The Sand Sculpture God is using magic to bully the boss again

Xu Xingli followed the class monitor downstairs and saw Gao Xiuyang on the playground. She trotted over and returned the key to him: "Mr. Gao, I haven't had time to give it away yet. The class monitor said that the opening ceremony is very important. Points will be deducted if there are not enough people. I am going to start school." The key will be delivered after the ceremony."

Gao Xiuyang didn't know that someone was waiting for the key, so he took the key and put it in his pocket, put it away, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll return it after the ceremony."

The opening ceremony is always the same, long and boring.

The three women's costume masters waited on pins and needles, and took advantage of the whole school's opening ceremony, they detoured to the warehouse, smashed the window, went in and took three sets of new men's school uniforms to change into.

After the opening ceremony was over, Xu Xingli followed the group back to class, only to find that Luo Jiamao was already sitting in the corner of the classroom with a dark face - she was at the same table.

When the students in class 15 saw Luo Jiamao, they calmed down unconsciously, knowing that the young master was in a bad mood now, and they didn't want to make trouble.

It was only then that Xu Xingli remembered that Luo Jiamao at this time had a bad temper and no friends.

He was so famous for his fights during military training that no one in the class dared to sit with him. Xu Xingli, who was late, could only take over this hot potato.

Looking at this familiar face, she couldn't help but get angry - this person tied her up in her previous life, and then drove her into the sea in a car accident.

Luo Jiamao's expression was not good, and seeing her soft and cute face, he subconsciously restrained himself, and asked stiffly, "Why are there so many school uniforms in your drawer?"

Xu Xingli: "New student, he didn't participate in the military training, he just received his school uniform."

Luo Jiamao frowned: "Where is the key to the warehouse?"

Xu Xingli shook his head: "At Teacher Gao's place."

Thinking of Gao Xiuyang's slow look, Luo Jiamao was full of displeasure but had nowhere to vent, so he stopped talking.

The system finally faced the target person directly, and happily released the task: "The target person has just suffered mental damage, the host hastened to comfort him~!"

Xu Xingli: Heh, mental damage?I caused it.

But it has to be installed.

She looked at her new deskmate curiously: "Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you go to the opening ceremony? The monitor said that collective points would be deducted if there were not enough people."

Luo Jiamao: "..."

classmates:"……"

The new students are so brave!Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!

System: ... is for you to comfort him, not for you to add salt to the wound.

Xu Xingli slowly wrote his name on his new book, and said casually, "I heard that there was a fight in the morning. I thought our school was very safe..."

The students gasped. The new students were braver than they had imagined. They dared to face the jealous boss and hit the pain point directly.

Xu Xingli paused to write, looked around for a while, then looked at Luo Jiamao in disbelief, and asked, "It couldn't be you, could it?"

She paused, her voice was weaker: "Don't beat girls?"

System: Host, you are stirring the flames.

But I have to say that its host's acting skills are quite good, quite natural, and it can't be seen that it is finding fault at all.

Luo Jiamao's face was dark, and he almost jumped out word by word from the gap between his teeth: "Don't hit."

Xu Xingli breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest: "That's good, my small body is very fragile, punching you may cause me to fracture myself and go to the hospital. After all, the effect of force is mutual."

Luo Jiamao: "..."

Xu Xingli continued: "Are you injured?"

At the same time, she used one point to find a system to buy a bottle of medical alcohol.

The system was moved to tears, its host had played enough, and finally knew how to care about the target person.

[System task: Care for Luo Jiamao's injury, disinfect his wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, reward 3 points after completion. 】

"No." Luo Jiamao was finally in a better mood. His new tablemate was just not very good at winking, but he still knew how to care about others.

"It's a pity." Xu Xingli shook his head regretfully, and took out a bottle of medical alcohol and a bag of cotton swabs that came with the system from the inner pocket of his school uniform.

Luo Jiamao was stunned: "Where did you take it out?"

