MTL - Can You Connect to Your Wifi?-Chapter 68 .Extra three

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Xiaoxun said that before buying or waiting for Qwqq to return, he went around and bought a voice-activated light bulb.

When he came home to make breakfast, Xiao Yao always thought about going to the gym with Xiao Yan.

The result of one-hearted use is a shake of hands, glutinous rice and water have been added, and one serving has become a two serving in the morning.

After much deliberation, he still couldn't bear to waste food, and for that careful consideration, he pulled out the plastic box from the house, heated a few sweet milk bags, fried green vegetables, and got a brain in the head. In the cardboard box at the door.

After returning home after a morning run, he often saw the takeaway brother put breakfast in the box in front of Xiao Xiao's house.

But today, I don't seem to see the takeaway brother, and the box is empty.

Yesterday's events are still vividly remembered. I met Li Yan while eating with Xiao Yan, and then Xiao Yu had a fever.

He said that it was himself who invited him to eat, and it was himself who threw people off to do business.

Xiaoyao took out his mobile phone and turned on the WLAN. Looking at the WIFI in it, "I won't give you even a little bit", he unconsciously raised his lips and slammed the garbage in hand.

"The winter solstice is the day when the sun directly hits the Tropic of Cancer, the day when the sun is the lowest at noon, and the day when the northern hemisphere receives the least sunshine." Geography teacher is an elderly female teacher, with a dignified treasure, a slightly stature and a fat hand Popular science in the office.

"Teacher Li, don't hesitate." The math teacher is a young man with a high spirit and proudly raised an eyebrow. "Miss Chen, go to the cafeteria and make dumplings. Whoever packs less will sleep in the study."

In his mouth, Mr. Chen taught chemistry and looked at him with disdain: "Childish." Then he hummed out of the office, and the math teacher followed him.

Today, the so-called decompression activity in the school is that the teachers make dumplings to their classmates.

Female students in several classes clamored to eat dumplings packed by the English teacher, and surrounded them one by one.

"Mr. Xiao, can you secretly wrap me a coin in the dumplings? I promise to take more than 120 next time."

"Teacher, I want coins too!"

Xiaoyao, full of the expectations of schoolgirls, stood in front of the counter in the cafeteria, holding a dumpling skin in her hand, with a pile of meat filling on it, and she was at a loss.

It does not make dumplings.

He can cook without frying, frying and cooking, and can play everything.

But in the past, accomplishment is zero.

Maybe it was because no one taught him to make dumplings when he was a kid.

"This bag." Teacher Geography came over to show him a few times, "Fold the dumpling skin in half, and then ..."

Xiaoyao tried it several times without success. Either he couldn't stand up or the filling was too much to wrap up, the appearance was ugly, and it didn't match his master's appearance.

No matter what he packs, the group of schoolgirls will rush to eat.

But he still thought carefully.

On that day, I painted a blackboard newspaper for the winter solstice. The winter solstice was to eat dumplings.

"Mr. Xiao, someone is looking for you outside, you can pick it up."

Outside is Naomi and Xiaoyu.

It is the end of class now, and many students are coming out of the classroom. The two foreigners standing here have attracted a lot of attention.

"Brother, hug!" Xiao Yu couldn't wait to reach out for Xiaoyao when she saw Xiaoyao.

"Come down and go by yourself." Xiao Yao came out in a hurry, and a lot of flour was on his body.

Xiao Yu relentlessly, bouncing up and down like a bunny with two hands on the ground.

There are more and more students around, many of them have been gathered around, holding the snack in their hands to try to tease this cute little guy.

"Let's go." Xiaoyao sighed, took the paper towel handed over by Naomi, wiped his hands, and picked up Xiaoyu and walked to the school cafeteria.

The private high school has all kinds of hardware facilities. Even the cafeteria has four floors. The top floor is a coffee shop. Xiaoyao orders a cup of hot milk for the little one and a cup of coffee for Naomi himself.

"Is there anything wrong with coming to school?" Xiaoyao folded his hands together.

Before Naomi contacted him, he contacted WeChat by phone. Last night, he went to the hospital just because Xiao Yu was sick.

"Dad is back today," Naomi said.

Xiaoyao's hands clasped together suddenly tightened, and Naomi's words stopped just right.

Both of them tacitly did not continue the topic, Xiao Yu pulled Xiaoyao's sleeve aside, and shouted "Pudding!"

For a long time, Xiaoyao raised his hand and touched Xiaoyu's head, and asked, "What did he say?"

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After the nagging question Nanyi left, the whole room returned to silence, and the question Xiaogan coughed a few times, his hands and forehead were a little hot, and even when he was sick, he did not even want to approach him.

Fortunately, the recent work has been completed, and nothing seems to have happened except for the benefits owed.

A message was sent from the WeChat group at home, saying that asking Xiao Xiao to come back to eat dumplings at night, but when she grew up, she usually reported good news instead of worrying. Mother Xiao Xiao knew that her baby son was sick and could feel a distress.

The title Xiao took away from the manuscript.

On the afternoon of the winter solstice, the north wind was surprisingly strong. Sitting in the room holding a cup of hot water and listening to the sound of the wind whizzing outside the window, the first-level players retired to consider whether to go out to see a doctor.

The number on the thermometer had nearly reached 40. In the light of his life, Xiao Xiao wrapped himself three layers inside and three layers to see a doctor.

There is a small clinic near the block, which takes about fifteen minutes to walk. The gym said by Qiao is also on the way to the clinic.

The body is tight, and Han is also embarrassed.

