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At dawn, Tang Xin was sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room in his underwear.

There is an English book on the left, and a toaster and bread on the right.

Tang Xin turned a page of the book, picked up a memory bread and printed it, then stuffed it into his mouth.

But he miscalculated, there is not enough bread!

There are so many pages in the English book, and six full books have to be printed. Obviously, there is not enough bread.

Can't cut bread now?What's more, the bread was already thin and soft. Tang Xin was afraid of cutting vegetables with a knife, so how could he cut the bread even thinner?

Therefore, Tang Xin could only print the text of each unit in the English book and the list of vocabulary behind it.

After eating the first bag of bread, Tang Xin was already full.

After the second bag was finished, he developed negative emotions about the bread.

After eating the third bag, he felt like he was going to throw up.

Tang Xin had no memory of how the fourth bag got into his stomach. He no longer wanted to have the image of bread in his mind, and he didn't want to smell the smell of bread. He hated everything about bread.

After eating the four bags of bread, Tang Xinxin lay on the floor with a swollen stomach. His eyes were dull. If he wasn't still breathing, he must have thought he was dead.

Straightening up with difficulty, Tang Xin looked at the alarm clock.

Six fifty.

There was movement in the parents' bedroom, and it seemed that the parents had woken up.

Tang Xin put on his school uniform, put on his schoolbag and was about to open the door, but turned his head, bent down with difficulty to pick up the toaster, loosened his belt and stuffed the toaster into the fourth-dimensional pocket.

Wiping his face, Tang Xin tried his best to be more energetic, but he felt that it was very difficult for him to walk, and he was especially worried that he would have the urge to run to the toilet and use a tuba.

"Hey, son, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why are you looking so haggard?"

Xie Wanling saw Tang Xin walking out of the room in her pajamas, and hurriedly came to him, pressing her forehead against Tang Xin's.

"No fever, do you have a cold? Cough? Runny nose?"

Tang Xin waved his hand and said with a forced smile: "Mom, I'm fine. I slept for four hours yesterday and got up to study in the middle of the night. Maybe I didn't have a good rest. I'm going to school, bye."

"Hey, kid, it's a good thing to study hard, but you have to combine work and rest."

Xie Wanling looked at Tang Xin's back and smiled gratifiedly, but she still turned her head and told Tang Bin who just got up and looked in the mirror in front of the wardrobe to get dressed.

"Husband, pay attention to your son today. If he is not feeling well, call me."

Tang Bin put on a dark blue striped tie and agreed.

After walking out of the community, Tang Xin suddenly felt that he had better not exercise more, otherwise, if he speeds up his metabolism, he would easily have the desire to excrete.

Sun Dao, Ye Qiu, and Cheng Mu, who lived in the same community, had been waiting for Tang Xin at the door, and they were all startled when they saw how difficult Tang Xin was following.

"Tang Xin, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Mu ran over, took the initiative to help Tang Xin with his schoolbag, and looked at him with concern.

Just as Sun Dao and Ye Qiu were about to speak, Tang Xin raised his hand and smiled reluctantly, saying, "We'll take a taxi to school, I'll treat you."

When Ye Qiu was about to ask why, Sun Dao was already standing at the gate of the community and waving to a taxi in the distance. After the taxi came, Sun Dao sat directly in the front passenger seat, lowered the window and waved to the three of them: " Hurry up, don't let the elders see, or they will teach us to spend money recklessly, oh, it's Tang Xin who spends money recklessly."

Seeing this, Ye Qiu opened the back door and got in. Cheng Mu got into the car and sat next to Ye Qiu, making room for Tang Xin.

Tang Xin sat down by the window, took a long breath, the taxi started, and headed towards No. [-] Middle School.

On the way, Cheng Mu raised his tender hand to touch Tang Xin's forehead, and said strangely, "Tang Xin, where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I, I'm fine, it's fine."

Tang Xin forced a laugh, trying to keep his body in a calm state, especially the important thing is not to make a fuss with his bulging stomach.

"Brother, it's almost written on your face: I'm buried in the ground, please burn incense if you need something. How are you? Well, people on Earth are fine."

Sun Dao turned his head from the front row to stare at Tang Xin, and after observing for a while, he suddenly realized.

"Oh, I understand. Are you trying to pretend to be sick and then miss the exam? This trick is too fake. The beautiful school doctor in our school is not a decoration. You go to the school doctor's office and say that you are sick, and the school doctor can kick you out. "

Ye Qiu, who was sitting on the other side across from Cheng Mu, turned his head to look at the street scene outside the window on the other side, and sighed.

Her sigh seemed to contain two meanings, one was to ridicule Tang Xin for his superficial tricks, and the other was to be disappointed that Tang Xin always wanted to go wrong.

