Why Don't You Let Me Burn It?

Seeing Lin Mi's actions, the old principal stroked his beard and smiled, thinking that the old man, I am old and confused?

The school has a lot of money to spend. Once you’ve taken it all, don’t even think about it.

Lin Mi didn't say anything. After all, the reward had already arrived.

The old principal was not confused at all in this regard.

Afterwards, several people took turns to take the stage and read the prepared speeches, Lin Mi was the first.

After finishing reading, Lin Mi suddenly felt something when he looked at the enthusiastic junior students and the Qingyu residents who were watching.

"I have lived in Qingyu since I was a child, and I have never left it until this year."

"Outside is a beautiful but dangerous world, where adventures, challenges, and life-and-death crises may occur at any time."

"I have only seen one or two of them, but what I want to say is, don't stand still. There is still so much time and space, how many flowers and moons in this world waiting for you to see its splendor."

After saying this, Lin Mi turned around and walked away, leaving only a group of juniors and juniors looking forward to the outside world.

Tang Wenjing shook her head and laughed, "This kid has only been out for a long time, and he has this kind of realization..."

Then, she lowered her eyelids and sighed. In this short period of time, Xiaolin has experienced too many things.

Life and death, falsehood, truth...

No matter how talented he is, he is still just an eighteen-year-old boy...

How could there be no ups and downs in my heart?

But he suppressed it forcefully and swallowed his emotions.

Afterwards, Ren Shan and others came on stage and imitated Lin Mi and said a few words with emotion.

Ren Shan: "On the road to victory, not only strength is necessary, but means are also important."

Huang Meng: "No matter what your spiritual power is, if you believe in yourself, you will always be useful."

Xia Xi: "Cherish your friends, the separation of life and death in the future may come sooner than you think."

The words of several people reached everyone's ears, either deafening or deafening.

In the audience, Zhang Kang looked at the increasingly lush tree in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The commendation meeting ended with a round of applause.

As for whether the listeners understand anything in their hearts, only they themselves know.

In the evening, at Ren Shan's house, Uncle Ren was very drunk and kept praising Lin Mi. He was embarrassed to praise Lin Mi.

Ren's mother kept serving soup to Lin Mi, and the table was full of hard dishes. Ren Shan didn't say a few words, but his mouth didn't stop.

Lin Mi glanced at it and whispered to Ren's mother: "Auntie, I think it's time for the third son to lose weight, otherwise he won't be able to have a girlfriend when he goes to college..."

When Ren's mother heard this, she felt that what Lin Mi said made sense.

"After we go to school, we are beyond our reach, and it's up to you to supervise, Xiao Lin. You can do whatever you want, we won't feel sorry for you!"

She said with firm eyes.

Lin Mi grinned: "Don't worry, Auntie, I'll take care of it!"

Ren Shan raised his head, his mouth full of oil.

"What are you muttering about?"

"It's okay, just eat less."

"How can that be done!" Ren Shan shook his head, "These are all the ingredients you prepared yourself, Lao Lin. The dishes cooked by my mother yourself, how can you waste them?"

Ren's mother looked at Ren Shan, "Silly boy, every time you take two more bites, you will suffer more when you turn around..."

Lin Mi already has a training plan in mind. He heard that there are all kinds of strange training equipment in the university. When the time comes, you will not be able to escape any of them.

Just after taking two bites of spicy beef, Ren Shan suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"Hey, that's weird. The door isn't closed, okay? How come it's still windy?"

After eating and drinking, Lin Mi declined Ren Shan's invitation and returned to his home.

Sister Tang told him that she would send them to Jiangnan in a few days, so the time they could sleep at home was getting less and less.

Turning on the light, Lin Mi stood in front of his bed, touching his chin and thinking, why not just take the bed away!

He turned around and glanced, but was suddenly stunned.

"What kind of kid are you? Why are you at my house?"

"(￣□￣)Can you see me?"

