: One hundred and forty-four seagulls

Changed clothes, Guan Ming told Guan Dang Guan Ma and went out, anyway, the old couple did not know whether he went to the company.
Guan Ming is not afraid of the old couple. Although the old couple do not know the existence of the double star, the double star is there and will not give up. If something goes wrong, the double star will call Guan Ming, at least with the ability of the double star. This is not a problem. .
Regarding the introduction of Double Star, Guan Ming still said that this is a voice assistant developed by him, which can perform voice control to open or close the door with voice recognition. The performance is not outstanding, because he needs to speak Mandarin and have a louder voice, otherwise he cannot recognize it.
Even Bian Chengwen only asked a few times with great interest. As for the father and mother, they still felt that the key was more reliable.
"Uncle and aunt are not at home?" The door of the room was opened, Guan Ming went in the slippers, the electric fan whispered, and the TV didn't know what program was on, and the host chattered endlessly.
"No, wait, I'll change my clothes and let's go." Mu Xiaoxiao was bored at home, and after Guan Ming came in, she ran back to her room.
There are many men in the family who are both lonely and widows. At the same time, the weather is very hot and they need to change clothes.
At this time, Mu Xiaoxiao's IQ came online suddenly, and under the condition that he was blamed for not being prepared, the chair was against the room door.
The home is not the same as the school. The door does not have a ventilation window. Although Mu Xiaoxiao knows that she is changing clothes in the room, Guan Ming can only feel itchy.
Bump
The volleyball hit the ground, the camera replayed in slow motion, and you can see the small expression on the ground when the defensive player fell on the ground.
Zhi Guanming looked at the bottom of the screen and found that it was the polar bear girl who lost the ball. She looked very ordinary, especially her expression now looks distorted.
The aesthetics of China and the West are different. Even the beautiful beauty Sarabova in the sports world is just as ordinary as Guan Ming. It is not as good as Korean car models. At least at this point in time, the three major Korean car models have been eroded by the Internet. Although the domestic otaku circle has not yet reached its peak, it has also benefited various toilet paper manufacturers and indirectly killed N billion billion young lives.
This is probably the same period of time in my life. Guan Ming also often goes to auto shows. As for watching the ball or watching the car, only Guan Ming himself understands.
东西 The sound of something dragging came out, Guan Ming turned his head, and Mu Xiaoxiao opened the bedroom door.
Snow-white shoulder dress, round neck, skirt hem to the knee a little bit down, with an electronic watch on the right wrist, some long hair was tied into a high ponytail, mainly for ventilation, to prevent the back neck from evaporating to form a stuffy area.
"It's beautiful." Guan Ming smiled and gave a thumbs up, not saving his praise.
Although he is not as friendly as Li Zhi, although he is not as chesty as Huang Meiji, and although he does not have the S-curve like Lin Zhihui, Guan Ming feels that this is good. What bike is it?
"Hey." Mu Xiaoxiao smiled and scratched her nose, a little embarrassed, and rarely praised for her beauty. She thought she was just an ordinary and ordinary person. The sudden praise almost flashed her waist. She also awakened her deeper understanding of gender.
"Then let's go." Suddenly realizing that Guan Ming had been downgraded from the identity of a teacher, Mu Xiaoxiao's uneasy panic, and eagerly wanted to break this quiet place, even if the host in the TV set was in In the case of aggression, under her feeling at the moment, she was also quiet, so quiet that she could hear the heart beating.
"Walking." Patting his knees, Guan Ming didn't realize Mu Xiaoxiao's psychological changes. He always thought that Mu Xiaoxiao's affection should be in college, and the timeline of personality in his mind was September this year.
In fact, human emotion changes cannot be predicted with accurate time, even if you know the antecedents and consequences of Mu Xiaoxiao's last life, because the 'environmental variables' have changed.
Wu Guanming is not a butterfly thousands of miles away, and Mu Xiaoxiao is not a tornado separated by thousands of miles. The two of them just hover each other to fly seagulls in the boundless world, on the surface of ten thousand hectares.
Uh ...
"喏," Ancient Chinese History, "published by Beijing Normal University." Guan Ming found a book in the library, and handed it to some silent girls around him.
Guan Ming is more curious about Mu Xiaoxiao's state, as if suddenly silent, this is the case from the moment she left her house. Guan Ming has a good memory, and on the way, she also purposely let the double star send information to his mobile phone in text form. In middle school and history freshman courses and teaching materials, Guan Ming told Mu Xiaoxiao one by one when he took the bus, just like usual communication, but he did not get a positive response from Mu Xiaoxiao, as if he had just returned to his life. To Mu Xiaoxiao's time.
No, or more autistic than it was then.
At first Mu Xiaoxiao was very careful and obedient to Guan Ming. He could also get a monosyllable response. Guan Ming summarized as timid, obedient, and inexplicably unconfident.
However, with the improvement of her academic performance, Mu Xiaoxiao's personality gradually became extroverted, with the vivacity and naughty of her age, but today, Guan Ming felt that the other side was deliberately avoiding it. This left Guan Ming scratching his head, some eggs It hurts because the egg hurts because he doesn't know why Mu Xiaoxiao changed.
"Oh, thank you, brother." He embraced the books with his hands, stuck in his chin, his head bowed as if beheaded, and turned to find a seat to read.
Guan Mingshun took a brief history of the world from the bookshelf, and behind Mu Xiaoxiao, he still had to cultivate a little bit of common language or something. He never felt that it was a mistake to cater to the other party. Who can let him look at it? Don't forget it.
I sat next to Mu Xiaoxiao, thinking she would be curious to see, by the way, asking ‘why do you study mathematics and why do you read history’? But Mu Xiaoxiao just looked down at the book and looked at the text on it.
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Before entering the library, the two ate a beef noodle in the fly house near the library. There was still some beef smell in the mouth. The bright sunlight illuminated the reading area, a faint feeling, like silky silk. If there is no obsession, even if you look at the dull world history, Guan Ming also smiles and is satisfied, but this satisfaction comes from beef noodles, which may not be measurable.
Whether learning can make people happy, this is personal, but in most cases, learning will make people focus, blinking in the blink of an eye, and the setting sun falls on the ground.
"Today is tight. I will go back to the local sophomore to borrow the freshman textbooks for you to see. For such a long vacation, you are probably bored." Looking back, Guan Ming looked at him more than half a meter away. Girl, said.
"No, today I just want to come to the library suddenly." Awkward slightly tilted his head, and unnaturally pinched the hair scattered by the horns behind his ears.
The movement is not gentle or natural, but in Guan Ming's eyes, he seems to see the cherry blossoms in April, and the flowers are flying all over the sky.
"It's all a trivial matter. Many college students are not as hard-working as those in high school. Of course, some college students have evolved into university monks." Guan Ming said with a smile, especially the last sentence, which is particularly stressful.
He turned his head hesitantly. Mu Xiaoxiao could not resist the temptation of the university. He had no words, his bright eyes were like gems, and his pupils reflected the silhouette of Guan Ming.
Like the starry curiosity of the night sky.
Like a silence of Wang Bitan.
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