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Chapter 336

"What? "Home leave?"

"Yes."

In the office early on Saturday morning, Mr. Chen on duty stroked his short brown hair, sat on the chair, folded his hands on the black silk skirt on his legs, and looked at Lin Xiaoxian strangely in front of him.

One of the teachers who led the team from the second middle school has gone back this time, and the rest of her is stationed. In addition to writing work records and Zhou summary, she almost sits in the office fighting the landlord, playing mahjong and playing mobile phones, and can get a lot of subsidies.

"Mr. Chen, I have a sister in my family, so if I can, I want to spend the weekend to go back and see her and cook something delicious for her. The high school entrance examination is coming soon. Let her eat fly restaurants outside for a month in a row. I'm worried..."

Lin Xiaoxian's tone was very embarrassed. Mr. Chen pondered a little and opened a new field on fighting the landlord:

"Lin Xiaoxian, did you ask for leave just to go home and take care of your sister?"

"Yes." Lin Xiaoxian nodded, "and my little aunt."

"Your little aunt?"

"Well, she... Has special circumstances and needs to be taken care of."

"Well... How to say, although I can understand your mood..."

Mr. Chen stared at the monitor, threw out a three belt two, turned his head and smiled at Lin Xiaoxian:

"... but Lin Xiaoxian, you should know the system of No. 7 middle school?"

"What system?"

"The boarding system is completely closed!"

“……”

Lin Xiaoxian's heart sank. In fact, he was holding the attitude of trying today, because laiqi middle school has already opened a big back door for the school with three girls. It's really easy to be rejected if he asks again now.

Sure enough, Mr. Chen said that the school of No. 2 middle school had long said on various occasions that it would not engage in special activities, and exchange students should also strictly implement the management of No. 7 middle school. At the beginning, they vowed and now they release water, which must have a bad impact on the school's image.

On the other hand, No. 7 middle school students have to go through various procedures when they leave school on non monthly holidays. Even if Lin Xiaoxian successfully colludes with the team leader, he can't bypass these procedures of No. 7 middle school, so it's no use asking for leave.

"Forget it, a month is actually fast..."

Although he misses his family very much, Lin Xiaoxian is not a new child in school after all. He doesn't want to have tea without seeing his family for a month. After touching the wall, he can go to the playground for a few rounds to relax.

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"Ah!!!"

"No eyes!"

"Stop writing!"

The playground was not peaceful. When Lin Xiaoxian walked to the side near the dormitory, he heard screams and scolds from a distance. He looked up and saw that the constructors were repairing the peeling walls.

But the level of repair can be called destruction in another sense.

Looking into the past, Lin Xiaoxian didn't know how these people could do such a simple thing as pasting porcelain again. The basic wall was full of potholes, and even powder debris fell from high altitude from time to time.

Although the downstairs was surrounded and the area was large enough, it was still frightening. I think there must have been another passing student frightened just now.

"At this level... It is worthy of being a related account..."

Lin Xiaoxian shook his head in disdain. Anyway, after the repair, Zhou Aimin will bring someone to test. If he fails again at that time, he may have to do it again.

As for the construction cost, I don't know whether it will be given repeatedly. If so, Lin Xiaoxian has to doubt that these construction teams deliberately reduce the quality and facilitate speculation.

Lin Xiaoxian walked half a circle on the playground. A group of people came from the school gate, carrying all kinds of tools, across several basketball courts in the middle of the playground, which annoyed the students playing basketball.

"Ah, master, wait a minute." Curious, Lin Xiaoxian went over and shouted to an uncle carrying cement.

"Why?" Uncle, I'll see you later. He's a student, a little confused.

"What are you doing?"

"Repair the wall."

"Wall?"

"Yes, just the fence at the back door."

Uncle has a strong foreign accent and points out casually:

"A building said something before. The foreman asked us to check and reinforce other places."

"Oh..." Lin Xiaoxian glanced at the scaffold of the gable of the dormitory building, "that is to say, you are also there?"

