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A small bag cut out of old fabric is slung on Xiaoxiao's shoulder. The small bag fits the small person.

Xiaoxiao smiled, she has her own bag, which makes her very happy.

"The little baby has a small bag, and the little baby carries a small bag, hey hey hahaha..."

The little Ren'er secretly laughed, covering her mouth, but the cheerful laughter couldn't be hidden, slipped out of her fingers, making everyone feel her happiness.

Touching her little head and melon seeds, Xu Ang said to her: "Then you can't thank Uncle Zhang?"

Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously.

I want to thank you, I definitely want to thank you. The small bag that Uncle Zhang gave her is so beautiful, and there is a cute puppy with colorful rags on it, which is deeply understood.

As a baby who is self-proclaimed as Coyote, 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 thanked him very much, thanks to his eight generations of 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 nose in the future. Come on, let's pull the hook. The hook will not change for a hundred years."

Zhang Ming looked helpless.

This damned little boy, you have already said, OK?

Xu Ang looked at the small satchel. Although it was made of worn-out old clothes, the craftsmanship of the person who made the bag was exquisite. This bag may not be inferior to the brand-name bags in the brand store.

Especially the Coyote spliced ​​out of the broken floral cloth, the vivid appearance is very attractive.

"Sister-in-law is good at craftsmanship."

Zhang Ming smiled embarrassedly: "She used to be a tailor. She learned craftsmanship to earn work points when she was a teenager, and the craftsmanship is fine.

The politeness between adults and children don’t understand. The new baby with a small bag is bouncing on the spot, yelling, “It’s okay, it’s okay, just like my mother.”

When Xu Ang saw it, he explained to Zhang Ming: "My mother used to be a tailor. She followed her home to learn crafts when she was 13 years old, and helped the family earn money."

Zhang Ming said with deep feelings: "It used to be hard, and it was not easy for everyone."

Patting his shoulder, Xu Ang said to him: "It was really bitter before, but now things are getting better, we should look forward."

"You are still thinking about your hard work?" Lao Meng took Xu Ang's hand from the side. "You tell me how long it has been since you have been back to school. It's going to be the final exam, don't you know? Hang out, let me tell you, our school is very strict in academics, even if you, the college entrance examination champion, get out of school, you will be dismissed."

When it comes to studies, Xu Ang is also very helpless.

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

It is so easy to have to do a career and also to take care of your studies.

It is enough if Xu Ang is really learning God, but he is not, he is not as good as God, and he can handle the exam even if he doesn't go to class.

"Lao Meng, isn't it impossible to think about it? I plan to donate one million seats to the school to repair the library."

Lao Meng really wants to take a bite of him. Are we missing the one million school?

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

"Come!"

Lao Meng's enthusiasm immediately.

"How could you not accept it! You kid earns US dollars, so I don’t know how short of US dollars the country is. Compatriots in China work day and night to make 100 million shirts to replace someone’s plane. We don’t want to happen again."

Xu Ang made a decision: "Just accept it. I donate the money, but you have to find someone to fix it in the library."

"That's for sure."

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

One million dollars to build a library, no one but you is such a prodigal, the school will definitely not be able to do it anyway.

Winking at Lao Meng, Xu Ang asked him, "What about my final exam?"

Lao Meng said: "When you came here, the school leaders had already considered your special circumstances, so they told me to make a survey report on social practice, preferably on the financial aspects of the United States. Anyway, your studies are also In this regard, it is just right to apply what you have learned."

Xu Ang tasted: "Yes, Lao Meng, I have learned to cheat people."

"How can the matter of scholars be called pits?"

Lao Meng protested angrily.

"You mentioned that you donated money to the school to build the library, but I didn't ask you to do that."

"I can tell that the Kong Yiji written by Master Lu has a prototype."

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

"Ha! What white?"

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

"What is Uncle Meng going to kiss?"

Zhang Ming almost couldn't hold back a laugh.

The hateful kid was eyeing Lao Meng, and he didn't know what he would make up for Lao Meng, but he was smart and bought the child with a small bag.

"It's innocent, not a kiss."

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

"Not white, not white, the baby is not white at all, don't kiss the baby."

Hiding behind the pigeon and pigeon, holding the pigeon's calf, Xiaoxiao poked out her little head to guard against Lao Meng, worrying that Uncle Meng would kiss her.

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

Xiaoying's mother is well educated, so that young people have a sense of self-protection since childhood.

Lao Meng is depressed, when did I say I want to kiss you?

Besides, my old Meng is also a gentleman and a professor at a university at any rate. Looking at my well-dressed appearance, is it so incompatible in your eyes?

Lao Meng began to doubt himself. He remembered that when he was young, he was also a handsome guy. Most of them were liked by girls. Nowadays, people should have more mature charm in middle age. How could it become like this? Children hate it.

Could it be that I am disabled?

This cannot be done!

Xiaoxiao didn't know that she had successfully caused an uncle to have self-doubt. She happily followed the pigeons out of the house, standing by the track in the stadium, watching the pigeons whizzing past like the wind.

"Dove dove run, dove dove run!"

With two little hands raised above his head, a little bit keeps bouncing in place, cheering for the pigeon with her cute little milk sound.

Today, Xu Anglai at the Gymnasium actually responded to Zhang Ming's request to test his 100-meter running speed again to see the effect of physical changes on his speed.

Suddenly the height jumped more than 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 calm their hearts and let them put their hearts in their stomachs. After all, it hasn't been long since the game in District 11.

"Nine seconds seven four!"

It was one point and one second faster than Xu Ang's own world record. What does it show?

It shows that Xu Ang's strength has become stronger again, and the increase in height does have an effect on his speed, but it is not slowing down, but making 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, they would have a brighter smile.