nycdaug Chapter 213, with its three sentences, kept me on my mind all night.
Chapter 213, with its three sentences, kept me on my mind all night.
Good news always puts people in a good mood, and although there were some embarrassing little hiccups along the way, it was all good overall.
Miya Xing brought out some large game consoles that he had researched before. He hadn't worked with such things for a long time. Hmm... the last time he experimented was with steroids.
It was indeed a long time ago.
I wiped the dust off these things, sat on the bed and thought about it for a while, feeling a little reluctant to throw them away.
Where can we find a proper place to settle them?
While pondering this matter, I also considered the feasibility of making bento boxes.
If you buy a meal, put it in another box, and then carefully arrange it, would that be considered a homemade bento?
It seems to work.
The knocking on the dormitory door interrupted his thoughts. He got up and opened the door, but it wasn't Eric who was returning to the dormitory.
"Flame King?"
An unexpected guest.
“Well,” the guest stammered, as if facing a difficult predicament, “I’m here to see you.”
"Ah, come in first," she said, her expression so serious that people might imagine some cute warrior declaring war on a cute knight. "Is there something you need?"
“I’ve been thinking lately…” He took the tea that Miya Xing handed him but didn’t drink it, “I’ve been thinking about how to get along with my classmates.”
"Get along well with your classmates?" Mi Yaxing recalled a few scenes and joked, "There are quite a few girls in school who admire you, how much more 'friendly' do you want? Could it be..."
"No, no!" The other person in the conversation was clearly someone who would take a joke seriously. "It's not that kind of relationship, nor is it the kind of relationship you're talking about."
"Which one is it?" Mischievousness was stirred up, and his words were full of rhetoric. Anyone familiar with Miya Star would know that this person was full of bad intentions again.
"I……"
However, the one who sees this side of things now is someone who can't see it at all.
"I don't know how to describe it." Flame King thought seriously about the question raised by Miya Star, "It's like the 'friendliness' that Oupa had with you guys."
He breathed a sigh of relief that he had finally found a suitable metaphor.
"Comrade?"
“No, not exactly.” Flame King realized that his metaphor was inappropriate.
"It's just a normal... um, ordinary relationship."
"You don't think being comrades-in-arms is a normal relationship?"
"No, no!" He stood up nervously, trying to gesture something.
"Okay, okay, I know what kind of relationship you're talking about, don't get agitated."
He immediately stopped his teasing behavior and asked, "But why did you think of coming to find me?"
"I've asked Jimmy, Yufeng, Oupa, Piaoapiao, and Xiaofudie before..." Flame King sat back down, "but it was no use."
So many people have the right to ask?
It sounds like their interpersonal relationships are not bad.
Jimmy said that he would naturally make many friends;
Yu Feng said that people always come up to her on their own, which is a bit of a distraction for her when she's daydreaming;
Ou Pa said that interacting more with people will naturally make relationships closer;
Piao Piao said that she used to have bad interpersonal relationships, but now she feels that having a few good friends is enough, which made me change my mindset.
Little Butterfly said that a smiling face naturally makes people like you.
He acted like a patient seeking medical advice, explaining in detail to the "doctor" everything he had done to "cure" his illness.
As he spoke, he showed a smile on his face – “?”.
"Doctor" Mi Yaxing looked away, unable to bear the sight: "Why did you suddenly think of finding me?"
What kind of people will feel friendly from this smile?
“I smiled at the other classmates, but before we got to the point where Ou Pa talked about ‘more communication,’ everyone ran away.”
That doesn't sound surprising at all.
Should we encourage Flame King at this time? It's amazing that he could come up with the idea of combining everyone's methods.
Never mind, Miya Xing looked away again. His strong will prevented him from seeing Yan Wang's face again and laughing out loud, which was quite impolite, when he recalled that smile.
“Only Rui Bu Si didn’t run away; she said my smile was very distinctive.”
As a listener, Miya Xing finally took things a little more seriously, and didn't think about anything else while responding to Yan Wang.
Did she say anything else?
"Later, I discussed with her how to get along with everyone. She said she didn't have any problems with that at all, and gave me advice—that getting along with classmates didn't require so much trouble, and that she could just come to her."
Huh? Mi Yaxing blinked in confusion and pointed to himself. Did he spend a lot of time with his classmates?
Although many of his classmates, like him, entered the Moe Academy at a very young age, and in some ways it could be said that the whole school was full of childhood friends, he used to hardly like to interact with everyone except when he was playing pranks.
But we did get along very well.
Flame King continued to recall: "Ah, right! Ruibusi said that as long as it's a small favor like helping you test a machine, you will definitely help."
Oh, testing equipment? Does he have any equipment that he needs someone to test?
