Although the "equipment" of the pocket carries a lot of tragic childhood experiences of Banlong, the large-capacity and close-fitting pocket is indeed the envy of many dragon cubs.
Lu Yuan's pocket contained three storybooks, a large handful of colorful candies, a small box of chocolates, various small cards, and a few sturdy toy models.
Lu Yuan took out a handful of scattered gadgets, piled them up on the desk, and finally took out his pocket: "No more, that's all."
[Little Fence: How much do you want to put, baby, it can already hold more than a girl's large bag.]
[Song of the Rain: This is also great, boys want one too!]
[Under the sky: Who would bring a bag with this stuff! Isn't it cool to go out for a short trip? No need to drag a box.]
It was the first time that Jie An saw all the collections in Lu Yuan's pocket, and looked at the small mountain bag on the table. He was shocked by the capacity for a while, and even the tip of his tail didn't sway.
Shen Mian squatted down: "Jian wants one?"
Jie An patted his stomach, not to mention dragon cubs of this age, even adult dragons and adults have no resistance to this magical little bag.
Jie'an clenched his claws and refused with difficulty: "No, I don't want it." Actually, I really want it! he can find himself
Shen Mian: "Really don't want it?"
Jie'an whispered: "… I want it, but how can I have a small pocket?"
Shen Mian looked at the time and took the two cubs: "Then we will change the remaining half of the class to handicraft class."
Traditional nursery schools only have half-day classes, four half-hour small classes, usually including one or two talent classes, and the rest of the day is for the dragon cubs to vent their energy, lest they stay up in the middle of the night and secretly demolish the house. Since Qiming focuses on his studies (poor and no hardware facilities), he usually takes all cultural classes. In addition, the two cubs are obedient and sensible in class. Shen Mian speaks quickly. .
Therefore, it doesn't matter if there is one or two less cultural classes every day.
Shen Mian took a look in his space. There were a few pieces of fabric in his space, which he exchanged for five packs of instant noodles. The ones suitable for making clothes had already been distributed, and the rest were collected for some sort of purpose. Psychologically, it has been stuffed in the space without taking it out. After experiencing the space turbulence caused by changing the body, it has not been damaged.
Shen Mian took out the cloth: "Which one does Jiian like?"
The two dragon cubs lay on Shen Mian's lap, one on the left and one on the right.
Jie An chose a piece of beige fabric, which was a washed canvas. Because it felt rough, it was not picked out to make clothes, just in time to make a bag for Jie An.
Shen Mian: "Where's Lu Yuan?"
Lu Yuan: "Me? Do I have one too?"
Shen Mian: "Of course, you both have it."
Lu Yuan patted his stomach, "I don't want it. It's enough for me and Jie'an to have one each, but I like this cloth."
He pointed to a dark brown single-sided flannel.
Shen Mian nodded and took out his sewing box.
[Strawberry Flavor Nutrient: What is this? Is the dean going to start some advanced operation? Do you want to make a bag by hand?]
[Death Ray: It really seems to be done by hand! Is there any dean who can't? If you can play well, you can cook, and you can raise dragons, grass, and pigs. Excuse me, can I raise one of such a dean?]
[Does your throat hurt today? : It feels weird to raise a pig after raising a dragon. We can eat better than pigs.]
[Xue Lulu: When I saw the first half of the sentence, I thought that the sore throat was no problem today, but the second half of the sentence made me realize that there is still a problem.]
While the audience was watching, Shen Mian had already marked the size of the fabric, cut the fabric, and started sewing the bag!
Shen Mian is cold all day long. When others talk about sentences, he talks about characters, and there are inexplicable contradictions with all housework. However, when he sits down and sews sewing bags, his expression is indifferent, his posture is relaxed, and calm is written all over his body. , of course, so the audience in the live broadcast room was strangely calm, and then took it for granted.
Two hours later, Shen Mian first sewed Jiean's small bag, which was divided into small compartments. The body of the bag is made of beige washed canvas, and a piece is cut from dark coffee-colored single-sided velvet for the cover, and beige fabric is used as the strap.
Shen Mian pulled up the four corners of the bag, patted it a little, and hung it on Jiian.
The beautiful jeweled dragon cub carried his new bag cross-body, happily adjusted the bag to the front of him, picked it up and touched it several times: "Thank you, Dean!"
Shen Mian touched Gem Dragon's brain door, "Go play, come over for dinner later."
Lu Yuan pulled Jie An: "Let's go, let's go to the backyard to play!"
Shen Mian picked up Zhinao. He had been broadcasting for nearly four hours. He was about to close the live broadcast after saying hello. He saw the barrage filled the screen. It was not a lottery, but a quarrel.
Shen Mian opened the background and flipped through the barrage, and found the barrage that led the battle:
[Lucky number: Well... the anchor is a good mother, the first gender is male anyway, why are you so girly? Can't learn some masculine skills?]
Shen Mian returned to the live broadcast room. The ID of Lucky Number was still there, and there was a new ID to help Lucky Number to speak. After all, it was to criticize Mrs. Shen Mian.
Shen Mian put on holographic glasses, and the lenses and thin metal frame made his eyes cold and sharp.
It's really interesting, he has been complained of facial paralysis and taciturn, and he has also been accused of being impersonal. This is the first time he has been described by the word "mother".
When he was in high school, the school was making a fuss about what kind of women's Durban class was going to be held. In the third grade of high school, dozens of boys who were five-five or three-thousand wore girls' school uniforms sat at the school gate and knitted scarves. Thousands of people went up and down the whole school. Who ever mocked a mother
Shen Mian: "What's your definition of mother?"
"Men should play with starship models and women should spend their childhood with needlework dolls?"
"You are so talented that you can even define gender. Why don't you call on Omega to quit the military, alpha to quit the nursing profession, and beta to quit the leadership?"
The audience in the live broadcast room didn't expect Shen Mian to be directly stunned, and they were a little stunned. The barrage of melee stopped. Hundreds of thousands of viewers wore holographic glasses or holographic helmets. Except for their own breathing, they could only hear the anchor.
Shen Mian folded his arms, expressionless: "You dare not, so you can only vent your incompetence in the live broadcast room."
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room finally exceeded 200,000, but the interface was clean, not even a barrage.
It wasn't until Shen Mian's last sentence was finished that a barrage fluttered past:
[Xue Lulu: Has anyone ruled that boys with A burst can't do needlework?]
Immediately afterwards, the barrage that seemed to have been turned off was finally restored, and the word [No] was swiped.
After Shen Mian finished a wave, Yu Guang happened to see He Xing coming over. After thinking about it, he had to add another sentence: "Did you know that humming is always treated as a beast?"
He Xing just came back when he heard this sentence: "Huh?"
Shen Mian: "Are you going to chime?"
He Xing thought for a while, and decisively abandoned his morals: "Hey, hey."