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Chapter 297 Enhanced Version of Sour Plum Soup
Facing Wu Mingxia, who was so thick-skinned that it was almost weird, Bai Ziyue, who thought that her adaptability was not bad, couldn't stand it anymore, and silently reflected on whether she had done something wrong.

On the day we first met, we shouldn't take people back to the dormitory for dinner just because our new friends are lively and cheerful.

That's not eating, it's giving the wrong signal to thick-skinned people to get themselves into such an embarrassing situation.

Wu Mingxia greeted her with a smile the whole time, she was neither aggressive nor swearing, nor was she digging into someone's privacy, just like a curious baby, she kept digging out the unavoidable stories between the male god and his fiancée.

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At this time, Bai Ziyue especially hoped to hear the bell for class, or it would be good for the head teacher Luo Zhenkun to arrive early.

Unfortunately not.

There is still a quarter of an hour until eight o'clock, and their class time is [-]:[-], that is to say, there is still half an hour before class, no matter how early the teacher is, it is impossible for the teacher to arrive so early.

Expectations were shattered, and Bai Ziyue's slightly round face gradually lost her composure. She had to save herself and frighten the annoying guys around her.

So, should I reward the dog's skin plaster for the dark circles under my eyes, or just lift my leg and kick it away?

Looking around, the students who were still strangers all put on playful gestures, Bai Ziyue immediately changed her mind.

The classroom is not a good place to beat people up, even if you want to teach Wu Mingxia a lesson, who is thicker than a mecha, you have to find another opportunity, so as not to be set up by the teacher as a stinging model.

No matter where, thorns are not welcome.

Bai Ziyue is determined to be a well-behaved and motivated star century mecha girl, and enters the top ten military fleets of the Federation. How can she cause trouble on the first day of school?

"Qiuxia~" Bai Ziyue bent her big eyes, took out a bottle of homemade sour plum soup and handed it over, "I should be thirsty after talking so much, come and drink."

"Yueyue, you are so kind," Wu Mingxia was so moved, but she had to point out what should be corrected, "My name is Mingxia, not Qiuxia."

"Oh~" Bai Ziyue responded casually, not paying attention to it, "Don't they all have the word Xia, it's almost enough."

Wu Mingxia covered her chest, "How can this be about the same? It's far away, okay?"

Wu Mingxia couldn't accept the difference of one word and directly helped her change her name.

Bai Ziyue frowned, "I didn't change your surname, why are you in a hurry, if it doesn't work, you can just listen to the word Xia."

Wu Mingxia felt aggrieved, so she changed her name with a few fluffy words, and it didn't make people anxious. What's the reason for that?

He wanted to make a theory, but felt his mouth was dry and urgently needed some water to moisten his throat, so he took the sour plum soup unceremoniously, unscrewed the lid and took a big gulp into his mouth, then his palm-sized face twisted.

In the next second, the sour plum juice was sprayed out, and it sprayed all over the body of the classmate in front of him.

The clothes on the head were covered with sour plum soup with ingredients (saliva), which made the female classmate who loves beauty unbearable, and screamed immediately after reacting,
"what--"

Bai Ziyue covered her ears presciently, and waited until the screaming stopped before letting go, and calmly pleaded against Wu Mingxia, "You can't stop drinking drinks, spraying on other classmates, don't you think she's jealous of her being compared to others? Are you more feminine?"

The female classmate sitting at the front table is only wearing white cutie and black hot pants today, the fullness of her chest is looming, very feminine.

Thinking of this, Wu Mingxia felt a little jealous.

However, there are no fools who can be admitted to key military academies. Wu Mingxia soon remembered that the soup she sprayed was not out of jealousy and intentional mischief, but that the sour plum soup that Bai Ziyue gave her was very sour, not ordinary sour.

"Why are you giving me something so sour?"

Bai Ziyue smiled innocently, "Because I'm afraid you will be thirsty~"

That bottle of sour plum soup was Bai Ziyue's favorite drink after she started having morning sickness. Even if the morning sickness got better later, she would still buy fresh plums, marinate them in sugar, and cook some soup from time to time.

For pregnant women, this level of sourness is nothing, but for Wu Mingxia, who likes sweetness and hates sourness, this enhanced version of homemade sour plum soup is no different from poison.

Wu Mingxia, who was ravaged by the sour plum soup, shrank, and took the initiative to distance herself from Bai Ziyue, capped the bottle containing the sour plum soup, and tried to throw it into the small trash can fixed on the table leg.

Bai Ziyue called to stop in time, "I haven't had much to drink yet, it's a waste to throw it away like this."

It is shameful to waste food. As a student of the Seventh Military Academy, how can he be a shameless villain.

"You mean to let me drink it?" Wu Mingxia was in a bad mood, complaining with tears in her eyes, "It's too sour, it will definitely acidify my teeth, Yueyue, do you really have the heart?"

"I'm doing it for your own good too," Bai Ziyue said solemnly, "The teacher has taught everyone not to waste food since childhood, especially soldiers, who will be punished for wasting food."

"But I'm still a student!"

"That's not okay. If the news spreads, I'm afraid that no fleet will recruit you in the senior conscription season."

Wu Mingxia felt that Bai Ziyue was scaremongering. They were just freshmen entering the school, and they were still far away from graduation. At that time, who would remember this trivial matter.

"I will remember~"

A baritone with a smile suddenly came from the door of the classroom, but it was Luo Zhenkun, the head teacher, who had arrived.

All students in Mecha Class 9: ⊙ω⊙ There is still a quarter of an hour before the bell rings for class, why did the teacher appear? Is it a hallucination, or is Teacher Luo more responsible?

Think about the matter of asking everyone to choose class cadres on the first day of school, and directly exclude the latter.

As for the former, everyone is not taking (banned) drugs, so why might they have hallucinations.

So Mr. Luo's brain circuit is different from ordinary people, he does not take the usual path, and intentionally makes everyone confused!
After seeing through the head teacher's tricks, everyone was on guard, especially Wu Mingxia, who was caught saying the wrong thing, sat shivering on the stool and began to think about how to get through the crisis.

Do you just bow your head and admit your mistake, and promise not to dare to do it again next time?
Or close your eyes and fall on your deskmate, pretending to pass out suddenly, and get away with it?

Wu Mingxia felt that both methods could be tried, so she stood up suddenly, raised her head and chest, and shouted loudly, "Report teacher, I was joking just now. As a member of the Federation, I will never waste food."

"Oh~" Luo Zhenkun raised his eyebrows, "Then how do you prove it?"

There is only one way to prove that food will not be wasted, and that is to eat it on the spot and speak with facts.

Wu Mingxia looked at the sour plum soup in her hand. The low-level nutritional supplements were a hundred times more delicious, which made her want to eat it.

Inexplicably, I feel like my stomach is going to fight.

There were dozens of pairs of eyes staring at Wu Mingxia in the classroom, and the most oppressive one was from the head teacher. She didn't even have the courage to repent, so she could only pinch her nose and gulp down the sour plum soup.

Thank God, the sour plum soup is just a small glass bottle, the kind that can hold up to 200ml.

belch--

Wu Mingxia couldn't help hiccupping because of the rush of feeding.

Bai Ziyue, "Actually, no one snatched it from you. I still have a lot of bottles here. If it's not enough, I can order a few more."

A pregnant woman who is used to making more sour plum soup at one time said that mass production saves time.

Wu Mingxia's face turned green, "No, no need, I can't steal your favorite food."

(End of this chapter)