bamboo horse so white

Lin Xiao has become more popular recently.

Ever since he won the National High School Martial Arts Competition, he has been in full swing in school, and his popularity among girls has also been rising steadily.

So the alarm bells ring loudly in someone's head.

When get out of class was over, a girl approached Lin Xiao and came to his seat.

"Lin Xiao, can I compare your hands, I want to see how small my hands are."

It was obvious to strike up a conversation, but Lin Xiao didn't think much about it, and directly reached out to give the girl a high five.

"Clap" sound.

Zhang Mi, who was sitting by the side, had a gloomy expression as he witnessed the high five between the girl and Lin Xiao.

He suddenly said to Lin Xiao, "I'll compare with you too."

Lin Xiao froze for a while, then stretched out his hand to Zhang Mi to give him a high-five.

At the moment when the two clapped their hands, Zhang Mi followed Lin Xiao's fingers and wrapped his hand tightly in his palm.

He looked at the girl standing beside him with warning in his eyes.

In the second year of high school, the evening self-study was too boring, so Lin Xiao asked his deskmate Zhang Mi to play Jiugongge.

After half a night of self-study, Zhang Mi finally pushed away Lin Xiao's cheeky face and rushed to homework.

Lin Xiao couldn't be entangled, bored, and took out his mobile phone from the table hole.

Take this out, but the sky thunders and the ground fires, and the long drought meets the rain.

Red envelopes are distributed in the group!

Lin Xiao was caught off guard, his dexterous fingers flew up and down, wishing he could have more hands.

Too involved, not lucky.

Just when Lin Xiao was on the verge of collapse, a gentle voice came from outside the window.

"Lin Xiao, your hand speed is not good, how about copying the school rules 50 times to practice?"

The teacher in charge had a smile on his face, just like the spring breeze.

That night, Lin Xiao copied the school rules at Zhang Mi's house and stayed up until the early hours of the morning.

Lin Xiao was late the next day, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he sat in the last row of the classroom.

He hadn't had breakfast yet, and he was very hungry and miserable.

Suddenly, the person in front turned around and gave him a bag of steamed buns through the crack of the table.

"Zhang Mi passed it to you, eat carefully."

Lin Xiao took the bun carefully, feeling touched in his heart.

Then temporarily forgive Zhang Mi for throwing away his love letter a few days ago.

Lin Xiao used the head of the classmate in front of him as a cover, flexibly swayed his body with the shaking of the classmate, and quietly ate the buns.

Gradually, he found that a girl next to his seat was staring at him, seemingly very hungry.

Lin Xiao relented, so he handed her one of the buns in the bag.

At this time, the teacher standing in front suddenly came to him.

He hurriedly stuffed the bun bag into the table hole.

"Lin Xiao, it's fine if you eat the buns, so don't give the buns to the teacher!"

Recently, in order to practice some martial arts movements that the juvenile body is temporarily unable to do, he has been doing muscle-building exercises.

No, sick.

His stomach hurts and his head hurts too. Lin Xiao is not a person who likes to take medicine. Recently, he has been locked up at home by his mother, and he is in great pain.

Finally, Zhang Mi came.

Lin Xiao had never wanted to see Zhang Mi so much, so he put on his mask and jacket and followed Zhang Mi outside.

Lin Xiao's mother agreed with them to go to the supermarket near their home.

Looking at the dazzling array of food in the supermarket, Lin Xiao was so hungry.

Recently, either the clear soup or the lack of water, Lin Xiao suspected that he could turn into a crane with just one breath.

Fade out the birds are coming.

Taking advantage of Zhang Mi's inattention, Lin Xiao picked out a lot of junk food and secretly stuffed it under the shopping cart.

Looking at the temperament that has been with him for many years, Zhang Mi is definitely not a boy, so it is better for him to strike first.

Finally, I arrived at the cashier with a thrill.

Zhang Mi stepped forward with her long legs, turned sideways and walked to the front, sorting the things at the cash register.

"These, these, these... don't want them, he has a stomachache."

Seeing that the food that had been smuggled here was swept away, Lin Xiao was so angry that his eyes turned red.

The cashier looked funny, so he deliberately turned to Lin Xiao and asked, "Is there anything else you want to refund?"

Lin Xiao yelled.

"Get him back!"

In the evening, the sky is faintly illuminated by colorful clouds, and a group of small sparrows are standing on the telephone poles, chirping and chirping.

Lin Xiao squatted at the door of his house, with the evening breeze blowing, and kept tapping his fingers on the computer keyboard.

Make up homework.

The little chubby dun'er was squatting in front of him, playing with the top, and while twitching the top, he was muttering something about the warrior, with his little butt pouted.

Straight.

Insiders look at the doorway, while laymen watch the excitement.The long-haired dog wagged its tail and stuck out its tongue.

Lin Xiao felt sad in his heart, squeezed out some pitiful words from his head, thought about something wrong, and then frantically pressed the delete button.

The cycle went on and on, and finally the computer ran out of power.

Lin Xiao raised his head and looked at the little buttocks in front of him.

"Pang, help me get the charger."

The long-haired dog barked.

Little Pang Dun'er put down the spinning top in his hand, and turned his head aggrieved: "I'm not chubby."

Lin Xiao waved his hand and clapped the buttocks of the chubby boy.

"Aren't you chubby? Why are you not chubby?"

The author has something to say:

The little chubby dun'er charged [-] cents more, he may have a lot of roles ('Dad' rubs his chin)