Who in a normal person would carry such a large bottle of medical alcohol?

At the same time, he was a little touched that his deskmate was still thinking about debridement and disinfection of his wound.

Xu Xingli took out a medical cotton swab and dipped it in enough alcohol.

Luo Jiamao thought she was going to disinfect his wound, so he reluctantly stretched out his hand.

Xu Xingli stood up holding a cotton swab, and said solemnly, "I'm a magician."

The students who quietly ate melons turned their heads one after another, watching the excitement openly.

Xu Xingli snapped his fingers, and the cotton swab was ignited, like a miniature torch in miniature.

"Wow——" No one saw how she lit the cotton swab stick, and everyone was amazed.

Xu Xingli smiled slightly: "I'll show you a fire-breathing technique."

At the table in front of her, a curious little curly hair came over and asked, "Is it really hot?"

"Of course it's true, brag about it if you don't believe me." Xu Xingli handed Little Flame to him.

The little curly hair hesitated for half a second, and aimed the small portable electric fan in his hand at the flames - with a puff, a little fire dragon sprayed straight at Luo Jiamao.

"..."

There was silence in the classroom.

Luo Jiamao: "..."

He was naive.

He thought that the alcohol and cotton swabs at the same table were to disinfect his wound, but he didn't expect that the same table was trying to burn him to death.

The little curly hair was dumbfounded, and silently looked at Luo Jiamao in horror—is he going to die if he offends the school bully who can hit ten in one?

After a second of silence, an unknown exclamation finally ignited the panic of the whole class.

There was chaos in the classroom, and there were exclamations one after another.

Xu Xingli hastily circled in the air a few times to extinguish the flames: "Sorry, sorry, I'm not good at learning... are you okay?"

A piece of Luo Jiamao's hair on the left forehead was burnt bald, but fortunately no flesh was burned, only the image was damaged, which looked funny and embarrassing.

The little curly hair holding the electric fan was at a loss, and raised his hand in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be able to spray so far..."

Xu Xingli also apologized again and again: "I didn't expect to be able to spray so far... Sorry, it's the first time I used a cotton swab to perform this kind of magic, and I'm unfamiliar."

Her attitude of admitting her mistakes was quite sincere, and Luo Jiamao's forehead was throbbing with veins. Looking at her pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear to speak harshly.

Luo Jiamao held back an unknown anger and had nowhere to vent it, his face was darker than the bottom of the pot, but he still insisted and said "it's okay".

The little curly hair was puzzled, and asked in a low voice: "How did you ignite it? It ignited with a snap of your fingers."

Xu Xingli: "Secretly took the lighter from my deskmate, and hid it in the hand holding the cotton swab. You didn't see it, and you snapped your fingers to cover the sound of the lighter."

As she spoke, she returned the lighter to Luo Jiamao, and said softly, "It's dangerous to play with fire."

Luo Jiamao: "..."

The man who burned his hair with his lighter is now telling him to play with fire.

Are you a little self-conscious?

"Rebellion? Didn't you hear the class bell for a long time?" The dean stood at the door with his hands behind his back, his eyes fierce.

The classroom fell silent instantly, and the students returned to their seats obediently.

The dean frowned: "What smell?"

"Report to the teacher, medical alcohol is disinfecting the wound of my deskmate." Xu Xingli pretended to take a new cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect the tiny wound on Luo Jiamao's left knuckle.

At the same time, I was still looking for the system to collect debts in my heart-the task is completed, and I will give points.

system:……

It has never seen such a brazen host, and it even suspects that the host deliberately burned the hair of the target person.

Even if it maliciously speculates about the host, it can only issue points reluctantly.

The dean didn't pursue it, but said, "Come out for a while, Luo Jiamao."

Xu Xingli pushed the alcohol and cotton swabs onto Luo Jiamao's desk: "You can disinfect the wound yourself later, I have to go to class."

He looked quite innocent, with some guilt in his eyes.

