Menghuang girl struggles

Meng Huang has never been a stupid child, but she is not an extremely smart one either. If she really wants to say it, she can only be said to be lazy.

She can do things well since she was a child, as long as it suits Menghuang's appetite, or something she is determined to do.

However, if it was defined as unnecessary by this silly child, she would be as lazy as she could.

Therefore, if you want Menghuang to do something, you have to force it.

For example, when I learned to skip rope when I was a child, Menghuang couldn't learn it even if he died. Later, Menghuang's father got angry, and after a lesson, he fell asleep. The next day, Menghuang miraculously learned to skip rope, and he was able to beat the Other children danced much more.

The father of Menghuang's family loves and hates this. In his words, "My daughter is no more stupid than others, but she just needs to be forced, just like a candle, neither lit nor lit."

On the other hand, the last time it was the pineapple monster that made Menghuang have a certain sense of crisis, so the little girl forced herself to overcome her fear of heights and learned to fly at a certain height.

But this time, it was a casual, small, disappointed look from Mr. Long-term meal ticket that made Meng Huang start to push himself.

Just kidding, I'm just a chubby little sparrow now, and it's very dangerous if no one is covering me outside, either a sinister and cunning presbyopic cat, or a naughty ghost who doesn't know how to care for small animals.

So, the earth is very dangerous!

So, the next morning, when the morning light had just passed through the curtains and shone into the room, waking up the lark boy in his sleep, Meng Huang stood briskly by the bedside.

When the teenager rubbed his sleepy eyes and was still unconscious, a crisp "Hibari" rang instead of the alarm clock in the room.

"Huh?!" Some skylarks with hypoglycemia blinked their eyes, and their minds didn't turn around.

"Hibari! Hibari!" Menghuang patted his little wings and began to fly around Lark's head a few times.

This time the boy finally woke up, and a bright smile appeared on his fair face, which was rare.

And Menghuang, surprised by this smile, forgot to flap her wings, and plunged into the unmade quilt.

[It's exciting. ]

Being dizzy and being lifted out of the quilt by Lark, Menghuang could only repeat these words mechanically in his mind.

So for breakfast that day, the one lying on the table and the one sitting at the table were both in a good mood and very satisfied with the food.

Rao Yunque is self-disciplined in his daily life, and pays attention to eating and sleeping without talking, so he couldn't help teasing Menghuang a few times.

Hearing the little girl in a sparrow coat calling "Hibari" in a childish voice, the boy suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

It's just that this kind of expression fell into Menghuang's eyes, and it turned into a very embarrassing sense of pride that "my family has a young girl who grows up".

Menghuang was holding his forehead in his heart. Why on earth did I think of that kind of foolish father who was very happy when his daughter called "Daddy" for the first time!

Seeing the boy put on his school uniform and schoolbag after packing up the dishes and was about to go out, Menghuang, who had been recuperating in the Skylark House for a long time, suddenly had an urge to go out and have a look.

Glancing at the red armband with the word "Feng Discipline" written on Yunque's arm, and then looking at the early time, Meng Huang decisively swung on Yunque's shoulder and refused to leave.

"Huh?" Yunque raised his eyebrows slightly at the little creature on his shoulder, but he didn't feel unhappy at all, and walked out of the gate calmly as usual.

[Long live~(≧▽≦)/~] Moehuang cheered with bird language.

Not expressing an opinion is the default, long-term meal ticket gentleman, you are so kind!

I watched happily all the way, and there were not many people on the street in the prosperous morning, and occasionally I only saw office workers or students passing by in a hurry.

Tired of looking at the scenery, Meng Huang began to YY about the middle school life of the skylark boy.

First of all, it should be an honor student.

Thinking of the other party's meticulous attitude at home, Menghuang nodded secretly, and it was definitely the kind that the teacher liked very much.

The red discipline armband on the boy's arm alone made Meng Huang envious for a long time.

For her who has always had mediocre grades and is so low-key that teachers and classmates don't pay much attention to her, the discipline committee is a very distant existence in the school.

Like an idol, he holds the power of life and death of all students' attendance!

Secondly, after a few days of observation, Menghuang felt that Lark must be a good boy who is independent and thrifty.

Why, because Skylark always goes home early every afternoon, puts down his schoolbag and then rushes out. According to Menghuang’s 15 years of experience, he must have gone out to work and earn his living!

The above are all the theater fantasies in Menghuang's head before experiencing the real situation. When Menghuang finds out that these judgments are all wrong, the little girl herself can't wait to put these thoughts on the ground and stomp her feet a few more times. .

Pulling away, let's turn the camera back again.

Menghuang enjoyed the private car No. 11 of the Skylark brand and came to the gate of Bingshengzhong. The very conscious girl obediently flew down from the shoulder of the skylark and landed on the not-so-high fence at the school gate.

