Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 186 Kite with a Broken String
If Rosie dared to speak back again, she would be close to beating her.

Rosie could only press her lips tightly, and silently greeted the eighteenth generation of the other party's ancestors, but her face became honest and cowardly.

Seeing that Rosie didn't dare to say anything, the other party cursed a few more times, feeling bored, and returned to the kitchen holding the fire stick.

Pooh!This old guy is so annoying!
Rosie curled her lips and rolled her eyes fiercely, only then did she feel a little more balanced in her heart, and she wasn't so aggrieved.

What a difficult task!

Every plane can encounter strange works, the best.

"You'd better knead the dough and chop the steamed buns! I'll light the fire." Rosie took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen bravely. The original owner's father added firewood without raising his head.

Kneading the dough was laborious, but Rosie felt that it was much easier than lighting a fire, so she readily agreed, rolled up her sleeves, and walked towards the chopping board after washing her hands.

……

At noon on Sunday, in a farmyard.

A middle-aged man was sitting on a stool, holding a brick-red bicycle inner tube in his left hand, and an iron washboard in his right hand. While frowning and rubbing the inner tube, he started to repeat the curse pattern:
"The bicycle was replaced with a new tire just before school started. After riding it once, it broke like this. I really admire you!"

"Tell me about you. How expensive are the tires? It's like eating tires. Who can afford you?"

"What big things can I expect from you? You can't even start a fire."

"It's really water in a saucer - you can see the bottom at a glance! You, you will have no future in this life, and your studies will be in vain..."

The other party looked up at the sky from time to time, then at Rosie, and cursed intermittently for a long time.

Rosie stood aside, fanning each other with a fan, her mind wandering.

What the other party said, she went in the left ear and out the right ear.

"...If you didn't bother me endlessly and offered to come back next weekend to help me pull the corn in the field, I wouldn't bother to fix your tire! Next time the tire bursts, don't look for me, You have to find a way to make up for it yourself!"

snort!The next time the tire breaks, you will make it up!
Who knows that there is still a lot of farm work at home, waiting for my help.

Rosie thought dissatisfied.

……

Pushing the bicycle out of the house, Rosie took out a folded A4 paper from her school bag while no one was around, opened it and checked it again, with a puzzled smile on her face.

"Those idiots would never have thought that this would be my own handwriting, tsk tsk, look at how unique the characters are written in hard pen! What kind of parents are you looking for when you can do it yourself, heh!"

Having seen enough, she folded it up again, put it in her schoolbag, and pedaled her bicycle, Rosie rushed towards the school without looking back.

It's getting late, and if you don't step hard, you won't be able to catch up with the evening self-study.

When Rosie arrived in town and pushed the bicycle to a distant relative's house, she ran towards the school.

The sun has set, and it's almost time for self-study at this point.

I hurriedly ran into the school to have a look, and saw the shadows of every student in the entire campus, but the faint sound of reading was faintly heard from the teaching building.

It seems that I have already studied in the evening, but I haven’t attended the evening self-study yet!

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief, put her schoolbag and satchel towards the door of the dormitory, and ran to the classroom.

In the classroom, everyone is holding books and reading aloud, looking serious.

"Who's going to get the dormitory key, give me one, and I'll put down my things?" Rosie mustered up her courage, stood on the podium, faced the whole class, and asked in a low voice.

"Confucius said: Three people must have my teacher, choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones..."

"What, my special, what? is..."

"The Cave Man is a late Homo sapiens..."

"The sky has the sun, the moon, the stars, and the stars, and the earth has the mountains, rivers, mausoleums, and valleys!..."

Rosie's voice was drowned out by the sound of reading.

No one answered her.

"Snapped!"

Rosie approached the podium and clapped it hard.

It was finally quiet.

Looking at everyone's unanimous surprise, Rosie put on a wooden face, pretending to be calm and asked again: "Who is holding the dormitory key, please give me, I will open the dormitory door and put down the things."

"Oh, I'll take it!" A girl with a low ponytail, a white shirt with a lotus leaf collar, and a narrow forehead said with a smile.

Rosie walked over and took the key from the other party. Before leaving, she turned her head and looked at the other party carefully, and found that she was a very good-looking girl.

The eyebrows sweep the half-curved crescent moon, and the star eyes are like spots of paint.

The face is like a lotus calyx, and the lips are like cherries.

On the whole, it doesn't look like the other girls in the class have immature faces.

Just like this, she looks more temperamental, and she looks amazing.

When she arrived at the dormitory, she opened the door. Rosie entered the dormitory with her satchel, closed the door, and drew the curtains.

Then she took out a quilt from Linglong's portable space, folded the thin, translucent quilt she brought back to school, and spread it under the mattress.

The original owner was covered with such a thin quilt in the winter, almost freezing to death.

Rosie doesn't want to suffer this!

After thinking about it, I took out some vacuum-packed chicken feet, chicken legs, quail eggs, bread, biscuits, milk, etc. from the space, put them in a satchel, and transferred the steamed buns in the satchel to a thin, transparent In the cloth bag.

Then hang both bags on the wall within their own area.

After putting down the quilt, opening the curtains, and locking the dormitory door, Rosie picked up her schoolbag and prepared to go to the classroom.

When he arrived at the classroom, he returned the key to the girl, said thank you, returned to his seat, put his schoolbag in the table frame, and before he could sit still, Pocky Pocky walked into the classroom.

I saw him standing on the podium in a spirited manner, with his hands behind his back, his chin raised, and he looked around the classroom, frowning casually, with a look full of melancholy.

"Quiet, don't read it now!" He waved his hands in front of him, and when everyone stopped reading, he bit the dead skin on the corner of his mouth and asked, "The blackboard newspaper at the back, the school will let you read it this week. Take action, did you all do this when you were in elementary school? Is there any little expert in this field who took care of this matter?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one looks at the teacher.

They all acted deaf and no one responded to him.

"Is there any? There are talents in this field, let me see how many there are!"

classmates:……

"Head teacher, I know a little bit. When I was in elementary school, I arranged the theme, content, illustrations, etc. of the weekly blackboard newspaper. I think I should be able to do this..." class leader Pingtouge Li Bingbing, surprised everyone In his eyes, he stood up and watched Fat Pocky talking boastfully.

Before he finished rambling, Fat Pocky pointed at him and said affirmatively: "I chose you as the squad leader. I really did see the right person. I will leave this matter to you!"

Rosie: →_→

Cut, he likes to talk big, this guy weighs a few pounds, and Rosie still understands it through the memory of the original owner.

Apart from better handwriting, there is only arrogance and domineering and nonsense.

(End of this chapter)