While Yan Wang was pondering why Rui Bu Si had said those things on Mi Ya Star, he stood up, his hand resting on the machine: "Is this the one? What do I need to do?"
"Hey! No, this thing..." has a problem.
The game console, which hadn't been used in a long time, started up automatically. Yan Wang's voice was both puzzled and confused: "I feel like my hands are constantly being manipulated, and they just won't stop. Is this normal?"
“This…” Miya Xing sighed, “Just wait a while, it will be normal.”
Miya Xing recalled that Rui Bu Si had promised him that she would trick his classmates into doing experiments for him.
It's amazing this person still remembers after all this time. He glanced at this guest who had arrived at just the right moment, hoping that the Flame King wouldn't burn down the dormitory in a fit of anger later.
Fortunately, the game console didn't completely go out of control; it stopped in time when it was supposed to.
...Given the situation with the Flame King, it might not be considered timely.
"I'll take you to the infirmary first." After hearing that the new head nurse at the infirmary was Xu Xingchun, Mi Yaxing had been avoiding going there.
But now the Flame King's hands are still trembling... and we don't know where Ou is. Going to the infirmary is obviously the most direct and quickest option.
When they arrived at the infirmary, Pahua was already there.
"Director Pa?"
"Oh, you guys. I came to ask Head Nurse Xu Xingchun if she has received any letters."
It was a coincidence; he had just arrived, greeted us, and hadn't asked anything yet.
"How did you do this?"
"There was a slight mishap," Mi Yaxing said vaguely.
Fortunately, Pa was preoccupied with something and didn't ask any further questions.
"A letter?" Xu Xingchun took out the instrument and gestured for Yan Wang to sit down. Almost without thinking, he said, "Yes, it's behind the screen."
Behind the screen?
Pulling back the screen, a large red bag comes into view.
On the other side, Xu Xingchun was examining Yan Wang: "Yes, there's a huge pile, and the envelopes are quite exquisite and high-end. Little friend, there's nothing seriously wrong with your body. You've just overused your hands. No matter what you do, you must pay attention to rest. Your health is the most important thing."
The Flame King opened his mouth several times as if to say something, but in the end he could only manage to utter, "Okay."
It's not a big problem. The simple solution is to wrap it in bandages, just like with steroids back then. This makes it very easy for the bouncy to cosplay as a zombie.
However, considering that everyone is short on time recently, Xu Xingchun gave the prepared ointment to Yan Wang: "The ointment cannot be used frequently. Hmm... it is best to rest. Excessive consumption and rapid recovery of the body is itself a kind of damage to the body."
"Did you remember that, kids?"
She really seemed to treat all the students like little kids in the preschool department.
"Remember, remember."
The person who slipped and fell to the ground already knew what that pile of letters was.
He said that even if Teacher Qian Jin had a bad memory, he shouldn't have sent so many letters in such a short time.
Inside were all the elders' council invitations that Principal Os sent to Elder Kendrick!
This all happened a hundred years ago.
She mentally scolded Da Tiantian, then resignedly dragged out the letters as she slipped to the ground.
“Well,” he said, hiding the bag behind his back and moving slowly towards his colleagues and classmates, “you didn’t see anything.”
The three people, not understanding, nodded blankly.
"I've never been here, and these things have never appeared!"
The three people nodded, even more confused.
After leaving the infirmary, Pa slid down and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He was thinking about whether to throw the pile of things into different trash cans in batches when he ran into the last person he wanted to see at that moment.
"Principal Os, what a coincidence, haha..." He tried to hide the bag behind his back.
However, with his relatively small frame, what could he possibly hide?
“Director Pa?” Osgeda looked behind him, the other person trying to block his view. “This is…”
"No! Nothing at all!" Realizing her tone was too harsh, she slipped her handkerchief to salvage the situation. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. We can talk about it later."
The man, as swift as the wind, departed, the contents of his bag bobbing in the breeze, one of the letters drifting out and then gently falling back down.
Osgeda felt that the face looked familiar.
He picked it up and looked at it again.
Now I understand why it looked familiar.
He quickly stuffed the letter into his pocket, preparing to go back and carry out his detailed plan to destroy the evidence. He turned around and met the curious gazes of a passing classmate.
"Elder Os, is there something you need?" Ribusi didn't understand why Osgeda was looking at her with such a strange expression.
She was just asked by her roommate to buy a late-night snack. Doesn't the Moe Academy have any rules against buying late-night snacks?
“It’s nothing.” After a pause, Osgeda added, “I’ve spoken with other teachers about you before.”
Before?
Other teachers?
Weren't we just chatting with Director Pa?
What did Director Pa say to the principal? She hasn't done anything wrong lately!
Osgeda walked past her and patted her on the shoulder: "Study hard."
Damn it! It must have been Pa who said something when she landed!