Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 91 Martial Arts Exercises

"Bread!" "Candy!" "We want bread!"

The children banged the table and shouted that they didn't have enough to eat. Some children always cried and complained that they were hungry at night.

"Uh……"

Chris was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect the children to want to eat so much. He should have brought some food to share with them.

Windsor raised his index finger to his mouth, and the children fell silent: "Martial arts is not bread or candy, it can exercise the body. Mr. Chris——"

Chris nodded, looked around, and clapped his hands: "Kids, let me show you a show."

He first did preparatory exercises, and then mixed radio gymnastics into the martial arts exercises he learned in elementary school. If Zhou Mingrui saw his strange behavior, he might curl his lips and shake his head, but the children in the workhouse have never seen this kind of similar dance. Gymnastics that is both strong and soft at the same time.

After the performance, Chris looked at the children with a smile.

The children were stunned for a moment, and then they applauded in unison. Some children only had one hand and slapped the table.

"So handsome, Grandma Windsor! I want to learn this!" the boys shouted, making Chris feel embarrassed.

He seemed to be back in kindergarten again, but this time he was a teacher, a martial arts teacher.

The girls were unresponsive. For children of their age, ballet might be more interesting than food and dolls.

And Chris is wearing a police uniform. Although he can't be called a toad, he is definitely not a swan.

"Okay, kids who want to learn, stand up and let's go get in line, okay?" Grandma Windsor smiled and pointed outside to help him out.

The boys all stood up, they were so restless.A boy with one hand raised his head when he passed by Chris and asked him if he could become a police officer if he learned this.

Chris looked at the boys lining up outside with some relief. Some of them even had only one leg and had to rely on the support of their companions to stand upright. The workhouse obviously did not have the money to buy wheelchairs.

He called Windsor aside, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, and handed them to her: "Ms. Windsor, this is the money I donated to the workhouse."

Windsor took the money and made a prayer gesture on his chest: "Goddess above! She will bless you!"

Chris waited for her to finish arranging the queue, then took out a five-pound note and quietly stuffed it into her hand: "Ms. Windsor, you can help me go to the store outside to buy some toys and food for the children. ?"

Windsor looked at Chris, lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, and said repeatedly: "Chris, you are a good policeman, thank you, thank you, but this money is too much..."

"The extra money will be used as a gift for the children in the future." Chris patted her shoulder.

After collecting the money and telling the boys to listen to Uncle Chris, she left the workhouse and trotted towards the department store two streets away.

Little Eugene and Little John's toys were broken long ago, with only a bunch of parts left. Little Denise and Little Rowling's rag dolls were also torn, so they quickly bought some new ones for the children...

Windsor thought about the gifts that the children had told her over and over again that they wanted. Every new child coming to the workhouse would receive a gift, and the day they received the gift was their happiest day.

She kept repeating her inner words for fear of forgetting, holding the banknotes tightly in her hands.Ten pounds is enough to buy many new gifts for the children!She might no longer have to dig through the trash cans outside luxury homes to find out which host and hostess had a new baby.

When she returned to the workhouse with large and small bags, shouts of "Drink!" and "Ha!" came from the yard. The boys raised their legs and punched, with beads of sweat hanging on their faces. Determination was written on his face.Chris stood on the steps, teaching them in a serious manner. Behind him, there were several girls holding the door open and looking out curiously.

Seeing Windsor coming, Chris put down his posture and asked the boys to rest for a while.

He sat on the steps and picked up the police uniform beside him to wipe his sweat, feeling the changes in the potion in his body.

Digested some, but not much...

Chris was a little puzzled, but it was digested, but not as much as he expected.

Emperor Russell may have said, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry", but he just doesn't know if there is "tofu" in the mysterious world...

Chris looked at the children laughing and dancing around Windsor, and his mood improved a lot.

"Wow, a wooden sword toy! And a scabbard!"

"Grandma Windsor, I want that puppy doll! I already have a girl doll, and Denise also has a boy doll, and I still need a puppy!"

The girls also rushed out of the house. The only thing that could attract the children's attention was food or toys.

Most of them have never owned a toy of their own. The closest they have ever been to a doll is through a store window.

Chris could always think of something that made him feel depressed when he was happy. Maybe in the winter, the children would raise their heads and breathe into the window, wipe away the water mist with their red fingers, and stand on tiptoes staring at the toys. .

He sighed silently and looked at the cheering children not far away. Maybe some of them will leave the children's workhouse tomorrow and return to the streets to pick up garbage for a living, hoping to be able to live in a hopeless life. Back here again.

"Okay, okay, don't be impatient, everyone has it!" Windsor half-knelt on the ground and took out toys from the big bag, like a magic bag.

The girl's face was flushed, she took the brand new doll, said thank you in a low voice, held the doll in her arms, and ran towards her playmate with a smile.

The boy had just finished practicing martial arts, wiped his sweat, and looked expectantly at Grandma Windsor taking out a steam train model from the bag. He held the model high in the air and smiled at his companions. This was the gift he had dreamed of. .

Each child got a new gift, and the smiles on their faces at this moment were the most innocent.

"Okay, everyone got gifts, right?" Windsor stood up holding the stone table and continued with a smile: "Uncle Chris bought these gifts for everyone!"

She pointed to the door, and Chris knew she still had to buy food for the children.

The children hugged the gifts and shouted to Chris word by word: "Thank you, Uncle Chris!"

Chris also had a happy smile on his face, and he clapped his hands: "Can everyone practice martial arts with me?"

The children lined up obediently, and after a while, a small square formation appeared in front of him.

Chris stood in the front: "Girls take a look first, and boys follow my movements - starting position! One! Two..."

(End of this chapter)