"Well, their first team, our second team."

Lin Xiaoxian's eyes turned:

"Master, is your foreman an acquaintance of the school?"

"Sure, that building brick, that wall, and this playground, the podium, are all our work..."

"What about the teaching building?"

"Those are not, those are not, so we can't do it... Little brother, why do you ask?"

Although uncle doesn't quite understand, the more he doesn't understand, the more he will instinctively be vigilant. After Lin Xiaoxian confirmed his guess, he won't ask more questions, but finally took a picture of the cement bag carried by Uncle:

"Master... It's better to be careful in this way of life. You see how dangerous it is for that ceramic tile to fall off before. It will kill people."

After hearing this, uncle stopped talking. A helpless look flashed in his eyes. He looked at Lin Xiaoxian strangely and then walked away with the team.

At that moment, Lin Xiaoxian suddenly had a trace of empathy.

He thought of designers from all walks of life in his uncle's helpless eyes.

In many industries, whenever there are some outlandish designs, we first make complaints about designers.

Whether in architecture, sculpture, landscape, graphic, poster and other industries, many projects, especially "official" projects, from conception to aesthetics, are actually made by various non professional leaders.

These leaders know nothing about design and only enjoy the pleasure of pointing out the country. At the same time, because of the lack of aesthetic power, they are seriously double standard to the design teams at home and abroad.

They give great authority to foreign designers.

They unreasonably despise domestic designers.

"Official" is the same, let alone folk. Some deeper words, Lin Xiaoxian can only rot in his stomach, including keeping silent on the Internet, otherwise he will be labeled as "rhythmic" and suffer 404.

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Just as Lin Xiaoxian was thinking with his hands on his back, his crotch suddenly shook.

"Dear ~"

"Xiao Yan, wake up?"

"I woke up long ago ~"

On the first weekend of the seventh middle school, Gu Xiaoyan's voice sounded very cheerful, and his tone was impatient.

"Are you all awake?"

From the receiver, Lin Xiaoxian heard other voices and a kind of snoring.

"Yes, and you? Anyway, whether you wake up or not, come here quickly. "

"Don't worry, the bean paste bag in the canteen will come out one hour late at the weekend. Breakfast will be delivered to you later."

"It's not breakfast. It's to let you come and play mahjong with us!"

"Mahjong?"

Lin Xiaoxian glared and realized that the snoring sound seemed to be the sound of playing mahjong.

"Do you rub hemp in the bedroom? Where did you come from? "

"I helped a website draw illustrations. The theme mahjong they sent was delivered by express last night... Oh, stop talking nonsense, come on, come on, three missing one!"

"No, I'm at odds with gambling." Lin Xiaoxian is an excellent high school student with principles.

"Nonsense! Don't play with money! "

"That's not fun. You really want to fight. You might as well find teacher Xia next door and roll her cat."

Lin Xiaoxian refused. Although he was a native of Chengdu, he was not very interested in Mahjong since childhood. It's strange to say that mahjong seems immune to his high [intelligence] attribute. During the new year, he just watched his aunt play on the computer for a while and felt headache, irritability and yawning.

Instead, he might as well take advantage of the fresh air and go around the playground a few more times.

"Well, it's OK to find Mr. Xia, but don't regret it."

Gu Xiaoyan said something on the phone, and Lin Xiaoxian stopped:

"What do you mean...?"

"Since I said no money, don't you wonder what we use as chips?"

"Raise..." Lin Xiaoxian took a breath and his old face turned red. "It can't be... His clothes..."

"Bah! Vulgar! "

Gu Xiaoyan spat, then lowered his voice and said word by word:

"Our bet... Is towels..."

“！”

"... it is said that Jiajia's game is very bad. Maybe she will lose ten..."

“！！！”

Lin Xiaoxian, who had made up his mind to abstain, came up with the world famous painting "flushed study committee members and ten towels", and his throat suddenly dried up.