MTL - The Roots of Manga-Chapter 7 daily

Chapter 7 Daily life

After analyzing the current situation, the mysterious incidents he created similar to Sander will happen in the near future, and even many of them have already happened, but they haven't been exposed yet, or the scenes are too small. He didn't need to pay too much attention to these things. Only when Sander summoned Rasputin was such a big scene, because it was an important point of his plan, he took the lead in the whole process.

The appearance of the heroic spirit will inevitably attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

after that...

Nuohe opened his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, thinking, they will find the world so strange.

That's good, you are unfamiliar with your own world, but I have transformed this stage of heroes and villains into what I expected.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and when she turned her head, a beautiful little girl appeared in front of her eyes. This was the baby in Noh's class and one of the boys' girlfriend goals, Alina Yuffie.

Of course, in Nuohe's eyes, she was just a pretty little girl. Looking at her face, which she would find cute no matter what, Nuohe thought countless times, would she cry if she took her lollipop away?

"Nuohe, your eyes are so strange."

Alina said that Nohe's eyes were so weird that she even shivered just now, and she always felt that this well-behaved boy in front of her was thinking of something strange, and it was the kind that was unfriendly to herself!

"Because of this, I have been very concerned about it just now."

Nohe stretched out his hand abruptly, touched Alina's hair lightly, and when he retracted, he showed Alina a piece of grass pinched between his fingers.

"What's the point of this?"

Alina pouted with a slightly red face, but felt a little embarrassed, and quickly touched her head, but found nothing.

"Maybe it's just the wind blowing by chance."

Nuo He shrugged, the grass just now was just shaped by him casually, and it was just a possible entanglement that the little girl would have about her bad thoughts about herself in the future.

Alas, why do these little girls always like to find out the truth, Mr. Nohe will also be very distressed.

The well-behaved Mr. Noah opened his innocent eyes and blinked.

What did she come to find herself for?

Nuohe didn't continue to entangle this topic, who knows if the actions just now would cause her to feel ambiguous and gentle? Then I'm sorry, Mr. Nuohe doesn't want to fall in love yet, at least after puberty is over, Nuohe's eyes are a little erratic again.

"You've always been so secretive recently, why? Has Holmes encountered trouble?"

"Alina, there is no Sherlock Holmes, but poor Nohe has." Nohe's nickname is Sherlock Holmes, and his classmates always think that he can write detective novels, and he can change his career to become a detective in the future.

He sighed softly, looked at Alina, smiled and said, "Alina, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?"

Noah, who suddenly had some doubts about his life, asked involuntarily.

"Me?" Alina froze for a moment at Nohe's sudden question, and then said with guarded and suspicious eyes: "Dear Holmes, is there a little girl who is lost in life in your novel?"

She didn't want to be Noah's character, the last one who was still called a stupid woodcutter.

"Unfortunately, no, Miss Alina."

Nuohe shook the notebook he had placed on the table casually, and said lazily, "My new work is about to be finished, can I ask you to contribute fifteen dollars by then?"

"This is not the proper attitude towards ladies, Mr. Holmes, when will you be a little gentleman?" Alina put her hips on her hips, looking like a little pepper.

Looking at her blonde hair, Nuo He always wanted to change this sunny color into a fiery color.

In that case, I will find her even more cute, after all, she is just a fiery kitten.

Snapped!

The left hand hit the right hand that was about to move, and warned that he was a human, not a cat, and he was still a heretical golden retriever, so he couldn't touch it!

"Maybe I'll study, you know, I'm a fast learner." Nuohe seemed not to care about his behavior just now, and asked casually but with a slightly serious expression: "Okay, Alina, what do you want?" What can I do?

"Really, dear Mr. Noah Holmes Igal, have you forgotten that you promised me a short poem?" Alina looked defeated, "I'm really looking forward to it."

Noah remembered what he had promised four days ago, and resisted the idea of ​​copying a song. Although the promise was very good, he wasted a lot of time in adjusting various details in order to finish Summoning Rasputin for Sander. energy.

So of course I forgot.

"You know...Alina, inspiration comes when you say it, but when it doesn't exist, I can only wait pitifully."

"...Well, don't look at me like that, I think Mr. Inspiration has arrived."

Nuohe showed helpless eyes. He looked at Alina's lovely and beautiful face, sighed, and turned his pen, "Maybe you should wait for me. How about this afternoon? Forgive the poor child who has worked hard for a long time. The short poem you asked me to write required a lot of love."

"You know, although my parents often leave me at home, I don't feel that I lack love. I always need to think carefully about the poems your friends need. You don't want to be perfunctory, do you?"

When Nuohe was talking, he tried to open his eyes wide, making his eyes look a little pitiful, and the clear pupils seemed to be filled with water.

Alina turned her head and covered her face with her right hand. She couldn't imagine what kind of expression her friend would have if she saw her idol like this. Forget it, don't let her know, knowing that Nohe is like a spiritual pillar in the heart of her friend in the orphanage, Alina had to resist the urge to tell her.

"Oh, well, dear Mr. Holmes the crybaby." Alina only had the strength to sigh.

Admit it, your immature body is full of motherly love, whether you are a girl or a woman.

Humming a ditty in his heart, Nuo He restrained his pitiful expression and said seriously, "Alina, I've never really cried."

Then Alina gives him a pinch and turns away, leaving Noah grinning behind her.

"Nuohe, you are so naive." Nuohe said in his heart.

But looking at the laughing classroom, he thought silently: "But this is very interesting."

The morning time passed quickly, and Nuohe didn't do anything else this morning. He wrote the manuscript of the next book, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com thought about what kind of short poem to write. Sometimes, while taking a break, I went to play rugby with Kang Tan and the others.

When it was announced that it was a holiday in the afternoon, the voice of Long Live Wellaville Private Middle School resounded throughout the campus.

Who yelled first? Noah says he won’t betray his friend, so he pushes Mr. Kang-tan out in front of his teacher.

Fortunately, Mrs. Maggia, who has long hair and is very beautiful, forgave this incident very tolerantly, which made Nohe less worried about his friend being exposed.

The children who got the indulgence time went to play in groups of three or four, some played ball, some enjoyed electronic products, and some enjoyed delicious food. In the FiveGusy burger restaurant, Nuohe, Kantan and Alina were eating burgers together. While chewing on the unique mustard beef burger, Kantan complained: "Nohe, you are too disrespectful!"

"Teacher Magiya is very gentle, this kind of thing is not worth worrying about."

Noah took a bite of the beef burger with jalapeños on his left hand and pickled peppers from Huaxia. His right hand kept writing English on the tablet on the table. He was in contact with his editor to discuss revisions. and publishing.

The serious boy in front of him drove Kang Tan crazy. He took a bite of the burger and said, "I don't think that's the point."

Nuohe stopped his hands and pondered, looked up at Kang Tan, tilted his head and asked in doubt: "Is my posture wrong at that time? Do you want me to kick your **** hard next time, Mr. Kang Tan?"

Snapped!

Kang Tan covered his face fiercely, lying on the table almost powerlessly: "Oh, you devil! Why are you obsessed with such a **** taste in speech!"

"I don't know, and I don't dare to think about it." Nuohe shrugged, and said lazily: "But man, you have to get used to it."