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Chapter 17 [017] Another Brand New Day

"Hey?"

Ye Haitang's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I won't go back to eat at noon, you can go to the fast food restaurant downstairs to deal with it yourself. By the way, if it rains too much, remember to bring in the clothes on the balcony."

"All right."

After hanging up the phone, seeing that there was no one at home, Zhi Yuan didn't hesitate, and proudly changed into her wet school uniform, and threw it directly into the washbasin in the bathroom.

There was no class in the afternoon, and Zhiyuan fiddled with a box of instant noodles from the room: "It seems that lunch is settled, so there is no need to call for fast food."

Take a look at the production date, there is still about half a month before it is scrapped.

Harm, I am really a handsome guy who saves food.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "lazy".

I don't know what happened to the others, but anyway, if Zhiyuan ordered takeout, after removing the packaging bag after the meal, he had to rub it with hand sanitizer for a long time.

Instead of wasting time rubbing your hands, it would be more practical to make a bowl of noodles yourself.

Get the kettle ready, and the kite plans to heat it up by clicking the button after taking a shower.

Life should be so simple, happy!
On the other side, Qiao Ruiyi was explaining to Qiao Zhengyang why he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

After listening to his granddaughter's words, Qiao Zhengyang couldn't laugh or cry: "Fortunately, I turned on the light as soon as I entered the door, otherwise I would be hacked to death by you."

"Uh uh."

The kitchen knife in Rui Yi's hand was not held, nor was it put down, the scene was a little awkward for a while.

In the end, Qiao Zhengyang still chose to end the topic: "Go ahead and get on with your work! I'll just come over to make sure, remember to talk to your mother later."

Rui Yi nodded: "Okay!"

After watching grandpa leave, she was relieved.

Recalling what happened in the morning, the expression on Rui Yi's face was slightly regretful: "The weather was too dark at that time, and she was hugged by the other party, so I didn't see her face. If there is a chance, I must do it next time." See the other person's face clearly!"

She is not a face control, she just wants to see her, and if conditions permit, she can make friends with her.

Dad said that one must make friends widely, and one must not narrow the road.

Zhiyuan threw the shower gel bottle into the trash can: "This rose smells really good. I'll go to the department store to buy a few more bottles on the weekend. It's just that the font is a bit small, so I always thought it was shampoo."

After changing clothes, clicking the button to boil water, and unpacking the package of instant noodles, Zhiyuan's face froze, and her movements froze: "I lost it! What's going on?"

In my previous life, I have been hearing people ridicule that there is no seasoning packet for buying instant noodles, but I didn't expect it to happen to me.

Zhiyuan covered her face: "I'd better call it fast food."

It is impossible to cook. If I cook after taking a shower, I will appear mentally retarded if I sweat later.

Put this bucket of instant noodles in the refrigerator for the time being, and take it out to fry someday when you have time.

There is no smartphone for entertainment, and the computer in the study room can only play some stand-alone games. Zhiyuan turns on the TV in boredom, leans on the sofa and waits for fried noodles.

The paper kite rested its chin, and held the remote control in the other hand: "Calculate the time, the dead elementary school student hasn't aired yet, and the children's channel is full of Salted Egg Superman, so there aren't any good shows?"

She didn't want to watch Huan Zhu Ge Ge, or Journey to the West Water Margin, because she had watched it N times in her previous life, and she knew the content of the plot by heart.

Just when Zhiyuan was full of disappointment and was about to switch to the news channel, three bouncing anime girls came into view, making her girlish heart twitch.

Ahem, it's not Xiao Moxian, but "Little Police Girl Z".

Not to mention that this anime is for girls. In the previous life, the director probably didn't expect that it was a bunch of strong men who supported the ratings of "Dancing Girl".

So don't worry too much about your identity, if you're really embarrassed, just keep an eye on it by yourself.

Anyway, Zhiyuan has let go now, throwing the remote control aside: "Well, it's you!"

At that time, she also watched this anime, and liked the characters Huahua and Paopao very much. As for the carefree character of Mao Mao, forget it!

Now that she has free time to watch TV, Zhi Yuan will naturally not let go of this opportunity to make up the show.

"Having said that, most of the novels written by later generations are Pirates and Hokage. It seems that no one is willing to try "Little Police Girl". Is it because of the popularity?" Zhi Yuan scratched her head.

Seeing the scene of Huahua transforming, she suddenly knew the reason: this anime is aimed at girls, and there are really no macho authors who are willing to write this kind of fanfiction.
"Hand over the candy!"

The villain's familiar lines, why do you feel a little awkward?
Forget it, there's nothing to watch, so bear with it and continue!

The mayor's secretary has a really good figure, but what his face looks like is always a mystery.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The hurried doorbell rang, and Zhiyuan trotted over in pink slippers: "Here we come!"

The long overdue lunch was finally ready. After thanking the boss, she quickly unpacked the bag, rubbed off a layer of skin with hand sanitizer in the kitchen, and hurried to the TV.

Afraid of missing the playing time, Zhi Yuan held the fast food box in a nondescript manner, staring intently at the screen while devouring the chow mein.

It's no wonder she was in such a hurry. If you use a computer to watch, the screen is too small to hurt your eyes, and it seems that you can't find the playback link.

Looking at this anime from the perspective of the future, it really feels quite naive. The fighting action is more inclined to the fighting of elementary school students, and there is also a mysterious and embarrassing plot.

There are too many things to complain about, and Zhiyuan is very tolerant, and she didn't turn the channel after watching it for a while.

Well, the actual reason is that she is tired of watching programs on other channels.

Take Bumpman as an example, "Tiga" alone has been read no less than twenty times.

No matter how beautiful the work is, viewing it more times will cause visual fatigue.

After spending the last afternoon of the summer vacation, I stood on the balcony and looked at the paper kites in the distance. After exercising my muscles, I murmured softly: "This level is almost the same, and it doesn't make much sense to continue practicing."

The purpose of re-practicing Liuhequan is for self-protection, and there is not much time for boxing after school starts.

All the joints of the body have been developed, and the toughness, resistance, sensitivity, and combat ability have been maximized, and it is almost ready to call it a day.

After my mother came home and had dinner, Zhiyuan went back to her room to review for a while, then climbed into bed and turned off the lights to sleep.

There was nothing to say all night, and at six o'clock the next morning, she was woken up by the adjusted clock.

Brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, Zhiyuan was a little dazed: It's been a long time since I woke up so early, I really didn't expect to be able to return to my student days in Kubi.

Everything is good, but the body is still a little uncomfortable.

No matter how stubborn her mentality was, she still felt a little awkward for a short time.

Shredded plum vegetables and bamboo shoots are paired with porridge is the norm, and occasionally it will turn into milk and bread in a hurry.

No matter how bad it is, my parents will give some change and let Zhiyuan solve it outside by herself.

"I'm leaving!"

"Slow down on the road, remember to watch the traffic lights!"

"Know it!"

After responding to the nagging mother, Zhiyuan closed the door behind her and ran to the elevator to wait.

It's another brand new day, and it's also the first day of the second year of high school.

(End of this chapter)