She is sweet and soft in the cannon fodder of the book, the educated youth is really fragrant

Chapter 12 Stealing the Wheel

When she heard that the plot had not changed, Wen Xiaomei almost tore up the book.

After confirming that Wen Xiaomei lost her memory, Shen Jiaomei began to study hard.

Not long after, Miss Wen saw a spectacular scene. Many people in the dormitory moved their benches out to study in the corridor in order not to disturb their roommates sleeping.

The reading is not loud.

But at a glance, it was full of people studying hard with their books in their hands.

All eyes are sincere and serious.

It seems that a golden house can really be read from the book, and it can lead them to prosperity and get rid of the life of facing the loess and facing the sky.

For Wen Xiaomei, there was a sudden pressure to study.

These have to be rolled to death.

[Host, you are luckier than them, you have a system for me. 】

When Xiaomei Wen heard the system popping up suddenly, she just gave it a sneer.

An unreliable system, and according to her speculation, the points should be related to her changing the direction of the plot.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaomei suddenly remembered the short plot: [System, hasn't the small block that unlocked the plot been changed? 】

It took a while for the system to reply: [It's just reducing the content, host.At present, the host is just not burnt stupid, and everything else is possible. 】

Without waiting for Miss Wen to reply, she added: [The cannon fodder is always sacrificing for the plot. 】

Miss Wen: […]

Such a great mission of sacrifice is still there!

Thinking of this, I am even more unhappy!

They got up at six o'clock, read for almost an hour, and then packed up and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

For some reason, Shen Jiaomei went directly with them.

Wang Qin kept bickering with her.

It's fun to hear you say something to me.

It took about seven minutes to finish breakfast, and we went to the classroom together to start school time.

The desks are all brought from home by myself, and each person has a set.

The original owner was quite liked by the teacher, so he sat with Wen Fang, or in the front row, and after class, he could eat some melons, such as who XX liked, who he sent a love letter to and so on.

Suddenly I heard someone say, "Why are there still people stealing bicycles?"

"Stealing a bicycle?" Wen Xiaomei suddenly thought that the bicycle she was riding had been borrowed by Huo Mao, and she didn't know where he returned it last night.

Wen Fang also thought of her bicycle: "By the way, little girl, where is your bicycle?"

Miss Wen shook her head blankly.

It will not be possible to contact.

It all depends on a telephone in the school principal's office.

I'm afraid it's a little difficult.

"It's you who won't be stolen..."

"No, no, have you forgotten who I lent it to?" Wen Xiaomei hurriedly pressed down her hand.

Wen Fang stopped the enthusiasm, and the two continued to listen.

I didn't say who stole it. After all, I really don't know. There are hundreds of people in the school, and most of them who can ride bicycles are far away from home, and the family is willing to pay, so there are not many bicycles.

"Quickly tell me, whose was stolen? How do you know?"

"Not all of them were stolen, but the tires were stolen."

Hearing this, one or two ran out, probably to check if it was their own car.

Wang Qin came over from the back row, squeezed beside them, and patted Wen Fang on the shoulder: "Ah Fang, did you also ride a bicycle? Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Okay." Wen Fang followed Wang Qin to watch.

Leaving Wen Xiaomei to continue rolling.

She checked the points with the system, and seeing that the points were rising every day after a few days, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

She was falling into self-doubt. Wen Xiaomin came back from the outside, went straight to Wen Xiaomei and asked concernedly: "Little sister, where did you park your bicycle? It's too dangerous to park at the school, otherwise I will let Brother Arong ride back."

"No need." Wen Xiaomei shook her head.

Seeing this, Wen Xiaomin muttered in a low voice: "If you break the bicycle, you will never even think about studying."

When Miss Wen heard this, she got up and followed her, and said in a low voice, "Cousin, what are you going to do if Aunt Chen doesn't let you get started?"

"I'm sure..." Wen Xiaomin subconsciously straightened her back.

Realize this is not at home.

Pushing Xiaomei Wen away with her backhand: "You don't care about me!"

Seeing Wen Xiaomei returning to the table as if evading, Wen Xiaomei raised the corners of her mouth slightly. Although she herself was not very good at these things, Wen Xiaomin couldn't stand threats more than she did.

Little sister Wen, who seemed to have won the fight, went back.

I saw Wen Fang and Wang Qin running to pull her: "Little sister, let's go."

"What's the matter?" Wen Xiaomei was pulled so that she knocked on the leg of the table, and ran after them after jumping twice.

I heard Wang Qin say: "The one who got the wheel stolen is Shen Jiaomei! Where is Shen Jiaomei holding the bicycle and crying? The teachers can't do anything about her."

Miss Wen understood.

The original owner, who is Shen Jiaomei's friend, went online.

But she is not!She won't!
No matter how resistant Wen Xiaomei's face was, she was dragged downstairs to the dormitory.

There were more than a dozen bicycles sparsely parked against the wall, and among them, Shen Jiaomei was seen crying while hugging the wheel of her own bike, which was still brand new.

No wonder she cried so sadly.

But Miss Wen always felt so festive.

Just when she was feeling happy, she was pushed violently by Wang Qin and almost fell face-to-face.

Wen Xiaomei was more or less a little scared. With Wang Qin and the others, she couldn't leave her back to them. Before she was killed by the plot, she would lose her appearance first.

Under Wang Qin's urging, she walked towards Shen Jiaomei.

The teachers were at a loss and didn't know how to appease Shen Jiaomei.

Seeing Xiaomei Wen coming, she was the same as Wang Qin and Wen Fang, her eyes lit up, and she gave up her seat: "This classmate, are you a friend of Shen's classmate?"

Wen Xiaomei only felt that she saw a plate of delicious braised pork in their eyes, so she said bravely, "Ah yes."

"You come here."

Wen Xiaomei squatted in front of Shen Jiaomei, and was about to speak, but Shen Jiaomei turned her back and continued to cry.

The teacher next to me is even more helpless.

Wen Xiaomei thought about the salary. A bicycle might cost an ordinary person a month or two. After thinking about it, she said to the teachers, "Otherwise, let's call the police."

"Okay." Shen Jiaomei responded immediately.

It looked like he wanted to call the police a long time ago.

A teacher from the Mediterranean raised his hand and pressed it in mid-air: "No, this is my classmate. The school is responsible for repairing the bicycle for you. Can you let this matter go like this?"

"Not good!" There were tears on Shen Jiaomei's face, but she didn't show any compromise.

When the bell rang, all the teachers felt relieved.

Wen Xiaomei looked down at Shen Jiaomei's bicycle.

This person is also strange, other bicycles are not stolen, but Shen Jiaomei's must be stolen.

As if on purpose.

Wen Xiaomei reminded: "Teacher, Jiaomei's car is new, and it is a Phoenix brand."

It is impossible for a teacher to afford a Phoenix brand bicycle with a monthly salary.

The face of the Mediterranean teacher was slightly distorted.

Shen Jiaomei cried again at the right time: "My dad bought it for 150, and I only rode it for a day!"

(End of this chapter)