It seems that Senior Brother Feng is going to be promoted again. I guess after this promotion, he will be busier than before.

After returning from Jihun Village, life suddenly became calmer, and no special people or special things appeared for a long time.

When I was a child, I always felt that this kind of dull life was like chewing wax, but when I grew up, such a life became my luxury.

In fact, since I was fifteen, I have already cherished this hard-earned dullness in my subconscious mind.

I finally didn't have to run between trains and long-distance buses. I could finally eat three meals a day at home instead of sleeping in the open. Finally, I didn't have to worry about any accidents happening to the people around me.

From mid-October that year to New Year's Day, everything that happened around me revolved around the dullness in life. Those things cannot impress people too much. Just like everyone has to eat and sleep every day, you can't remember what you ate at noon a month ago, nor can you remember what dreams you had on the night a month ago.

During that time, Master's pneumonia was cured and he started smoking again, but he didn't dare to smoke as fiercely as he used to.

During that time, Xian'er fell in love with the Return of the Condor Heroes. She pulled a rope in the yard of her uncle's house and sometimes slept on it. I know that she was an imitation of Xiaolongnu. Although Xian'er is cruel, she is a fox demon who rarely eats the world. Seeing her lying on the hemp rope less than the thickness of her little finger, she really has a little bit of a pure fairy temperament.

Moreover, her body weighs only about ten pounds, so sleeping on a rope is not difficult for her.

Usually when I was in class, Xian'er would wander on the playground of our school. Now she had a physical body and everyone could see him. However, in front of others, Xian'er usually disguised herself with illusion. In my eyes, she had long snow-white hair and a fluffy white tail wrapped around her waist. But in others' eyes, Xian'er's beautiful hair was pure black, and the white tail on her waist disappeared.

To put it simply, in the eyes of others, Xian'er is an ordinary woman, a very beautiful ordinary woman.

Because of her charming appearance, she was teased by several gangsters while wandering on the playground.

I don’t know what happened to the gangsters who teased her in the end, but generally speaking, no one who dares to be unable to get along with Xian'er will end up.

There was a while when Xian'er became obsessed with reading books. She read all kinds of books, regardless of type or type. During those days, every night, she would sneak into major bookstores in the city and treat those bookshops as her free reading rooms.

There were also a few days when Xian'er became obsessed with cooking skills. I have to say that she has no talent than me in cooking skills. She praised her for saying that the dishes she cooked were unpalatable.

In short, during those ordinary days, Xian'er's various actions always made my life less boring. She is the kind of person who is easily addicted to something and is easily popular for three minutes. She always remembers that one generation after another and has no longevity.

As Ma Jianguo said, Senior Brother Feng became the director of our city police station in early November. He became even busier and too busy to hand over. During that period, except for when I was building electronic files, he came to my school once, and I never saw Senior Brother Feng again.

By the way, there are also Wong Tai Sin and the others. Since they moved to Lunfen Mountain, they have often eaten with us. I know a lot about his family.

His godson Huang Shu worked in the factory for several months. Because he was smart and willing to work, he became the young class monitor on their assembly line. His salary was much higher than before and he also paid insurance.

With the disdainful efforts of Huang Daxian, Xiao Liu finally recognized others. He first remembered Huang Daxian, then remembered Huang Shu, remembered my master and me, and remembered my uncle.

Master Chen said that it is already a miracle that Xiao Liu can remember so many things after losing his soul.

However, although Xiao Liu's brain was a little easier, his destructive power was still strong. The new sofa that my uncle replaced at the end of October was caught by it again, and later my uncle was too lazy to change it.

As for the original Lord Huang Daxian, with the help of Master Chen, his transformation ability is much stronger than before. Now, not only can he transform into a normal person intact, but he can't even see a few yellow hairs on his body. In addition, during that period, he had been studying the soul-catching lock and the soul-attracting lamp with Master Chen, but I heard from Master Chen that these two people had been studying for two or three months, but they had not achieved much results.

Life is just like this, and these equally ordinary but not ordinary people make up almost all parts of my daily life. Apart from them, the only thing that makes me think about is my studies.

Because I haven't attended classes for a month and a half, I can no longer keep up with the teacher's teaching progress. What the teacher said is as difficult as the heavenly book to me. I can only listen to the lecture in a pretentious manner while secretly learning by myself.

At the end of December, the school organized a monthly exam, and my grades in all subjects were hovering on the passing line. But what surprised me was that I was not the bottom in the class.

