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Chapter 126 The Next Magician
Neal sent Lavender back to the dormitory, and went back to the dormitory to rest with Magic Johnson's classic dribbling and passing moves in his mind tonight.

This night, Neil's mind was full of Magic Johnson's dribble and passing moves, and he couldn't sleep without thinking about it. Sometimes, as if he was fascinated, thinking about it, he actually wanted to move his feet and hands to actually operate it. But thinking of lying on the bed at this moment, I gave up the idea. I was itching in my heart all the time. I really wanted to play ball, but I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. I fell asleep inexplicably after thinking about it.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun also rose to the east, and the birds also stood on the treetops and began to sing. He lightly beat his dizzy head with his hand, shaking it, but he still couldn't think of it. I only vaguely remember when I fell asleep, it should be two or three o'clock in the morning.

He poked his eyes and glanced at his roommates. The quilts were turned upside down, messy, and there was no one. He looked at the darkness outside the window, which seemed to be a little brighter than usual, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his mind. : "Could it be that class is already in session now, it's broken, it's broken..."

He turned over and got up, tidied up casually, and rushed to the classroom.

He ran to the door of the classroom in one breath, glanced into the classroom, saw the teacher walking in the aisle with his hands behind his back, and hurriedly called for registration.

The teacher turned his head and looked at Neil: "Come in, you must be too tired from the game yesterday, but don't be late from now on, Neil."

"Okay, thank you teacher!"

Except for Lavender and the girls in the class, the rest of the boys looked at Neil and said with a wicked smile, "Let's watch it. It's not because we're too tired from the competition, but because we've watched too many movies. Let's let our imagination run wild!"

Immediately, all the boys in the class couldn't help laughing at the girls.

"Shut up!" the teacher said in an orderly tone, looking at the whole class.

The simple Neil didn't know what they meant, and he didn't pay much attention to it, so he just ignored it.

As soon as Neil sat down, Lavender turned her head and asked, "Why are you late this morning?"

"Because I couldn't sleep for a long time after watching Magic Johnson's dribbling and passing movements last night. I really wanted to play, and my hands were very itchy. I wanted to learn all his movements immediately, but the result was..."

"It's okay, it's okay, the teacher didn't blame you, so prepare carefully!"

Neil nodded, didn't say anything, took out a pen, notebook and books from the book drawer, and buried his head on the table.

Seeing that he was so serious, Lavender didn't bother him, and didn't pay attention to what he was going to do.

After a while, Lavender turned around to see what he was doing, and saw that Neil was still so serious, but at this moment, he was holding a pencil in his right hand and kept moving, his left hand was in front of him, and his head was lowered. , almost lying on the table, Lavender also asked more questions, seeing that he was so serious, he didn't bother him, turned around, and continued to preview.

The teacher had been walking back and forth in the aisle with his hands behind his back, and he also felt puzzled. Whenever he passed by Neil's desk, Neil would hurriedly stop writing and put his hands on the table, like a guilty thief, using luck He stared at me with a smile in his eyes. This kid must be doing something unrelated to the course. I have walked around the aisle four times, and they all behaved the same way. With my many years of teaching experience, this kid Neil must be doing something. Things that have nothing to do with the classroom.

After the teacher had this idea in his mind, he suddenly thought of what is said in philosophy, if you want to see whether something is true or false, you have to pick it up and check it out.

So, he bent down and stared straight at Neil, who had his head turned at a 45-degree angle, still staring at him with a playful smile, and said with a smile, "Neil, what are you doing? Why don't you let the teacher look."

"Teacher, it's nothing. I'm previewing. As the saying goes: A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. I will use my hands to remember it firmly." Neil responded quickly and responded accordingly.

"Since this is the case, it's a good habit, and you should let the teacher see it and praise you."

"Teacher, my parents taught me to keep a low profile since I was a child, so I am used to working hard and not asking for praise, because when I am praised, I will blush and feel embarrassed."

"is it?"

"Of course!"

Lavender couldn't help laughing while listening to their conversation.

