Chapter 422

Seeing Zhang yingxuan's face turn red gradually, Su Xiangli, a just partner, decides to use the skill: Lu Zhengkang flies!

"Come on, sing!"

Lu Zhengkang shook his head. He didn't like to do repetitive things.

Su Xiangli pursed her lips and stood up, "a grape tree in front of Amen..." She repeated it all over again. The lyrics and the tune were right.

When she began to sing, other children also sang with the beat, but compared with Lu Zhengkang, the scene was much more chaotic. Zhang yingxuan on the stage suddenly bowed his head in a daze, ran down in a hurry and shrank into the corner of the class.

Qiu Qiongzhu was puzzled and said, "why didn't he come here? His position is here..."

Su Xiang didn't finish singing, but she stopped singing. She turned to see Zhang yingxuan. The young man was lying on the table, his head buried in his arms, and his little suit trembled slightly.

Lu Zhengkang pulls Su Xiangli back to his seat. At this time, the head teacher introduces himself to Zhang yingxuan on the stage, and then calls him on the 15th. He doesn't embarrass Zhang yingxuan. Lu Zhengkang got up, slipped out, ran to the position beside Zhang yingxuan and sat down.

Lu Zhengkang gently hugged the boy's shoulder, "Xuanxuan, stupid? Are you ok? "

Zhang yingxuan slightly side head, his tears blurred face rushed to Lu Zhengkang, he incoherently choked: "I am not very useless?"

Lu Zhengkang looked around, but no one noticed except a few teachers. So he took out a small handkerchief from his coat pocket. The plain square towel was soft, and he wiped Zhang yingxuan's face and blew his nose.

"It's OK. You're great. They won't listen anyway, as long as a few of us know about you. " Lu Zhengkang comforted his little companion awkwardly.

On the 16th, Qiu Qiongzhu came on stage. Su Xiangli also came to Zhang yingxuan. She didn't speak, but tried to show her worried expression. Just like her mother, the little girl didn't know what care was. She just wanted to do something to make Zhang yingxuan become that cheerful young man in a suit.

Zhang yingxuan puts his hands on his face, which is a subconscious imitation of his father. He has more than once secretly seen his father sitting on the sofa, his face buried in the palm of his hand, his body bowing and silent. The light of the projector illuminates his father's body in the dark. His vague outline is like a solemn sculpture or a tombstone.

But Zhang yingxuan's hand is too small. He can only hold down half of his face, which is a little funny. Lu Zhengkang sees that he is adjusting himself and his mood is relaxed.

When Zhang yingxuan put down his hand, he was the upright little old-fashioned man again. But there is still some red eyes, eyes wet, as if the morning fog dispute lake.

Su Xiangli stares big eyes. What kind of magic is this?

Qiu Qiongzhu on the stage talks to herself, regardless of the noise of the children, and then steps down without any procrastination.

Qiu narrowed her eyes and raised her face. She couldn't see any emotion. She went to her own position and sat down until she found that her friends had moved. She stood up again and ran to Lu Zhengkang to sit down.

Lu Zhengkang gave her a thumbs up, "nice!"

Qiu Qiongzhu also said, "Gracias!"

Lu Zhengkang is confused. Does she speak Spanish? Can you still play the tongue?!

I'm surprised!

……

At the end of the day's class, Lu Zhengkang had some aftertaste of afternoon tea, saying that it was afternoon tea, but it was impossible to really drink tea for children. They drank pure milk with high calcium and low fat, a piece of 20 grams of tiramisu, two pieces of walnut crisp, and some milk flavor molars.

In the era of abundant means of production, thrift is still a good social trend. Children can eat all their meals, and their meals will be back up and recorded. By then, they will be supplied on demand, which can further reduce waste.

Lu Zhengkang is still the child who eats the most.

They all say that it's a blessing to be able to eat, but the teachers are still worried about Lu Zhengkang's weight. A life teacher repeatedly asked Lu Zhengkang if he was full, saying that Lu Zhengkang didn't want to eat.

Su Xiangli, who is not cute, does not hesitate to laugh at Lu Zhengkang as a big loser.

Lu Zhengkang's face turned red with anger. "How can you impute people's innocence out of thin air? Can the matter of growing up be called a bucket? I just ate a little more, how can I become a bucket of rice... " Then there was another difficult talk about nutrition and physiology, which made everyone laugh and filled the dining hall with a happy atmosphere.

After school, Lu Zhengkang, Su Xiangli, Qiu Qiongzhu, and Zhang yingxuan walked together. Lu Zhengkang is in the front, Su Xiangli is on his right hand, Zhang yingxuan is half behind him on his left hand, and Qiu Qiongzhu is honest in the middle of Zhang yingxuan and Lu Zhengkang.

Su Xiangli pulled Lu Zhengkang's sleeve, "you perform another one."

Lu Zhengkang is helpless, "which one?"

"That's it."

Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath and sighed slowly, "No."

"Come on, one more!"

“…… Well, just once. " Lu Zhengkang felt humiliated, and then he was shocked, "how can you pollute people's innocence out of thin air! Can the matter of growing body be called a bucket? I just ate a little bit more... ""Ha ha ha ha ha!" Su Xiang is so far away from the children that he can only live on hearing aids for the rest of his life.

Zhang yingxuan exclaimed, "it's really Lu Zhengkang. I searched it just now. Lu Xun said this passage."

Lu Zhengkang er for a while, "can't be regarded as what he said, I'm a model of what he said."

"Cool!" × 3

the younger brother is waiting at the door. It's amazing that parents are reluctant to part with each other in the morning, but robots are the basic ones to pick up their children after school, which leads to some children's grievances.

Zhang yingxuan's robot is black and red, middle-aged male voice, Mr. Bai.

It's a straight line. Even the expression is ('_ Yes.

Qiu Qiongzhu's robot is blue and white color matching, mechanical and electronic sound, very punk sense, is a rare home five test version on the market. It's called TT Zai, and its naming style is not under baiyangyangzhen.

The capsule train can't hold four children and four machines, so they plan to take the city air track after discussing to go home together.

The nearest air rail station is on the edge of the school district. It takes half an hour to walk, so I take the bus first. After making an appointment at the station, the flying bus will arrive within ten seconds.

The public transportation in the city is free, which makes Lu Zhengkang like very much. Although it was not expensive to take the bus, it took a while to get on the bus to put in money or scan the code. People were in a hurry, especially in rainy days.

The first half of the car is for people, and the second half is for robot station. Lu Zhengkang's 2235 bus can accommodate 20 people and 40 robots at most.

On the 17th of this year's Mid Autumn Festival, several senior students on the bus were discussing the holiday, while the adults mentioned the city wide screen show.

Su Xiangli: "Lu Zhengkang, will you come to me on Mid Autumn Festival?"

Lu Zhengkang is lazy, "not good."

"Well! Do you want to eat the moon cake I made myself? "

Qiu Qiongzhu raised her hand silently, "I, I..."

Lu Zhengkang: "eh, do you really know how to make moon cakes? I doubt your skill

Su Xiangli sniffs, picks out his cell phone library and signals Lu Zhengkang to look at it carefully.

In the picture, the light is bright and clean. On the white dining table, there is a round black glazed plum blossom plate. In the plate, there are three pieces of white waxy ice skin moon cakes with Fu characters. It's not delicious, but it's really good-looking.

"What did you do? OK, I accept your invitation Lu Zhengkang's mouth was so bald that he almost didn't let out his saliva.