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Chapter 269

Generally speaking, students have student numbers.

But apart from asking questions in class, Lin Xiaoxian hasn't heard that any teacher will directly use the student number to call the students.

So up to now, Lin Xiaoxian absolutely doesn't believe that Monica has been a teacher.

My aunt said that she is one month younger than herself. Can a "teacher" at this age be serious?

Or is it really the kind of teacher who touches chalk in the classroom?

"Aunt, this number 8... What's the origin..."

"No. 8... I forgot, but I have a call recording. Wait a minute."

Mu Changqing turned on her mobile phone to stir up, and then a string of "words are correct and round" sounds sounded.

Lin Xiaoxian doesn't understand Russian. The reason why he uses "correct pronunciation" is because Monica's tone gives people the feeling that she is very "fan Er".

Specifically, the moment Lin Xiaoxian heard this voice, what came to mind was the female Soviet commander in sexy leather in CG of Red Alert 2.

"But it shouldn't be that old..."

Lin Xiaoxian thought, after all, she is seventeen years old. Even her aunt knows that there is no need to worry about the shelf life of German Japanese hybrid.

“#￥%...”

Monica's pronunciation is pure. It sounds much more comfortable and fluent than my aunt's Russian. As soon as Lin Xiaoxian listens to her tongue, she knows that Monica's tongue must be very flexible.

After the recording was played, Mu Changqing shook his head tactfully and looked like a man of great insight:

"Monica said that No. 8 is also her student. She didn't say where she grew up. She was born in Iraq anyway."

Lin Xiaoxian smacked his tongue and looked where the two unlucky children stayed.

"... No. 8's father was a Chinese, worked as a truck driver in Armenia, and his mother was a nurse in Azerbaijan. Both of them died in an air raid..."

Lin Xiaoxian was not surprised at this. After all, the two small countries have been feuding for thousands of years.

"... later, No. 8 fled to Ukraine and joined Monica with No. 7 of the local orphanage..."

"Wait a minute!" Lin Xiaoxian's facial features wrinkled together, "and number 7?"

"Well, when she came here on the 10th, she was looking for No. 7. Monica said that in fact, the first one who lost contact was No. 7. She asked No. 7 to come and work. However, No. 7 was caught by a film policeman when she was doing something because she didn't adapt to the domestic public security environment. There was no news..."

"... so Monica sent No. 10 to pick up. As a result, No. 10 was reported by the masses when testing equipment in the rental house, and was sent in together with No. 7 for investigation. However, Monica let No. 8, who is good at sneaking, come and catch people. Only this time, the snake turned over and was caught, and No. 8 escaped after a lot of hardships..."

Lin Xiaoxian understood that the three belong to huluwa to save Grandpa.

"... although No. 10 and No. 7 were successfully fished out on the 8th two days ago, they also separated when they ran away. They were empty, had no language, and couldn't get in touch with each other. On the 8th, they were chased by security personnel for a long time. They didn't get away until they came to qingheba today, and then... Met you..."

Lin Xiaoxian understood the later things. Huluwa on the 8th wanted to contact the other two huluwas and Monica and stole his mobile phone, and Monica undoubtedly learned Lin Xiaoxian's identity from the mobile phone stolen on the 8th.

So Monica's "thank you" to Lin Xiaoxian is to thank him for his help to No. 8, and "sorry" is to apologize for stealing the mobile phone on No. 8.

Lin Xiaoxian's heart is itching. He wants to write a new novel based on this blueprint.

"How many numbers do they have?" The little book was also fascinated by the story and asked the little aunt, but Monica didn't say, and the little aunt didn't know.

Many people can't help fiddling with something when they think about things.

For example, Lin Xiaoxian liked to chew his nails before. Later, Mu Changqing always reminded him, so he didn't chew them now. He just nestled on the sofa with Mu Changqing. When he was free, he subconsciously stretched out and pinched her toes to play:

"... in fact, it doesn't matter how many numbers. I'm curious about what Monica wanted to do when she asked No. 7 to come at the beginning..."

Mu Changqing's feet were like jade lotus. Several lotus seeds were pinched and pinched, which made her heart itch. But she was not willing to stop it. She replied with a red face:

"... Monica won't tell me. Ask yourself before she comes..."

"Is she coming?!"

Lin Xiaoxian's hand was inadvertently used. Mu Changqing couldn't help but sing. Lin Xiaoxian realized what his hand was doing and withdrew awkwardly.

"Well... She came to us? What are you doing here? "

"I don't know, but I have to wait for a long time anyway. She is very mysterious. She has to prepare for a month when she goes away. She turns off the host in her room and makes drum computers and shredders. If she really wants to move across the country... At least she has to wait until Xiaoxian graduates, or even her sophomore and Junior..."

