Peerless Junior Uncle

Son, walked to He Tingge's feet and rubbed He Tingge's trousers, then looked up at him again,

He Tingge hugged it with both hands, and the little fox nestled neatly between He Tingge's arms, wrapping itself with its fluffy tail, really like a little white ball,

"Why is he back again?" Fu Qingcheng's voice came from behind. He Tingge turned his head to see that Fu Qingcheng was coming down the stairs. He looked at the little thing in He Tingge's arms inexplicably.

He Tinge said: "He was there when I came down. I don't know when he came back. Didn't he leave with his parents last night?"

Fu Qingcheng came over, reached out and touched the little fox's head, the little fox rubbed its head against Fu Qingcheng's palm, very well-behaved, Fu Qingcheng thought for a while: "It should be an adult fox that made it come back,"

"Why?" He Tingge was a little surprised,

"In such a cold day, even snow foxes can hardly find food. Maybe there is a chance of heavy snowfall. Like that night, it is not impossible to freeze to death. I guess the old fox thinks that the little fox can have enough food and clothing here, so he decided did not take it away,"

He Tinge thought about it, the fox was really thin last night, maybe he really felt that he couldn't raise the little fox, so he left the little fox as a last resort, maybe it's been watching around for the past few days, it was here last night Farewell to little fox....

"Don't worry, we will take care of you," Fu Qingcheng patted the little fox's head comfortingly: "Don't be afraid," the little fox seemed to understand, and rubbed his head against Fu Qingcheng's palm,

"I really want to keep it." Seeing the timid look of the little fox, He Tingge couldn't bear it: "Forget it, let's keep it as a pet."

Fu Qingcheng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Give him to Yihuan,"

He Tingge blinked: "Why?"

Fu Qingcheng said with a smile: "Before Yihuan has always liked Master's little black, I promised to give him one, but I have never had the time to go to Tianshan to look for that ferret, why not give this snow fox to Yihuan."

He Tingge thought for a while, then nodded: "Alright, Yihuan has lived with Mu Lan for a while, let's go there tomorrow."

Fu Qingcheng nodded: "Well, I haven't seen that little dumpling for a long time, and I miss it, and so does your uncle, so you just leave your nephew to someone else?"

He Tingge was helpless: "The child won't let go when he sees Mu Lan. In front of Mu Lan, my uncle doesn't have much sense of existence......"

[Special episode]: Campus chapter: Haiyang CP

Although it is said that school starts in autumn, Haitang does not feel that the weather in September is autumn at all. Apart from the cool temperature in the morning, it is too hot to go out at noon.

Holding the steamed stuffed bun bought from the cafeteria in his hand, he walked to the classroom biting one bite at a time. As always, he walked to the teaching building before the morning self-study class ended. The first and second floors were full of liberal arts classes. I saw a few schoolmasters who just came back from memorizing concepts on the playground, and they were still muttering while walking the stairs: The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky...

Haitang twitched the corners of his lips, as if he had been there before,

Ignoring the reciting sound in my ears, I went up to the third floor, turned my footsteps and walked towards the last classroom on the left. Unlike the noisy first and second floors, the third floor is quiet only with the sound of flipping books.

As usual, I pushed open the door, lifted my feet back and closed the door, and then slowly prepared to walk to my seat,

"Haitang, you've woken up,"

Today, in the extraordinarily quiet classroom, head teacher Liu Jianbo's characteristic Mandarin was heard. Haitang stiffened his neck, coughed awkwardly, looked at the head teacher who was a head shorter than himself, and said with a smile: "No, no,"

"Then go to sleep," Liu Jianbo seemed to have just come from behind, and said with a bit of sarcasm,

Haitang subconsciously glanced at his seat at the back, only to see that there was a person sitting on the seat at the same table that had been vacant all along.

Haitang rubbed his nose in embarrassment, refuting the teacher. He never did such things. If the teacher wanted to scold him, he would scold him. It didn't hurt anyway. If scolding was boring, he would leave naturally. He wouldn't lose arms or legs, either.

Sure enough, Liu Jianbo didn't bother to waste time with a dead dog like him. He turned around and said to the man who was at the same table as Haitang: "Sit here for a few days. I'll see the situation next week and then adjust the seat."

As soon as the seats were adjusted, the students in the surrounding area began to discuss, because they were not familiar with the arts and sciences just now, and although it has been a week, they have only known a few people around them, and this seat adjustment requires changing the same table... .