Luo Jiamao is not very good at dealing with this kind of porcelain doll, so he replied in a low voice: "Got it."

The dean noticed his strangeness and asked, "What's the matter with the hair?"

Luo Jiamao touched the part of his hair that was burned off, and casually put it off: "I didn't notice, it must have been done by Yu Ziheng."

The teacher's arrival forcibly ended the chaos in the classroom and restored the normal teaching order.

After the two left, Gao Xiuyang entered the classroom with a smile on his biology textbook: "Everyone is an old comrade-in-arms who has shared weal and woe for half a month. You should already be familiar with each other. Let's start the class directly."

The classroom was full of wailing—the first class of the school was supposed to be an icebreaker!

Gao Xiuyang smiled and said, "Are you ready for the weekend and monthly exams?"

Xu Xingli was startled: "Why do you take the monthly exam right after school starts?"

The little curly hair at the front desk explained to her: "We have always been in a competitive relationship with the No. [-] Middle School next door. During military training, they will spend half a day in cultural classes. In order to save half a day in the sun, we asked the teachers to suggest to keep up with the progress of the next door... "

Xu Xingli was dumbfounded. She thought she only missed half a month of military training, but unexpectedly she also missed half a month of cultural classes.

In her previous life, in order to save the world, she just gave up the exam. This time she has to study hard and try to stay away from Luo Jiamao in the class test.

The system whispered to BB: "I thought you didn't like studying."

Xu Xingli: "Theoretical knowledge is the foundation of magic! How can we design exquisite magic performances without solid theoretical knowledge?"

System: "Our goal is to save the villain. Luo Jiamao will suffer a major blow this weekend. We are going to save him."

Xu Xingli retorted: "That's your goal. My goal is to kill them and become the greatest magician of this century."

System: "...Don't you have a saying called 'everyone is here'?"

Xu Xingli: "That's right, everyone is here, it would be a pity not to take the opportunity to take revenge."

system:"……"

Xu Xingli: "Admit it, physical transcendence is the best way of salvation."

The system decided to shut itself down for a while and calm down.

At the same time, in the monitoring room, Shi Chengyan, Yu Ziheng, and Luo Jiamao gathered together.

Luo Jiamao found a peaked cap from nowhere and put it on his head backwards, covering the bald spot that was burned.

Director Zhang said: "Have you finished watching the monitoring? Since you entered the infirmary, no one else has been near the infirmary, and there is no possibility of others harming you."

Yu Ziheng: "So the problem lies with these two people?"

Luo Jiamao was so angry that he clenched his fist and wanted to hit someone: "Make it clear, I am also a victim."

Shi Chengyan watched the farce indifferently.

Yu Ziheng snorted coldly: "Who knows if you deliberately changed into a skirt to pretend to be the victim."

"You—" Luo Jiamao grabbed his collar as if to hit him.

Director Zhang stopped him: "Okay, this matter ends here."

He took out another document: "The monitoring records of the warehouse have also been checked, and the inventory has also been counted, and the quantity is correct. Therefore, it is impossible to check the source of the school uniforms on your body."

Yu Ziheng raised his eyebrows: "Didn't someone take four sets of girls' school uniforms this morning?"

Shi Chengyan shook his head: "The size doesn't match."

Yu Ziheng persisted: "Who knows if she lied about her size."

Luo Jiamao glared at him: "What else do you do besides slandering people? It was my deskmate who took the school uniform in the morning. She wore one set, and the other three sets were still unopened in her drawer."

Yu Ziheng snorted slightly, and raised a strange smile: "Is there something wrong? Are you interested?"

"Get lost, you know how to fart!" Luo Jiamao ignored the presence of the colonel's leader, gave Yu Ziheng a sip, and walked away.

Yu Ziheng shook his head with emotion: "This idiot..."

Shi Chengyan stared at the monitor screen, thinking about the strangeness of this matter.

The author says:

Xu Xingli: Unexpected, right?It's me.