I have a cos system

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In the school, Qiao Ji successfully completed the procedures and the school had already been greeted.

As soon as I came out of the office, the bell rang.

"Qiao Ji?"

Zhang Chenyu, who was chatting with a few boys while walking out of the classroom, saw Qiao Ji coming out of the office.

He was about to step forward, but his steps suddenly shrank back.

Because he saw the police uncle Cheng Jun.

Why did Qiao Ji come with the police?

Are you here to find me?

Zhang Chenyu is a little bit better.

No, what happened last time is over, and I haven’t done much these days. At most...at most I just chatted about some pornographic jokes with my classmates. Isn’t this illegal?

At this time, Qiao Ji waved to him and motioned for him to come over.

Zhang Chenyu had no choice but to drag himself past his friend, despite the invisible pressure from the police uncle.

When he came over, Qiao Ji said to him: "Thank you for what happened this morning. Those people are indeed bad people."

"Huh? Are there really bad people?"

Zhang Chenyu himself didn't expect this to happen, and he had forgotten what happened in the morning.

"Yes, they are all murderous criminals, but they have been dealt with."

I tidied everything up in order.

Zhang Chenyu blurted out "Holy shit".

A murderous criminal?

He was shocked.

I used to think that the elder sister was pretty, with a good figure, and very generous.

But I didn't expect that she was actually a bad person.

Cheng Jun also patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, you are very vigilant."

"Thank you, thank you." He was a little shy after being praised.

It turns out I did a great thing.

"When I treat you to dinner tonight, remember to tell your family." Qiao Ji fulfilled his promise.

"Okay." Zhang Chenyu nodded excitedly, then looked at Cheng Jun and asked in a low voice, "Will the policeman also go?"

Cheng Jun was speechless.

I'm only 25, why am I an uncle?

Qiao Ji didn't care about how many people there were, and said, "Let's go together, we're all buddies."

Zhang Chenyu: Huh? Something feels wrong.

Cheng Jun thought to himself, good guy, do I have more brothers?

But when I think about it carefully, no, Qiao Ji is giving himself a seniority!

People call me uncle, but you call me buddy, right?

"I still have something to do. You guys have fun, don't run around and don't drink." Cheng Jun refused the invitation, and then said, "Would you like me to take you home?"

"No, I'll stay at school for a while and go home later."

Qiao Ji didn't plan to go home directly, but planned to buy some props and materials that might be used.

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

Cheng Jun turned to Zhang Chenyu and said, "You did a good job in the morning, but next time you see someone suspicious, remember to call the police first."

Don't just tell Qiao Ji.

"I see."

I didn't expect those three people to be really bad guys.

"I'll wait for you at the door after school." Qiao Ji walked into the classroom.

"Okay." Zhang Chenyu escaped into the crowd and continued to brag and chat.

In the back row, in his hometown, the throne is still there, but the king is nowhere to be seen.

He Ling was writing math problems seriously when suddenly someone appeared next to him.

She looked over and found that Qiao Ji had come back at some point and was packing his things.

School has just started, and there aren’t too many things. It’s not like the senior year of high school where you can’t even put it on the table and have to put a cardboard box under the table.

While Qiao Ji was packing his things, he said to He Ling who looked at him and forgot to say anything, "Why, don't you know me?"

"No, school is about to be over. Why do you come to school at this time?"

There is only the last class left in the afternoon. If you ask for leave, why come here now?

"I'll pack my things."

Qiao Ji packed up all the books and stationery, leaving nothing behind, and then said to He Ling, "I'm leaving."

He Ling was a little confused and wanted to leave?

Where to go?

The class bell rang, and the students poured into the classroom. The old man, the head teacher, walked in quickly, grabbing some.

When he came, he noticed Qiao Ji at a glance. He waited for the ringing to end and then said, "Let me tell you something first. Qiao Ji is going to transfer to another school. Qiao Ji, please tell me."

Transfer schools!

These two words came out of the blue, and He Ling looked up blankly at Qiao Ji beside him, feeling as if a heavy rain had suddenly fallen in his heart, so unprepared.

Zhang Chenyu was also surprised. Qiao Ji wanted to transfer to another school?

Why are you leaving so suddenly? Is it related to what happened in the morning?

"I'm wasting everyone's time. Due to my family's job transfer, I have to transfer to Yujing."

His eyes swept across the class. Although he knew everyone's name, he basically didn't say a few words.

"I hope you all will study hard in the future. Goodbye."

He picked up the book on the table and leaned against the wall, directly blending into the black shadow that spread to the wall without knowing when.

He Ling stretched out half of his hand, only to see the dark shadow retract under the desk.

Zhang Chenyu exclaimed: "Holy shit, I've become a living person!"

What kind of superpower is this?

Didn’t we agree on the psychic system?

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Qiao Ji fled directly outside the school without bothering the man outside to open the door.

The two streets outside the school are lined with small vendors.

The frying stall was set up, and the frozen skewers and plates sprinkled with chili noodles were put out.

The aunt who sells hot and sour noodles is also filling disposable paper bowls.

There is only one class left and school will be over. After a while, the place will become lively. Students will walk by, leaving the money in their pockets.

Qiao Ji walked along this very familiar road, looked at the small shops that he had hardly visited on weekdays, and entered a stationery store for the first time.

There are two shelves at the door, where many of the latest weekly magazines and comics are inserted.

On the shelf in the middle of the store are various stationery, pens and refills, and on both sides are bookshelves with basketballs on them.

Qiao Ji's goal is not these, but toys, "Boss, why are you still selling this?"

He picked up a plastic sword with buttons that should light up and maybe have sound effects.

Forget about toy guns, he has real ones there.

"The original price is 15. If you want it, I'll give you 13. They are all sold to kindergartens."

There seems to be a kindergarten nearby.

Qiao Ji chose two, one white and one golden.

He didn't care that it was a plastic toy. After all, the tattoos on the Ghost Corps were as big as a palm, while the original ones on the bubble gum were much smaller.

When the system makes it into a cos prop, it will naturally undergo a certain degree of transformation. The same goes for the Little Diamond Necklace. It was originally a transparent crystal pendant. After the system turns it into a cos prop, it becomes colorful.

"Buy it for your younger siblings?" the bookstore owner asked.

"No, I play by myself."

boss:?

It seems to me that you are wearing a high school uniform. You are already in high school and you still like to play this?

After buying two toy swords, Qiao Ji came out of the stationery store and went to the optical store.

He wanted to buy some contact lenses. After all, there were many abilities related to 'eyes' in various works, and there were also many characters represented by eyes, which were suitable for him to use to make props.