Teacher, seeing that he was so cunning, there was really nothing he could do about it, so he didn't say anything more, and continued to straighten his body, walking forward, thinking about how to subdue this kid Neil, and he knew how to play tricks in a day.

Seeing that the teacher had finally left, Neil was secretly proud and praised himself in a low voice: "Yeah...Neil, you are so smart!"

As the teacher was walking, he suddenly thought of such a method. Otherwise, I will go outside the door first, and then come in and tell him that his class teacher is looking for him and let him go out first.

Afterwards, the teacher walked out quickly, walked around the door for about 5 minutes, returned to the classroom again, and walked towards Neil's seat in a hurry, and the students were all stunned by his hurried steps Terrified, he moved his gaze to follow his figure.

Seeing the teacher walking towards him in a hurry, Neil hurriedly covered the drawing with a book, sat up straight, and stared straight at the teacher.

He walked towards Neil and said, "Neil, your class teacher asked me to inform you that she has something to ask for you, and she is waiting for you in the office."

After hearing this, Neil looked at the teacher in disbelief, but he began to pretend to be serious, without changing his face, which made Neil a little confused, so he had to stand up and run out of the classroom in a hurry.

As soon as Neil ran out the door, the teacher bent down and quickly took out the things under his book.

He picked it up and looked at it. It really had nothing to do with the class content. He was actually drawing the head of Magic Johnson. He held the head of Magic Johnson drawn by Neil high in the air, looked at the whole class and asked: "Students?" Guys, do you know who Neil drew so vividly?"

Immediately, Lavender and all the boys and girls in the class focused their eyes on this piece of paper. Some of the girls didn’t know who that person was, but Lavender and most of the boys knew it. They could recognize Neil at a glance. Magic Johnson drawn like a real person.

Many boys were full of sarcasm and complained loudly: "Could it be that Neil still wants to be the next Magic Johnson? It's so funny!"

After hearing this, Lavender stood up, snatched the portrait of Magic Johnson from the teacher's hand, and glared angrily at the group of boys who just laughed at Neal: "It's none of your business, who he will become."

"Hey...you are still not convinced, am I wrong? Magic Johnson is now the hero of the Lakers' five-time championship. What about Neil? Let's talk about winning the high school championship first!"

Listening to these harsh remarks, the teachers present thought to themselves, fortunately Neil is not here, but I think it is still possible for him to become the next magician as long as he works hard.

About four or five minutes later, Neil came back angrily, bit his lip, stared at the teacher and asked, "Teacher, the head teacher said he didn't look for me!"

"I'm sorry, Neil! I just lied to you on purpose just to see the secret you've been hiding very well."

"Teacher, you are invading my privacy."

"Sorry, Neil! I was just curious to see what you were doing so obsessively in class."

"Did you see everything?"

"Not only he saw it, but our whole class saw it." Many boys in the class said in unison first.

"Did I let you talk?" the teacher stared at them and asked reproachfully.

"This is our freedom of speech, you have nothing to do with it." They lowered their tone slightly.

Neil pushed the teacher angrily, walked to his place, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "What about the portrait?"

Lavender was sullen, and put the portrait on Neil's desk with a frown.

The teacher still felt that he was wrong today, so he turned around, looked at Neil, and patted him on the shoulder: "Neil, your drawing is so beautiful, you can draw one for the teacher, just draw Magic Johnson, because I think as long as you keep working hard, you will definitely be the next Magic Johnson."

"Cut... As long as he is like that, with his golf skills, there will be another magician." Many boys stared at Neil with disdain and said this again.

After hearing this, Neil immediately burst into tears. He put the portrait in the book, turned around and ran out of the classroom through the back door.

The teacher reprimanded the talkative classmates just now: "Just because you talk a lot every day, do you have dreams, pursuits, and mistakes?"

As soon as the words fell, the teacher glanced at Lavender and chased him out through the back door.

At this time, Lavender stared at the group of boys just now for a long time with a hint of hatred in his eyes, before turning his gaze away.

(End of this chapter)