This assistant is serious

As soon as the suspension train, Su Naiwen immediately found the toilet and vomited.

This thing is more disgusting than the special bus.

However, when he thought of the cub with a radiant mental consciousness, Su Naiwen still felt that it was not bad to be a hovering train.

At least not choking on words.

As soon as they walked out of the station, a group of people surrounded them.

Salutes and various exploding soul power flowers threw Su Naiwen into a spirit.

"Welcome home

!" "Lingyang Third Middle School, awesome

!"

"Jiang Ling! Jiang Ling, you are my goddess, look here!" "

Mean King Su Naiwen, push Quanzhou horizontally, bravely win the championship!"

Su Naiwen smiled proudly, sure enough, my sword master inherits the thigh master, exquisite, but the title of sword king is too swaggering, we are not this high-profile person, grinning and closing the big mouth, reaching out and pressing down.

"Eh, fallacy, praise

!" I didn't expect that I

went out to play a high school league, and now my popularity is so high.

You talk about this system, do you have to have any auxiliary points, reputation points?

If reputation is exchangeable, he will ascend to heaven now.

Even now, walking is fluttering.

Surrounded by a group of pick-up buses, the representative of Lingyang No. 3 Middle School thanked these spontaneous people, took a few photos, and got into the special car sent by the school.

Back at school, the end of the semester is approaching, and the hard-pressed students are still in class on the weekend.

I don't know which class students saw Su Naiwen and his group returning from the window.

From the sound of "Lie down, the pariah is back!", as if there was a chain reaction, the entire school students were agitated.

Even some cats and dogs couldn't help but come out of the woods to see.

Those teachers struggled to maintain order.

Xie Zhuang poked his head out the window and waved to Su Naiwen and several people, and was immediately grabbed by Ke Lan and invited to the podium to squat and listen to the lecture.

Zheng Yu was wearing a pair of glasses, and inside his glasses, the scene of Su Naiwen and several people on campus appeared.

The finger tapped the tip of the pen, and Su Naiwen received a message from Zheng Yu on the other end.

"Finally back, can you help me complete an experiment in the afternoon."

Su Naiwen looked up at the window of the eighth class of high school, and Kai Ling let him clearly see Zheng Yu, who was listening carefully in the first row by the window, and a Ke Lan's head exposed at the beginning of the podium.

This guy sent a message under Ke Lan's nose, and he was not discovered?

The members of the varsity team who returned to school also went back to their respective dormitories to put their luggage away.

Gave them half a day off.

Tomorrow is the mobilization of the college entrance examination, and the principal wants to use them as role models for the school and improve some confidence and morale for students who are about to go on to higher school in the third year of high school.

When Su Naiwen and them reached the top ten, the old principal Song Qidong informed Shi Shang through a summons.

Such a thing naturally cannot be refused.

So it was answered.

Go back to the dormitory and put your bags away.

Although he is basically guaranteed now, he can't be a maverick, right?

Su Naiwen plans to spend the remaining half a month of campus life in a serious way to experience his rare high school life.

You see, this accidentally high school one was guaranteed.

Hey, the ancient capital university is also okay, generally average, and it is the third.

At noon, Yang You also returned to the dormitory.

I don't know why this guy went, and didn't come back with the varsity team in the morning.

This guy who took a week off is even better than Su Naiwen.

"Hehe, little Yuko, how does it feel to be an audience? Su Naiwen had nothing to do, so he wanted to tease the other party.

They were in a group of four, and this guy didn't play.

"It's okay, it's nice to have a group of geniuses singing and dancing for you on stage. Yang You grinned and patted Su Naiwen's shoulder, "Especially you, the most joyful and eye-catching." "

Su Naiwen is hard, his fists are hard!

This guy owes him more than him.

"Brother Wen~"

Na pulled a long voice, and with a bit of thick voice, it wasn't Xie Zhuang who else could be.

Xie Zhuang, who ran to DuangDuang, threw down Su Naiwen so that he didn't crush him to death.

"Lying groove, Brother Wen, you are so awesome, you actually won the championship of the high school league, damn it, if I say that I am the brother of the high school league champion in the future, who dares to provoke me."

"Uh... Labor and management are going to be sat dead by your ass, come down and talk. Su

Naiwen's face turned pale, this fat man, I haven't seen it for a week, he is fat again, he was just pressed, and he almost didn't come up in one breath.

"Congratulations. Zheng Yu, who was wearing eyes, raised his glasses with his fingertips and walked into the dormitory with a smile.

"Hey, Xiao case, soso, Buzhi yiti..."

Li Yan and Sun Ming, who came back, also expressed their congratulations, so they didn't say anything more.

At the beginning, Li Yan always regarded Su Naiwen as his imaginary enemy.

But now, this imaginary enemy is running too fast, and he can't do it anymore.

Going to the cafeteria for lunch together, Su Naiwen naturally got onlookers.

It's just that most of them just look at it from a distance and whisper to their classmates and friends.

Far from the horror scene surrounded by 10,000 people.

"Recently, I have been studying the data formation, I need some actual data information, I watched your game in the high school league, can you do me a favor..."

Zheng Yu asked with some embarrassment.

Forgetting that Su Naiwen helped him conduct experimental research because he helped Su Naiwen write his homework.

Now he can't help Su Naiwen anymore.

"No problem. Su Naiwen still admired Zheng Yu.

Although this guy looks like a dead reading nerd, some of the techniques he has studied are what Su Naiwen feels awesome.

What healing instruments, potions and mechanical combinations, rune mech parts....

Now it's aimed at the formation again.

Su Naiwen thinks that this guy is quite awesome, and he is also a good person, and he has long regarded him as a friend.

This little request, casually helped.

Zheng Yu saw that Su Naiwen agreed, it was also a joy, he now has some ideas in his heart, but it is still a prototype, if Su Naiwen is willing to help, he can definitely make his ideas come true quickly.

After eating, Zheng Yu, who couldn't wait, pulled Su Naiwen to the teaching laboratory.

This is the most valuable place in Lingyang No. 3 Middle School.

There are many precision experimental instruments.

Generally speaking, without a teacher, ordinary students are not allowed to touch it.

It's just that Zheng Yu is now a member of the school's mechanical research group, and he can use these instruments.

Huh?"

Zheng Yu, who wanted to start the experiment, suddenly frowned, tapped his glasses, and muttered.

"What's wrong?" Su Naiwen was pulling rice, heard Zheng Yu's muttering, and subconsciously asked.

Zheng Yu opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something.

"Hmm?" Seeing this, Su Naiwen thought that the other party didn't want to say, "Forget it, experiment."

Zheng Yu hesitated, but still beckoned.

Chirp~

A special bird song came, a palm-sized, and if you looked closely, you could see that it was a gray bird made by machinery that flew from the window and landed on Zheng Yu's hand.

"There's nothing you can't say, this is a mechanical bird I made, with the ability to patrol and medicalize, my glasses, can be connected to the visual field of view of this mechanical bird, I accidentally found that these days, inside the school, there seems to be something abnormal..." Looking

at Zheng Yu's serious expression, Su Naiwen was a little speechless.

Is this something that a high school student can make?

It's you who doesn't work