"Okay, let's go to self-study quietly," Liu Jianbo said, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

With the sound of closing the door, Haitang twitched his lips and walked back. He threw the book on the table before he got his seat. It has nothing to do with him to adjust the seat or something. He will be in the last row again. Left and right issues, as the only art student in the science class, Haitang said that he was under pressure,

"Hey, Haitang," Yin Sheng, who was not far away from him, squeezed his throat and called him, Haitang frowned, thinking there was no need to keep his voice down,

He took out a small item wrapped in a napkin from his pocket and threw it over,

Yin Sheng caught it with a smile: "It's all done,"

"No, I checked the accommodation last night, half of it was done, let's do it another day," Haitang kicked the stool and sat down, half of his face was covered by the tall books on the table,

"Success," Yin Sheng nodded, "Thanks."

He stretched out his long legs and kicked the stool of the classmate in front of him: "Hey, what do you charge after class?"

The female classmate turned her face impatiently: "Physics exercise book, biology notes, don't kick my stool next time, I haven't finished it yet, borrow someone else's," the girl continued to go back to fill in her own exercise book ,

Haitang didn't say a word, he looked around with his mouth curled up, he seemed to be filling it out, as for the few top students sitting in front, Haitang didn't know him well, and he didn't want to borrow them.

"Why don't you do it yourself," said the silent person next to him coldly,

Haitang is not good at communicating with unfamiliar people, so at first he ignored the new tablemate beside him, but now he heard this sentence suddenly, his brows frowned, Haitang, who has never learned much, thought this sentence was quite ironic Means, suddenly unhappy, you don’t care if I do it or not, really,

Haitang glanced at the person on the left, there were a few books to be read on the table, the schoolbag was placed in the table hole, the slightly long black bag strap fell out of the table hole a little, and hung on the light blue jeans,

The same school uniform, but it looks a little newer than mine, with arms resting on the table, holding a pen and preparing to fill in the exercise book, dark blue and white matching school uniform sleeves flattened at the elbows, up, white shirt collar, open Two buttons, the exposed skin on the neck is quite white, Haitang cursed: "Little white face,

In fact, Haitang himself is handsome, and occasionally wears his low-prescription glasses, which makes him look like a good student, but he rarely wears glasses, and occasionally wears them as a cover for dozing off in class,

And now the one on the left, with a side face against the morning sun, has edges and corners, bangs are trimmed properly, and the whole person feels very refreshing, at least Haitang has to admit that he thinks this person is clean, although he doesn't know why will come up with such a word...

Yihuan's gift

He Tingge was helpless: "The kid won't let go when he sees Mu Lan. In front of Mu Lan. My uncle doesn't have much sense of existence......"

It's no wonder. Mu Lan has a face of "you owe me money and haven't paid back" to everyone. However, she can't be said to be kind to Yi Huan, but she is also gentle and close. Even Huo Qiangu doesn't have this kind of treatment.

Before entering the door, He Tingge saw the little dumpling who was drying medicinal materials with Huo Qiangu in the yard. It was small and not as tall as Huo Qiangu's legs. He leaned in front of him and was curious about the baby's appearance: "Gugu, what is this?"

"It's poison." Huo Qiangu said seriously, "It will rot if you touch it."

Xiaotuanzi heard it. The hand that was stretched out to take it felt like it was retracted and held in his arms. He looked at the delicious-looking thing with lingering fear......

Huo Qiangu couldn't hold back being teased by this little trick. After all, he burst out laughing. He took a piece of licorice and stuffed it into Xiaotuanzi's mouth: "I lied to you."

When Xiaotuanzi heard this, Xiaotuanzi frowned and pursed his mouth, always unhappy. But when he tasted it, he found that his mouth was so sweet...

Seeing Xiaotuanzi's eyes light up, Huo Qiangu smiled: "Isn't it very sweet? Is it delicious?"

Xiaotuanzi nodded vigorously. It was delicious.

"Well, your mouth will rot in a while, and your stomach will rot too." Huo Qiangu never tires of teasing Xiaotuanzi. He poked Xiaotuanzi's belly with his hand.

When Xiaotuanzi heard this, his little face turned pale with fright. He looked down at his stomach. Will it rot...Will the snacks given by Mu Mu fall out...

"Haha...you're so funny." Huo Qiangu picked up Xiaotuanzi and kissed it fiercely: "Hey, sometimes something delicious is not necessarily a good thing. You can't just eat what others give you."

Only then did I realize that Xiaotuanzi, who had been cheated, turned his head and ignored Huo Qiangu in displeasure.

"Uncle." Xiaotuanzi shouted excitedly when he turned his head and saw his uncle.

Hearing this, Huo Qiangu also looked up and saw the two people coming in from the door. He blinked his eyes, looked back at Xiaotuanzi, and muttered: "Little heartless......"

He Tingge took a few steps to take Xiaotuanzi over. Yi Huan rubbed his arms around He Tingge's neck: "Uncle, are you here to pick me up?"

"You want to go back with me." He Tingge pinched Xiaotuanzi's fleshy face. It felt good. It seems that Mu Lan didn't take much trouble.

Yi Huan pinch