan patted her head in embarrassment.

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Yang Xueqiao looked at the aluminum man (as Yang Xueqiao called him in his heart) who was parking a tricycle in front of him.

In the past few hours, she and the two vulnerable-looking big carrot heads rode three tricycles and transported several people to the police station and then to the school.

Good guy, half an hour's drive away!

The little guy imitated the system and sighed, and in this life, she will never forget the joke that the police uncle who was robbed of his job smiled at Qin Xinglan.

"Miss, you have already sent more than 300 punks. Although it is a good thing to be brave, but if you continue to perform normally like this, we will be robbed of our jobs~"

Su Zhiling walked behind the two wearing slippers.

"Little fool! What are you doing? Why is it getting more outrageous every day."

Riding a motorbike with a kid from a rich family yesterday, and going on a three-wheel spring outing with this fierce girl in camouflage today? ?

"Hello, Su!"

Looking at Su Zhiling, Qin Xinglan completely lost the feeling of caring for the little guy, and looked like she was doing business.

However, this attitude was already more polite to Su Zhiling in the past few years.

"Sister Fox, do you know kung fu or something?"

Ever since seeing little radishheads fighting bravely with punks, Yang Xueqiao has seen everyone as a martial arts master.

Su Zhiling touched the other party's forehead.

"It's not burning, come back to the dormitory with us. Classmate Qin, you can come too."

The little fox didn't dislike the other party's smell of paint, and walked towards the dormitory holding his little hand.

Qin Xinglan, who was about to step forward, suddenly turned her head.

An Pingnan, who was at the intersection, walked to the other party's side.

Cherry's small mouth reached into the ear of the other party, and slowly whispered a few words.

The snow-white fangs looked a little chilling.

"what?"

Danfeng's eyes suddenly stared at the amber color beside him.