There are actually people who have worse grades than me, how could this happen?

After the monthly exam, New Year's Day was soon on. On New Year's Day, we did not have a holiday, and the school held a "unique" New Year's Day party in the Great Hall.

But the so-called "Grand Hall" of our school can only accommodate a few hundred people at most. There are nearly 20,000 people in four levels of the school. Such a small hall will definitely not be able to sit in. Later, only the seniors and sisters from the repeating class went to the hall, while the others could only watch live TV.

At that time, each class had a TV that could broadcast the scenes in the hall live. I remember when I was just in high school, the principal held a TV conference for us, but since then, I have never seen this TV turn on until New Year's Day.

The head teacher came to the classroom and first told us to watch the New Year's Day party. Then he ran to the back of the TV cabinet and plugged in. But when he turned on the TV, he found that the TV could not be turned on.

After that, the head teacher fiddled with the TV and the socket behind the TV cabinet for a while. After more than ten minutes, he finally confirmed that there was no problem with the power supply, and the problem was the TV.

Everyone was worried that the TV would break down, and the head teacher would take the opportunity to take up the time we watched the live broadcast to explain the test papers.

Unexpectedly, the head teacher decided to repair the TV. Of course, he did not repair it himself, but to repair the TV Logistics Department and let the people from the Logistics Department repair it.

And the task of moving the TV to the logistics department fell on me because only I could move the broken TV in the classroom.

I also forgot whether there would be LCD TVs in 2002. Anyway, the TVs in our school are not LCD, but old-sized TVs with a screen of about 29 inches, but the weight is almost as high as the refrigerator at my uncle's house.

When I was carrying the TV downstairs, I happened to meet the school security guard patrolling the floor. When he saw me, he shouted at me at the top of the room: "What are you doing?"

It's like I'm stealing the TV.

I didn't want to pay attention to him, but I was worried that he would come up to find fault, so I replied in a muffled voice: "The TV repairer."

The security guard ignored me after that.

When he arrived at the logistics office, several teachers from the logistics department were gathering around a table to drink tea and chat. One of them did not look like a teacher in the school. His skin was dark and rough, and he looked like a farmer, but his clothes were obviously more valuable than those around him. Among the few people, he spoke the most, and the others were echoing him.

In addition, this man was holding an animal that looked a bit like a weasel, but the animal had black and white patterns on its face. It took me a lot of effort to recognize that it was a civet.

The topic these people are discussing at this time also seems to be related to this civet.

When I put the TV on the ground, they immediately stopped talking and looked at me at the same time.

I pointed to the TV on the ground and said, "The TV is broken, the head teacher asked me to take it over and repair it."

One of the male teachers frowned: "If the TV breaks down, you can't come to logistics. Who can repair it here?"

At this time, someone patted the man holding a civet in his arms and said to him: "Oh, Lao Lu, I remember you have done electrical repairs before, so I'll help with repairing them."

The man called "Old Road" smiled and asked the person beside him: "Do you have a screwdriver? It's better to be a cross."

Soon someone opened the desk drawer, took a cross screwdriver from it and handed it to Lao Lu. Lao Lu came to me with the screwdriver, squatted down, first put his civet on the table beside him, and then fiddled at the TV.

I looked at the civet. It was lying on the table, quietly looking at Lao Lu, looking very quiet and obedient.

I looked at Lao Lu again. His skin was dark and red. It was obvious that he was often sunburned under the sun. There were even signs of sunburn on the back of his neck. But he didn't look like a person who did heavy work, because there were almost no calluses on his palms.

Just as I was staring at him, he suddenly raised his head and met my eyes.

Maybe he felt that there was not much kindness in my eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked me: "What's wrong, why do you look at people like this?"

I asked him, "Are you not a teacher in the school?"

He blinked at me: "How did you know?"

I said: "Face to the face."

He smiled, lowered his head, continued to fiddle with the TV, and said to me, "I am a project worker. Your school is going to build a teacher apartment recently, and the project is contracted by me. Oh, you said that your child doesn't look big, so why is the look of looking at people so fierce?"

Judging from what he meant, he was a contractor.

His skin should be tanned on the construction site all year round, but foremen like him usually only stare at the construction site, and rarely work by themselves. No wonder the palms are so delicate.

I responded to him: "I have small eyes and look fierce."
Chapter completed!