When Meng Xiaobei woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the nurse changing his grandfather's dressing. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping here.

Maybe the doctor wanted Zhao Muqing to have a good rest, so the medicine injected probably contained sleeping ingredients.

Not long after Meng Xiaobei woke up, Zhao Muqing fell asleep again.

After staying here all morning, Meng Xiaobei didn't take the opportunity to explain his fight.

The idle nurse turned down the volume of the TV. Meng Xiaobei had nothing to do, so he took the remote control and started watching TV.

There were only a few TV channels in the hospital, and there was nothing to watch at this time. Meng Xiaobei leaned on his chair and changed channels one by one, finally stopping at the news program on Nandu Channel.

The female anchor on the TV is reporting the news.

There is road maintenance somewhere, drivers please remember to take a detour;

Illegal constructions everywhere have been forcibly demolished;

There was a commotion among the square dancing aunties fighting for space somewhere;

The sewers in the residential area are clogged, and the management office has been complained by the owners;

A food illegal workshop somewhere was reported, and the boss and a worker were arrested...

It was so boring. Meng Xiaobei stared at the TV in a daze, wondering in his mind that there were workers in such a small illegal food workshop, and the worker still stuttered.

Also, who else can you find to work in a place like this?

Thinking about it, I feel very lucky. If she hadn't listened to her grandfather and went to No. 3 Middle School, she might still be helping Uncle Qiu collect rent and fight with others...

stammer?

stammer!

Meng Xiaobei sat upright suddenly, grabbed the remote control and turned up the sound of the TV. His eyes were fixed on the worker on the TV who was half blocked by the boss.

His fingers involuntarily grasped the remote control.

The news was very short, the protagonist was the boss, and the supporting worker didn’t even have a frontal shot, but Meng Xiaobei still recognized it.

In the past ten years or so, apart from Uncle Qiu, the person she was most familiar with was Shitou.

The news quickly finished and moved on to the next one. Meng Xiaobei still sat upright in his chair and stared at the TV screen, his mind buzzing.

It wasn't until grandpa snorted softly in his sleep that Meng Xiaobei came back to his senses and turned down the TV volume.

It's a stone, it must be a stone!

Although the clothes on the man's body were a little shabby and he looked a little dirty, and he was only half a figure passing by, she was still sure that it was a stone.

Didn't he run away?

Didn’t he secretly take Sledgehammer’s private money and run away?

Didn’t he say he wanted to go back to his hometown?

It’s been running for a quarter!

Why are you still here? And in such a black workshop!

Meng Xiaobei closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair suddenly.

She always felt that Shitou must have fled back to his hometown, the home in the west that he talked about from time to time.

At that time, she occasionally felt happy for him. No matter how miserable Shi Shi's life was, at least he had parents waiting anxiously for him.

Now I suddenly saw the stone appearing in front of me in such a way.

Meng Xiaobei felt a little unacceptable.

Zhao Muqing's condition was temporarily under control, and there was nothing unusual about his body.

Looking at the time, she should still be able to catch the last class in the morning. Although she had asked for leave from her class teacher early in the morning, Meng Xiaobei returned to school and went directly to the Class 10 classroom.

Li Xiaoxiao, her deskmate, excitedly revealed the news to her that the school was going to hold a painting competition, and the winning works would be exhibited at the Creative Exhibition Center. At that time, the famous Mr. Miya Qijing would come to Nandu to see the exhibition, and outstanding works might be selected for his selection.

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Li Xiaoxiao has always been interested in painting, and her paintings are actually pretty good. Before Meng Xiaobei came, her paintings were among the best in the class. Since she saw Meng Xiaobei's paintings, her deskmate has become

The master of painting in her mind.

"How about it? This is a rare opportunity, are you interested in participating?" Li Xiaoxiao blinked her round eyes, waiting for her to nod.

"It's quite rare, but I'm not interested in participating," Meng Xiaobei raised his right hand to indicate that it was inconvenient for him.

Li Xiaoxiao said regretfully, "Hey," but still refused to give up and mobilized her, "You can draw slowly and with gentle force. Otherwise, it would be boring for me to participate alone."

Meng Xiaobei couldn't resist her, so he searched in his schoolbag and pulled out a drawing he had sketched in his spare time. "I'm really inconvenient now, otherwise I can use my previous works."

Li Xiaoxiao took Meng Xiaobei's drawing and looked straight at it. Although it was a rough draft, a knowledgeable person would know at a glance that his skills were extraordinary.

Class 10 English is taught by Lu Huiru, and the last class in the morning happens to be her English class.

Because Meng Xiaobei came directly to class and did not go back to the dormitory to change clothes, he was wearing a casual hoodie, a plaid shirt and a cashmere vest underneath. He threw on a coat casually, with the buttons unbuttoned, and his hair was from sleeping.

I didn't have time to comb it after sleeping, so it looks a bit fluffy and messy.

She lazily leaned against the corner with her head lowered and her hands on her knees, holding a micro editor (for programmers only).

Lu Huiru was in Class 10 and was always very perfunctory.

After listening to the first few sentences, Meng Xiaobei knew the scope of her class. For her, instead of spending time listening to her talk about things she was already familiar with, she might as well seize the time to study the procedures and how to solve the problem of the Education Bureau.

The hacker attack faced by the Public Security Bureau this time is an urgent matter.

Lu Huiru had long disliked Meng Xiaobei. Now she saw her looking slovenly, with her head lowered and not listening to her lectures. She was making small movements with her hands. The feeling of being disrespected came back to her.

There is trouble in her mind.

Hook-like eyes flicked towards Meng Xiaobei.

"Xiaobei, Xiaobei." Li Xiaoxiao touched her gently.

Everyone immediately looked at Meng Xiaobei, and some people in the class began to whisper and talk to each other.

Lu Huiru threw the book onto the podium with a bang.

She was extremely impatient with Meng Xiaobei. Liu Yong, a student in her class, who originally had good grades, was punished by the school for this fight, which made him so depressed that he even forgot to hand in his homework for the past two days.

Although the school determined that Meng Xiaobei was not at fault, Lu Huiru still blamed her for the incident more or less.

There was a commotion at work, and Lu Huiru exploded like a powder keg: "Meng Xiaobei! Stand up!"

Meng Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, then he slowly installed the micro-editor, stood up in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, looked at Lu Huiru, put one hand in his pocket, and said coolly, "You called me?"

"Get out of here!" Lu Huiru said angrily, "You have disrupted all the discipline in the class!"

"Teacher Lu, I didn't speak or move, so why did I disrupt class discipline?"

"You play games in class, and you still use forceful words!"

"I didn't disturb other people, right?" Meng Xiaobei said calmly, "Isn't it a violation of discipline to not listen to your lecture?"
Chapter completed!