"Tang Xin, are you afraid that your aunt and uncle will scold you? Don't worry, I will intercede for you. If you fail the exam, you will fail. If you don't work hard in the future, it will be fine. Beating and scolding education is no longer popular now."

Cheng Mu pressed the back of Tang Xin's hand and said softly.

Tang Xin felt that even talking would make his stomach churn, so he said a word lightly.

"Let's talk after the exam."

The taxi stopped at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School of the City. Tang Xin paid and got out of the car. When he came to the class, Tang Xin obviously felt that the eyes of the students in the class looked at him differently than before.

It should be because yesterday he punched Qiu Qiang until he couldn't straighten up.

Turning a blind eye to all these gazes, Tang Xin came to his seat and sat down, put his schoolbag in the drawer, and lay down on the table quietly waiting for class.

Thank goodness the English quiz is the first two classes!

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Someone slapped Tang Xin's desk, startling him.

Looking up, Qiu Qiang, who was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, was looking down at Tang Xin with a complicated face.

"Qiu Qiang, what happened yesterday is my fault..."

Now Tang Xin wanted to meet the exam calmly, and he didn't want to cause trouble, let alone fight with Qiu Qiang again.

"What happened yesterday was all my fault. It was because I overestimated my capabilities. It was because I was too blind to see Mount Tai. Tang Xin, can you forgive me?"

Before Tang Xin finished speaking, Qiu Qiang had squatted down, looking at Tang Xin with a penitent expression.

Blinking and blinking, a serious expression appeared on Tang Xin's face, and he said softly: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing great about being good...cough, Qiu Qiang, we are classmates and friends, so nothing is a fight, yesterday I shot a bit harder, don't take it to heart..."

"No, it's my fault, Tang Xin, you have opened my eyes, and now I have all my eyes on you."

After Qiu Qiang finished speaking, he leaned closer to Tang Xin's face, and said solemnly in a low voice, "Tang Xin, please tell me the truth, are you a teacher of a master? Yesterday you hit me twice, the first The first is the Qi Jin that came out of nowhere, and the second is just a punching movement you made to cover up the first attack. I feel it clearly. Please tell me, what are you using? Qigong ?"

Tang Xin's facial muscles twitched slightly, and Sun Dao, who had been paying attention to their conversation with his ears pricked up, opened his mouth wide in shock.

"It was discovered by you?! Well, don't spread this matter, keep a low profile, low profile."

Tang Xin said vaguely, hoping that Qiu Qiang would stop there and leave quickly.

In the end, things backfired. Instead of giving up, Qiu Qiang grabbed Tang Xin's arm with both hands, stared at Tang Xin eagerly, and said in a deep voice, "Tang Xin, where is your master? I also want to worship him as my teacher. No matter what kind of bitterness, I can eat it."

Tang Xin was very embarrassed. Because of his bulging stomach, he really didn't want to spend energy on Qiu Qiang, so he said casually, "Yes, at Qihang Fighting Club in the western part of the city."

This fighting club, that is, Tang Xin often saw people handing out leaflets outside the school in the past few months before he remembered it, otherwise he really didn't know what to say.

It can't be said that the ancient temples in the deep mountains and old forests are broken temples, which is too nonsense.

Qiu Qiang lowered his head in thought, and murmured: "Qihang Fight Club, I went to it during the summer vacation. Aren't the coaches there all retired soldiers?"

After that, he looked at Tang Xin suspiciously again, as if he felt that Tang Xin was lying to him.

Yes, Tang Xin was lying to him.

And you have to lie to the end.

"Qiu Qiang, have you seen the Eight Parts of Tianlong?"

"Of course I've seen it, Qiao Feng, who is so righteous..."

"Wait, who is the most powerful among them?"

"Uh, nameless sweeping monk?"

Tang Xin patted him on the shoulder suddenly, and asked mysteriously: "You still don't understand? How can an expert come out and claim that he is an expert?"

Qiu Qiang's bewildered expression suddenly revealed a surprised smile as if seeing the sun behind the clouds, and he opened his mouth to say, "You mean..."

Tang Xin quickly covered his mouth, shook his head slightly, and said, "Opportunities are all chances. Don't announce it to the public. Experts like to keep a low profile. If you say it, what should you do if you scare the expert away?"

"I, I understand, thank you, Tang Xin, no, brother, brother."

Qiu Qiang stood up with an inexplicable surprise on his face, unable to suppress the joy in his heart, and walked to the back seat.

Tang Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head, Sun Dao pointed at him, then turned to Qiu Qiang behind him, and asked blankly: "Did you beat him stupid, or did you fool him?"

Tang Xin raised his eyebrows with a serious expression, and sighed: "You don't understand the inner world of martial arts fans."

Sun Dao nodded his head slowly, glanced at Qiu Qiang who was smirking behind him, turned around and sat down and said, "I'm extremely worried about his mental state now."