On the other side of Lin Mi's bed, under the desk, a pair of bright, big eyes were looking at Lin Mi in disbelief.

"...unless I'm blind"

Pushing open the chair, a red creature with short arms and legs walked out.

The head is round, with two erect round ears on the top of the head, and the whole body is furry.

It's like a small black and white dumpling, but the color is a bit out of place.

Lin Mi looked at the red hair of the guy in front of him, "Are you also in trouble in your old age?"

It tilted its head, not sure whether it understood or not.

With a slight cough, Lin Mi straightened his face and said, "Who are you?"

"You are the thing! I am not the thing! (▼ dishes ▼)"

"...(-_-)ゞ"

"Bah, bah, bah, I am a thing... I am not a thing... Am I... a thing? (ŏ_ŏ)"

It looks like a little fur ball, but its two big eyes are quite lively, and all the moods are written on its face.

Seeing this guy's not-so-smart look, Lin Mi almost laughed out loud.

"Okay, little guy, who are you? In other words, who asked you to come?"

Interrupted by Lin Mi, the little guy was too lazy to think. He crossed his waist and said arrogantly: "I am a creature of the Creator. I belong to the Anbu Messenger (￣~￣). My name is Xiaolu!"

"Creator?" Lin Mi was surprised at first, and then after a wave of brainstorming, he asked tentatively:

"...Your creator...is his name Li Daocheng?"

"Bold! How dare you call the Creator by his name! (•̀へ •́ )"

Lin Mi: "..."

Co-author was sent by Li Daocheng to deliver the letter. At first, he thought someone's cat had mutated.

Mr. Li's taste in fabrications is quite unique, and the name... is also very perfunctory.

"Why did Mr. Li ask you to come here?"

Lin Mi sat down on the bed and asked with his face raised.

"Hmph, why should I tell you? Wait..." The little guy came up and smelled it, then jumped back and said, "Are you Ni Ni? (￣□￣)"

"What Ni Ni? My name is Lin Mi!"

Lin Mi's head is covered with black lines, and you can't hold your tongue straight when you say his name, right?

"Is it different? (-_-)ゞ"

Sighing, Lin Mi felt helpless. Boss Li wouldn't be surrounded by such things, right?

The future of Yuan Xia is bleak.

"Where's the letter?" Lin Mi asked, stretching out his hand.

If a messenger comes, he must be the messenger. I don’t know what Mr. Li wants from him.

"Wait a minute (•﹏•)"

Xiao Lu touched his belly with his short hand, took out a pocket, put it in, took out a paper letter and handed it to Lin Mi.

"Na"

Good guys, there are also space pockets. Do you have a bamboo dragonfly?

After clicking his tongue twice, Lin Mi opened the letter and read it.

The first few sentences are to congratulate Lin Mi for winning the top prize, and the middle sentences are to encourage Lin Mi to move forward and be enterprising, hoping that this generation will be a golden generation.

Finally, the little guy in front of him was introduced.

The letter said that this little fur dumpling was a creation he made many years ago. The prototype... was really a panda. It had been upgraded many times. Except for its lack of combat ability, it was excellent in other aspects.

If you can use the power of mountains and seas to escape into the shadows, you can travel thousands of miles in a day.

"If you have anything to contact me, you can let me find it. Electronic communication is not safe after all."

"It will follow you from now on. You don't have to worry about it on weekdays. It will hide in the dark. You can also let it live in the stone ring of mountains and seas."

"Oh, by the way, I'll give you some small gifts. You're welcome."

After folding the letter and putting it away, Lin Mi breathed out.

Turning around, he saw that Xiao Lu had already taken out a lot of things.

Seeing that Lin Mi had finished reading the letter, Xiao Lu came up and asked expectantly: "Did the Creator mention me? (●﹃●)"

"I mentioned it, and he said...you don't have to go back."

"Gah? (●—●)"