Chapter 91： small baby bag

A small bag cut from old fabric was slung cross-body on Xiaoxiao's shoulder. The small bag and the little man were just right.

Xiaoxiao giggled, she had her own small bag, which made her very happy.

"The little baby has a small bag, the little baby is carrying a small bag, hehe, hahaha..."

The little man covered his mouth and snickered, but the cheerful laughter could not be hidden, and slipped out of his fingers, making everyone feel her happiness.

Touching her little head, Xu Ang said to her, "Then why don't you thank Uncle Zhang?"

Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously.

She wanted to thank her, she definitely wanted to thank her. The small bag that Uncle Zhang gave her was so beautiful, and there was a cute puppy made of colorful rags on it, which was deeply appreciated.

As a little baby who calls herself a puppy, there is nothing more in line with her temperament than such a small bag.

Zhang Ming gave her such a gift, and the little baby was very grateful to him, for the kind of gratitude from his eighth-generation ancestors.

"Uncle Zhang, the little baby likes you so much." Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand to Zhang Ming and said seriously, "I won't talk about your crying in the future. Come, let's pull the hook. The hook cannot be changed for a hundred years."

Zhang Ming looked helpless.

This hateful child, you have already said whether it is good or not.

Xu Ang looked at the small satchel. Although it was made of worn-out old clothes, the craftsmanship of the bag maker is superb. This bag may not be inferior to the famous brand bags in the brand store.

Especially the puppy made of rags, its vivid appearance is very attractive.

"Sister-in-law's craftsmanship is good."

Zhang Ming smiled embarrassedly: "She used to be a seamstress. She learned craftsmanship in her teens to earn work points, and her craftsmanship is good."

Children don't understand the politeness between adults. The little baby who newly got a small bag is jumping on the spot, shouting, "It's ok, it's ok, it's ok just like my mother."

When Xu Ang saw it, he explained to Zhang Ming, "My mother used to be a tailor. She learned craftsmanship from her family when she was thirteen years old, and helped her family earn money every two cents."

After listening to Zhang Ming, he said with deep emotion: "In the past, life was hard, and it was not easy for everyone."

Patting him on the shoulder, Xu Ang said to him, "It was really hard in the past, but now things are getting better, we should look forward."

"You guys are still thinking about sweet memories?" Lao Meng held Xu Ang's hand aside, "Tell me about you, it's been a long time since you went back to school, you have the final exam, you know? Don't you think Let me tell you, our school is very strict academically, even if you fail too many college entrance examinations, you will be dismissed."

Speaking of studies, Xu Ang is also helpless.

"It's not that I don't want to go to school, it's really inseparable."

It's not that easy to have to do a career and take care of your studies at the same time.

It would be fine if Xu Ang was a true learner, but he wasn't. He wasn't as good as a learner, and he could pass exams even if he didn't go to class.

"Lao Meng, you can't really think about it. I plan to donate one million to the school to build a library."

Lao Meng really wanted to slap him. Are we short of a million-dollar school?

Then, Xu Ang added: "By the way, does the school charge US dollars?"

"receive!"

Lao Meng got excited immediately.

"How can you not accept it! You kid earns U.S. dollars, and you don't even know how much the country lacks U.S. dollars. The compatriots in China work day and night to make 100 million shirts to replace them with a plane. We don't want it to happen again."

Xu Ang clapped: "Just accept it, I donate the money, but you have to find someone to repair the library yourself."

"That's for sure."

Lao Meng didn't tell Xu Ang, even if you want to study your own school, you won't let it.

With a million dollars to build a library, who is so prodigal except you, the school will definitely not be able to do it anyway.

Chong Lao Meng winked, Xu Ang asked him, "Then what about my final exam?"

Lao Meng said: "When you came, the school leaders had already taken into account your special situation, so they told me to make a social practice survey report, preferably about the financial aspects of the United States. Anyway, your studies are also In this regard, it is good to apply what you have learned.”

Xu Angpin said, "Okay, Lao Meng, I've learned to cheat people."

"How can it be called a pit for scholars?"

Lao Meng protested angrily.

"It was you who mentioned donating to the school to build the library, and I didn't ask you to do that."

"I can tell that Kong Yiji in Master Lu's writing has a prototype."

Xu Ang laughed at Lao Meng, and Lao Meng became more and more angry: "How can you contaminate people's innocence out of thin air!"

"Ha! What white?"

Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at Lao Meng, her pure eyes blinking.

"What does Uncle Meng want to kiss?"

Zhang Ming almost couldn't help laughing.

This abominable child has set his sights on Lao Meng. He doesn't know what to plan for Lao Meng, but he is smart enough to buy the child with a small bag.

"It's innocence, not a kiss."

The teacher's professional habits made Lao Meng try to correct Xiaoxiao, but he forgot that your seriousness may not be effective in the eyes of children.

"It's not white, it's not white, the little baby is not white at all, you don't want to kiss the little baby."

Hiding behind Ge Ge, holding Ge Ge's calf, Xiaoxiao sticks out her little head to guard against Lao Meng, so she is worried that Uncle Meng will kiss her.

"The baby's face is only for mother and pigeon to kiss, not for you. If you kiss me, I will tell the police uncle and let the police uncle arrest you."

Xiaoying's mother was well educated, so that the little ones have a sense of self-protection since childhood.

Lao Meng is depressed When did I say I was going to kiss you?

Besides, my Lao Meng is also a professor at Svensman University. Looking at my well-dressed appearance, do you think I am so unapproachable?

Lao Meng began to doubt himself. He remembered that when he was young, he was also a handsome guy. Most of the girls liked him. Now that people are middle-aged, they should have a little more mature charm. Children hate it.

Could it be that I am disabled?

This is impossible!

Xiaoxiao didn't know that she had successfully caused an uncle to have self-doubt. She happily followed Pigeon out, standing beside the track of the gymnasium, watching Pigeon swish past like the wind.

"Pigeon, run, pigeon, run!"

Two little hands were raised above their heads, and a little boy kept jumping on the spot, cheering pigeon pigeons with her cute little milk voice.

Today, Xu Ang came to the gym at Zhang Ming's request to test his 100-meter running speed again to see how changes in his body affect his speed.

He suddenly jumped ten or twenty centimeters. Even with Zhang Ming's assurance, the leaders of the track and field center would still be worried.

This time the test is to reassure their hearts and let them put their hearts in their stomachs. After all, it is not long before the game in District 11.

"Nine seconds seventy-four!"

It was 0.01 seconds faster than Xu Ang's own world record. What does it mean?

It shows that Xu Ang's strength has become stronger again. The increase in height has indeed had an impact on his speed, but it has not slowed him down, but made him faster.

The leaders in the stands beamed with joy and applauded Xu Ang vigorously. If they knew that Xu Ang didn't use all his strength at all, and ran with all his strength, their smiles would be even brighter.