Sister Bei is poisonous

Chapter 62 Time is not enough

When Meng Xiaobei woke up, when he opened his eyes, he saw that the nurse was changing his grandpa's medicine, and he didn't know how long he had slept there.

Maybe the doctor wanted Zhao Muqing to take a good rest, and the injected medicine is estimated to contain sleeping ingredients.

Not long after Meng Xiaobei woke up, Zhao Muqing went back to sleep.

After staying here all morning, Meng Xiaobei didn't take the opportunity to explain his fight.
The care worker who was idle turned down the volume of the TV. Meng Xiaobei had nothing to do, and took the remote control and watched the TV.

There were not many TV stations in the hospital, and there was nothing to watch at this time. Meng Xiaobei leaned back in his chair and changed the channels one by one, and finally stopped on the news program of Nandu Channel.

The female anchor on the TV is broadcasting the news.

Where is the road maintenance, driver friends remember to detour;

Illegal buildings are erected everywhere, and they are forcibly demolished;
Where is the square dance aunt fighting for the venue, it's making a fuss;
Where the sewers of the community are blocked, the management office has been complained by the owner;
A black food workshop was reported somewhere, and the boss and a worker were arrested...

It was really boring, Meng Xiaobei stared at the TV in a daze, thinking in a mess, there are still workers in such a small black food workshop, and the workers are still stuttering.

Also, who else can find people to work in this kind of place?
Thinking about it, I feel very fortunate. If she hadn't listened to her grandfather's words and went to the third middle school, she might still be helping Uncle Qiu collect rent and fight people...

stammer?

stammer!

Meng Xiaobei sat up abruptly, grabbed the remote control and turned up the sound of the TV, staring at the worker who was half blocked by the boss on the TV.

Fingers involuntarily grasped the remote control.

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

In the first ten years or so, aside from Uncle Qiu, the person she was most familiar with was Shi Shi.

The news was soon over, and the next one was on. Meng Xiaobei was still sitting upright in his chair staring at the TV screen, buzzing in his head.

It wasn't until grandpa let out a light hum in his sleep that Meng Xiaobei came back to his senses and turned down the sound of the TV.

It's a rock, it's a rock!
Although the clothes on the man were a little worn and looked a little dirty, and the man was only half a figure passing by, she was still sure that it was a stone.

Didn't he run away?

Didn't he sneak away with the sledgehammer's private money!
Didn't he say he wanted to go back to his hometown!

It's been a season!

Why are you still here?And in such a black workshop!
Meng Xiaobei closed his eyes and suddenly leaned back on the back of the chair.

She always felt that there was no news from Shishi for so long, and he 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 relieved for him, no matter how unbearable Shishi had been, at least his parents were anxiously waiting for him at home.

Now suddenly I see 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 no abnormality in his body.

Looking at the time, she should still be able to catch up with the last class in the morning. Although she had asked for leave from the head teacher early in the morning, Meng Xiaobei went back to school and went directly to the tenth classroom.

Li Xiaoxiao, who was at the same table, was very excited to tell her that the school will hold a painting competition, and the winning works will be exhibited in the Creative Exhibition Center. At that time, the famous Mr. Gong Qijing will come to Nandu to watch the exhibition, and excellent works will be selected by him. Comic Weekly founded.

Li Xiaoxiao has always been interested in painting, and her paintings are actually pretty good. Before Meng Xiaobei didn't come, her paintings were among the best in the class. Since she saw Meng Xiaobei's paintings, her tablemates have become The painting god in her mind.

"How is it? It's a rare opportunity, are you interested in participating?" Li Xiaoxiao blinked her round eyes and waited for her to nod.

"It's very rare, but I'm not interested in participating," Meng Xiaobei raised his right hand, indicating that it was not convenient for him.

Li Xiaoxiao said "Hey," with regret, and still mobilized her unwillingly, "You can draw slowly and forcefully, otherwise, it would be boring for me to participate alone."

Meng Xiaobei couldn't beat her, so she searched in her schoolbag, and took out a sketch that she had drawn in her spare time before, "It's really not convenient for me now, or I'll use my previous works."

Li Xiaoxiao took Meng Xiaobei's drawing, and his eyes were straight. Although it was a sketch drawn by hand, people who knew it would know that his skills were extraordinary.

The tenth class was taught by Lu Huiru, and the last class in the morning happened to be her English class.

Meng Xiaobei didn't go back to the dormitory to change clothes because he came directly to the class, so he was wearing a casual hoodie with a plaid shirt and a cashmere vest inside. I didn't have time to comb it, and it looked a little fluffy and messy.

She leaned languidly against the corner, her head bowed, her hands on her knees, a miniature editor in her hands. (for programmers only)
Lu Huiru was always perfunctory in class ten.

After listening to the first few sentences, Meng Xiaobei knew the scope of her class. For her, instead of spending time listening to her lectures on things she was already familiar with, it is better to hurry up and study the procedures and how to solve the problem with the Education Bureau. And the hacker attack facing the Public Security Bureau this time is an imminent matter.

Lu Huiru had long disliked Meng Xiaobei, but now she saw her sloppy look, lowered her head and didn't listen to her lectures, and made small movements in her hands, the feeling of being disrespected again. She was troubled.

Hook-like eyes swung at Meng Xiaobei.

"Xiao Bei, Xiao Bei." Li Xiaoxiao touched her lightly.

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

Lu Huiru threw the book to the podium with a slap.

She was extremely impatient with Meng Xiaobei. Liu Yong, a student in her class, had good grades, but was punished by the school for this fight, resulting in apathy. She forgot to turn in her homework these two days.

Although the school judged that Meng Xiaobei was not wrong, Lu Huiru more or less counted the matter on her.

There was a riot at work right now, and Lu Huiru exploded like a powder keg: "Meng Xiaobei! Stand up for me!"

Meng Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, then he slowly set up the micro editor, stood up without being arrogant, looked at Lu Huiru, put one hand in his pocket, still cool, "You called me?"

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

"Mr. Lu, I didn't speak, and I didn't move, why did I disturb the discipline in the classroom?"

"You play games in class, and you are arguing!"

"I didn't disturb others, did I? Meng Xiaobei said in a light tone, "Is it a violation of discipline to not listen to your lecture? "

(End of this chapter)