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He Ling expressed shock when Qiao Ji took out a plate of steamed buns from his schoolbag.

I want to speak but stop, stop speaking but want to, think about it for a while and choose to give up.

But it looks pretty clean and smells pretty good.

A small taste?

"You eat, I'll help you watch the teacher."

Qiao Ji's words undoubtedly made He Ling make up her mind. She leaned up and glanced at the podium furtively like a meerkat.

Well, Laoban is sitting on the podium, dozing off with one hand on his hand, but he can move.

She picked up a small piece of steamed bun, put it in her mouth, bit it, and the sweetness of the bean paste was mixed with the heat and released.

"It's delicious. I like the bean paste flavor." She said vaguely.

Qiao Ji actually remembers saying this in a casual chat before.

One, two, three, He Ling ate very quickly, he was indeed hungry.

So, is it because of the system?

'System, I see that your body will consume more energy?'

The white ball of light was very conspicuous, occupying the C position, but something else also caught Qiao Ji's attention.

Memory space, or spiritual space, Qiao Ji can dominate here.

But why? I don’t have the ability to activate it?

But now, a white ball of light and colored fog suddenly appeared here. The white ball of light gave Qiao Ji a feeling of almost non-existence, but the colored fog made him feel uncomfortable and subconsciously repelled.

Zhang Chenyu felt as if someone had punched him in the head, and his head was buzzing.

He lowered his hair and covered his head, and could not relax for a while.

He Ling looked at the bowl of polenta that Qiao Ji took out, then at his face, and then at Qiao Ji's schoolbag.

It was wisps of colorful, dreamlike mist, extending from the boundless darkness, slowly squirming, and was about to touch the fragments of his memory.

So, he provided breakfast and he has no shortage of food now.

He gave me his breakfast, but he didn't get to eat it himself.

Qiao Ji was about to rephrase his words, but a grumbling sound from his stomach interrupted him.

"Yeah." She nodded blankly.

[Ding! The system only accepts soul recharge.]

After all, people who have had breakfast will not be hungry again before the class is over, right? So, there is only one truth -

But he and Zhang Chenyu had never spoken, but yesterday he borrowed the "Magic Eye Detective" that Qiao Ji had read from He Ling.

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The thick and fragrant hot porridge and the steamed buns filled with bean paste fill the stomach, and the feeling of fullness and satisfaction blend together with the mood.

He Ling looked up in shock.

"Well, you can eat it."

He Ling was very suspicious.

Looking at the four small steamed buns with bean paste filling left on the plate, He Ling felt a little apologetic and shy.

Suddenly, he found that the entire world was moving away from him, and time slowed down infinitely.

He had been peeking at He Ling before, and the upright Qiao Ji sitting next to him was particularly eye-catching, but for some reason, a cloud of mist appeared above Qiao Ji, which attracted him.

Qiao Ji told her to leave it alone, so she wouldn't ask even if Qiao Ji took out a hot pot from his schoolbag in the future!

Hiss - he doesn't really have a hot pot in his schoolbag, does he?

"Cough cough cough——"

At this time, in his memory space, countless memory fragments were like dust rings outside the stars, surrounding a large white ball of light.

Qiao Ji felt that teenagers had to eat breakfast, especially because He Ling delayed her time in order to keep her promise and bring herself a book.

Qiao Ji felt inexplicably agitated, and the light in his vision dimmed several times, as if there was an inexplicable fog shrouding him.

For example, it is possible to turn your own memory fragments into a memory book, memory scroll, memory tablet, memory mobile phone, memory computer, memory tablet, etc. He decides everything here.

She picked up a small steamed bun and brought it to Qiao Ji's mouth, "Eat it quickly."

Qiao Ji is a good person.

Hungry, hungry, hungry.

He Ling choked.

He quickly locked onto the suspect, and with a quick scan, he found Zhang Chenyu staring at him unblinkingly by the back door.

Some of the system's answers don't answer the question.

But at this moment, a bowl appeared in front of her. Inside was a bowl of hot porridge made from white rice and golden-yellow finely crushed corn kernels.

Qiao Ji was helping her stand guard, with his back straight and his eyes focused on the direction of the podium, looking reliable.

This male classmate and I don’t seem to have anything in common, right?

Qiao Ji, did he leave his breakfast for me? She thought subconsciously.

I can't understand it at all!

Looking at the dialog box protruding from the white light ball, Qiao Ji realized that it was actually a system.

In the past, Qiao Ji would activate his abilities because he would become hungry after staying for a relatively long time. The degree of hunger was directly proportional to the length of stay.

This is not normal.

Qiao Ji is right.

"No need." Qiao Ji refused.

Qiao was extremely puzzled.

Zhang Chenyu was promoted to the junior high school of this school. Like He Ling, Qiao Ji learned this news from other students' chats, and Qiao Ji junior high school was from another school.

He Ling set up the textbook to serve as a shelter, and then ate like a hamster.

He Ling couldn't help but stare at Qiao Ji again.

[Ding! Super y system is here to serve you wholeheartedly, are you sure to uninstall the system? 】

He seemed to fly past and turned into smoke, but then seemed to be punched back.

But this time, he only stayed for a short while. How could he feel such a strong hunger?

She patted her chest and wanted to go down quickly.

He wants to communicate with himself about the plot?

Then come directly. Are you shy?

Hey hey hey, why are boys nowadays so thin-skinned?

There are a lot of them in my training ground.

He suddenly entered his own memory space.

Forget the steamed buns, how did you bring a bowl of hot porridge in your schoolbag?

Still served in a porcelain bowl.

The inexplicable power turned into a strong wind, blowing the colorful mist into the darkness.

She looked at Qiao Ji in surprise, but Qiao Ji said: "Don't worry about it, eat quickly, the head teacher will be gone soon."

If they cooked hot pot in the back of the classroom, wouldn't the head teacher be mad?

He really likes to lose his temper.

But it was delicious, but it was a bit dry and made me choke.

"No!" He Ling was uncharacteristically tough, "You are already anemic, how could you skip breakfast. Besides, I can't eat so much."

And the white ball of light also reacted.

This has never happened before. In the past, there were only memory fragments in his memory space, but there were no white light balls.

Qiao Ji subconsciously felt disgusted with this colored mist.

"Get out of here!"

Ah no no no, I didn't tell you, I let you go.

She still remembered that she was anemic, and Qiao Ji felt warm in her heart, but it was not really anemia.

The system is a big white ball of light?
To be continued...