Lin Xiaoxian swallowed his saliva and secretly said that "sister Ka" is really an immortal figure, which is exaggerated enough.

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It's clear. Monica's "thank you" to Lin Xiaoxian is to thank him for helping No. 8, and "sorry" is to apologize for stealing the mobile phone on No. 8.

This makes Lin Xiaoxian feel that "sister Ka" is quite particular.

"Since sister Ka is a polite person and several gourd babies have survived, what does she say about the 8th?"

Apologies are useful. Why do you want the police.

Just give the 100 yuan to No. 8. Lin Xiaoxian is not so bad. He is too lazy to care. At this moment, he just wants to know if his mobile phone can be returned.

"Yes, yes! Monica mentioned it. I forgot if you didn't say it! "

"I found that you are always forgetful... Forgetting things. You really don't look like an elder..." Lin Xiaoxian teased her.

"Bah!"

Mu Changqing took advantage of Lin Xiaoshu to go to the bathroom, moved his ass to Lin Xiaoxian's ear, knocked his chin on his shoulder, opened his lips, and the warm air was like blue musk deer:

"... little villain... It's not because you always play with my feet... That people are absent-minded..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Lin Xiaoxian sat up straight, his forehead sweating, and forced him to stare at her:

"Be serious. What did Monica say?"

"She said she would come to compensate you in person on the 8th. As for when to come... She didn't say."

Door to door compensation?

Lin Xiaoxian scoffed. Forget it. See you on the 8th. Xiaoshu might want to fight with her.

I don't know what it would be like for two Lauries to fight.

Is it that four little fists beat each other on the chest, then rolled around in a ball, and finally both sides were out of shape, panting and flushed

Lin Xiaoxian shook his head to stop brain toning and pointed to Mu Changqing's mobile phone:

"Let sister Ka know and let her send it by mail or flash. Just give me back my mobile phone anyway. Don't do anything superfluous."

"Are you sure? Monica said it was on the 8th. After she knew you were my nephew, she took the initiative to ask. It's equivalent to asking for forgiveness. It's very sincere... "

Lin Xiaoxian feels like some kind of disciplined Ninja organization.

The reason why I think of Ninja is that Lin Xiaoxian really saw that kind of film a long time ago.

It's about the members of the Ninja organization who offended the big man, and then offered to go to the head to accompany the big man. What's the serial number

I don't remember.

But at least Shaolin Xiaoxian is not a big man. No. 8 should not be a ninja, and should still be a child, so Lin Xiaoxian still shakes his head:

"Just tell sister Ka that I don't need it, just a cell phone."

"All right."

Lin Xiaoxian felt that the relationship between aunt and Monica was very good. She told her a lot of things that didn't need to be told to outsiders, so her words were outspoken.

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An incredible day passed. After dinner in the evening, Lin Xiaoxian chatted with Monica and her students as urban legends at the dinner table. Unexpectedly, he learned that on the 10th, 8th and 7th, they were all girls about the size of Xiaoshu.

"What about sister Ka's other students?"

"I don't know, maybe so. They are all children with tragic fate! Monica is so kind! "

Mu Changqing pretended to be filled with emotion and took the opportunity to pick all the medlar in his bowl to his nephew. Lin Xiaoxian found it and rewarded two brain collapse.

"Medlar is not delicious. My aunt doesn't like it!" Mu Changqing appealed.

"Don't like you putting so much?"

What Lin Xiaoxian did was Chinese wolfberry yam porridge. Originally, there were more Chinese wolfberry and less Chinese wolfberry. It was Mu Changqing who had to grab a lot of Chinese wolfberry and throw it into the pot. It was a red layer, but now he didn't eat it.

"I put it in... I also want you to eat more... It's said on the Internet that it's good for your boys. You have so many girlfriends... I'm your little aunt. Won't I love your body..."

Mu Changqing bit her chopsticks one after another, and Wei was very wronged. Lin Xiaoxian, no matter whether she made an excuse or not, always couldn't bear to say more about her, silently put the remaining medlar in her bowl into her bowl, and then gave all the yams in her bowl to her and her sister:

"Yam can replenish qi and is suitable for you."

"Yam is a tonic?" Mu Changqing didn't know until today.

Only a woman with good Qi and blood can be more moist and beautiful. She ate two bowls and creatively tried to wrap dumplings filled with yam and shrimp on the Lantern Festival. As expected, she got the unanimous bad comments of Lin Xiaoxian and Lin Xiaoshu.

As soon as the Lantern Festival is over, the short and long winter vacation ends. Lin Xiaoxian turns over the calendar and the second semester of senior high school is about to begin.