After all, Lark Boy is a disciplinary committee member, and he has to pay attention to his image when he stands at the school gate to check his attendance.

After a while, more and more students were walking towards the school, and everyone walked into the school quickly with a respectful (?) face when they saw Skylark standing by the door with arms folded.

Menghuang squatted on the fence and looked down at the situation below, envious of the majesty of his meal ticket.

Soon, the preparatory bell rang, and the Skylark boy nodded to the other people on duty, then turned around and walked towards the teaching building with big strides.

Seeing this, Menghuang quickly rushed up, and followed Yunque to a place marked with the lounge of "Disciplinary Committee".

The spacious and bright living room not only has a desk, but also two rows of sofas.

It's the same style as the house that Skylark lives in, simple but not cold.

Menghuang cheerfully nestled on the soft sofa, rubbed her little head on the sofa cushion, raised her head and happily yelled at Skylark twice, not only to express that she would stay obediently in the lounge, but also to send the boy off to class.

The other party's black eyes squinted at the little sparrow rolling coquettishly on the sofa.

I don't know if he understood what his diners wanted to express, the boy opened the south-facing window and walked out, leaving Meng Huang alone in the lounge.

Menghuang spent about ten minutes exploring this small space, and when she found that there was a refrigerator and a microwave oven in the corner of the lounge, she was a little envious and jealous.

Bing Shengzhong's treatment as a disciplinary committee member is really good.

In the end, Meng Huang, who found that there was really nothing to see, chose the window that Skylark opened for himself as a base.

It is the most comfortable season of the year, and the breeze caressing the body is also very pleasant.

Meng Huang squinted and looked at the students who were having physical education classes on the playground downstairs, and her heart softened.

How long has it been since I haven't felt this kind of peaceful, peaceful, and normal campus life?

When I was in school, I always felt that it was a burden. I had to learn the boring knowledge in textbooks in order to go to school and work in the future, and I had to bite the bullet and participate in all kinds of things in order to integrate into the group and not let others feel that I was unique.

But now, the things that I didn't want to see in the past have become so kind but distant in retrospect.

"Ah, this is not okay~"

Meng Huang's hair stood on end at the familiar voice that suddenly sounded in her ear, and the little girl jumped up immediately, only to find that she had regained her humanity.

"Oh?" When did you fall asleep again?

He looked up and blinked, and unexpectedly saw a figure standing under a big tree with luxuriant branches.

"Liu Dao... Mu..." Putting his hands in a guard posture, he took a step back with his right foot. Although he knew that this was the world of Liu Dao Mu, and his actions were futile, Menghuang still chose to do so.

"KUFUFUFU~ is a child who doesn't behave well~"

Meng Huang's eyes flickered, his back felt cold, and at some point he was in front of Liu Dao Mu, his back was leaning against a big tree that was at least five meters away from him.

"Little girl already knows my name~" Weiliang's hand caressed Menghuang's chin, and her thumb repeatedly stroked the girl's lower lip. Menghuang's tender lips could clearly feel the thin calluses on the opponent's fingers.

"What should I do? I feel a little unfair."

The eyes of different colors smiled, but the smile did not reach the eyes.

"Meng, Menghuang... Yicheng Temple Menghuang." Looking into those eyes, Menghuang said his name uncontrollably.

"Huh? Yoxi, yoxi~" The eyebrows were raised slightly, and Liudaokui's free hand patted Menghuang's head as if to appease a pet.

It was obviously a very intimate gesture, but it didn't make people feel warm at all.

"But, the little girl already knows too much." Narrowing his eyes, Liudao Mu casually threw out a sentence, followed by a long silence.

The words "know too much" hit Meng Huang's heart hard.

Often in TV dramas, people who know too much have only two ends, die, or take it for their own use.

Meng Huang has no doubt that with the ability of Liu Dao Mu, he can disappear quietly, and it is very likely that his family or the current owner will be affected.

Menghuang doesn't want to die, this is a very scary word for a girl who is only 15 years old.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I will go back." Teeth chattered a little, Menghuang forced herself to apologize calmly, if she was not leaning against the big tree now, she wondered if she would be able to stand up and finish talking with Liudaokui .

——Be sure, be sure to agree.

I begged quietly in my heart.

"Hmm~" After pretending to ponder for a while, Liudaoku finally stopped facing Menghuang with that flustering fake smile.

"KUFUFUFU~ That's good, otherwise I'll be in trouble. After all, I'm very~very~interested in the current situation of the little girl. It's not good if I get out of control."

Hearing that Liudaoku seemed to agree to his request, Menghuang's feet softened, and he was about to sit down against the big tree, but was held up by a pair of strong hands.

"Fly towards Hei Yao, my little bird~"

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