When Xiao opened the door to the gym, a man nearly hit someone who was going out.

"Handsome guy ..." The coach greeted him with enthusiasm when he saw the new customer. He used the rhetorical beauty to start with, but he got stuck when he saw the problem of wearing a mask and wearing a ball.

But after all, it can still be compared with the characters that the younger brother wants to compete with.

"Do you want a card? Dear? We just happened to have a winter discount recently. We will send another 388 for the first quarter card, which is particularly cost-effective." Then, spread out an advertisement page and hand it to Xiao Xiao.

"The fitness facilities are first-rate. The treadmills have been newly changed recently. There are also new swimming pools and badminton halls downstairs."

"If you don't want to do it in the first quarter, we have one year, so get 688."

The degree of self-promotion and self-promotion of the card coach is comparable to that of Nanyi. He can hear the question, his head hurts, his temples jump suddenly, and the numbers on the advertisement page fall into the eyes.

Vaguely see that it is probably a four-digit number, starting with "1".

The problem of Xiao Xiao is very poor, and his head is groggy. I just want to finish the card and go home to get some medicine to go to bed. When I am about to dig out my wallet, the sound of opening the door is blowing from behind with a cold wind, wrapped in a The smell of snow made his mind sober for a moment.

When Xiaoyao stepped into this gym, he saw Xiao Xiao.

A light gray-blue sphere.

I was suddenly in a good mood.

The other party didn't seem to notice him and stood still and didn't know what was being said.

"Title Xiao?" Xiao Yao walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah?" Xiao Xiao looked up, and the nasal cavity was full of the clear smell of the person in front of him. "You, you come to apply for a card?"

Although his brain was burnt, it seemed that there was a clear piece in his brain dedicated to the Han, and it could not burn to any degree.

He instantly remembered Haikou he had boasted before.

He changed his word quickly: "I am ... here to renew my card."

The voice was very low, and nodded abruptly.

However, the coach who applied for the card didn't understand the style and gave his face. The advertisement page in his hand shook. "

After hearing Xiao Xiao, he wanted to hit someone.

This time the good young man who loves sports is supposed to have collapsed properly.

Xiaoyao stood aside, carrying a paper bag in his hand, which was the ugly dumpling he cooked at school today.

After thinking about the question before talking about Xiao, combined with the actual situation now, I feel at ease and feel a lot smoother.

He lowered his head to look at Xiao, and the exposed skin on the other side was blushing, sickly and uncomfortable to speak, and the little puppet that was a flower at the exit was usually ten thousand miles away.

The title Xiao really didn't expect to encounter Xiaoyao at this point, and the pestle was the same as a dumpling dumpling.

It is said that the working party will be nine to five, and it is not yet five o'clock.

Xuancheng leaned to the north, only this time it quietly moved out of the night sky, and the lanterns were also on, and the sun slowly deviated from the Tropic of Cancer.

In this situation, at the scene of pretending to pretend to be leaking, Xiao Xiao didn't know what to say, and didn't know where to put his hands. The whole person was at a loss.

In addition to this reason, there is also a fever that blows a string in my head, and the IQ arrears become negative.

Xiao Xiao bowed his head, his toes digging out the soles.

Suddenly, a slight touch of touch was applied to his forehead, and he could feel the flesh on his palm.

Two extreme temperatures collided, and Xiao Xiao's eyes widened sharply. Xiaoyao's face was close in front of him, and the taste of Xinxue was coming.

"Are you feverish?" Xiao Yao asked in a deep voice.

Looking forward to a month's appointment, you say go and leave?

Why am I just coming and going?

Huh Xiaoyao, aren't you just a small legged cookie?

Question Xiao angrily sucked his nose, then kicked a few bags of garbage that had just been put out between the two and kicked them at Xiaoyao's house. .

Make you ruthless!

Let everyone in the building know that you are a miser.

The immature childish ghost was standing in the hallway, stomping his feet unhappyly, trying to wake up the voice-activated lamp.

Failed several times.

In the corridor, only the light from the Xiao family and the light passing through the gap between the stairs upstairs and downstairs seemed to be broken.

The cold wind ran from the downstairs to the fourth floor, blowing a question Xiao Yizheng, and by the way sneezed again. He stood at the door, rubbed his hands into his pockets, and touched a square, hard-bodied thing.

On the way just back, Xiaoyao bought him a cold medicine.

Xiao Xiao rubbed his hand back and forth several times in his pocket, from horizontal edges to sharp corners, as if he had eyes between his fingers, and he could see the font on the carton. Then he could peek back in time. What mood was that moment.

Xiao Huo pursed his throat beside his feet, and the meowing voice echoed a little in the corridor.

Question Xiao looked at the garbage in the middle of the door of the two people's house, and his fingers repeatedly clicked on the sharp corners of the box.

Squatting down and hugged Xiaohuo, Tiao Xiao turned around and went home with a smile on his lips.

Forget it, in terms of your face and how I like you, as well as the fact that you have not denied it, forgive you for the time being.

After making up his mind, Xiao Xiao didn't forget to promise the readers the benefits. When he turned on the computer and connected the pen display to draw, he received the message of approval.

The editor's working time is nine to five, and now it is eight o'clock. It stands to reason that the melon batch should be off work and not online.

Moreover, Gua Ping is the editor-in-chief of the title Xiao. Although the two usually have conversations, they are both talking about work. Gua approving manuscripts or discussing with him about manga manning and lens setting, will not tell him things other than work. .

But this time, the two couldn't have come together--