Chapter 404 Turtle: Master, my name is Huanhuan!

Okay, so that's Little Branch. Then please take your little finger... no, I mean Little Branch back. I don't like being led around.

Faced with Xiao Yuan's outburst of anger, the other party's tone became much calmer.

The other person's voice was neither old nor female, making it impossible to tell their age.

Not being led by the nose?

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Qiao and Xiao Yuan quickly locked onto their target.

The attention of both the man and the tree instantly fell on the tortoise beneath them.

Xiao Yuan quickly retracted his little branch.

The two tiny, tender shoots at the very top pointed tremblingly at the turtle: "You, you, you're a turtle spirit?"

【I'm not a turtle spirit, nor a demon turtle. My name is Huanhuan. My master used to call me Little Huanhuan, so please call me Huanhuan, thank you.】

The owner of the voice sounded extremely aggrieved when this was mentioned.

"Before?" Qiao Qiao quickly grasped the key point of the sentence.

"Yes, Master, you used to call me Xiao Huanhuan." The owner of the voice became cheerful again.

When the owner of the voice answered Qiao Qiao, the short, thick tail under the tortoise shell swung wildly, just like a little dog that had been wandering outside for a long time and had finally seen its owner.

Why are you calling me "master"? This is my master! I am one with my master! Where did you come from, imposter?!

Xiao Yuan was furious when he heard the turtle call Qiao Qiao "master," and he stretched out a branch and whipped the turtle.

However, the turtle's shell is hard and cold, so apart from making itself howl when whipped, it cannot cause any harm to the other party.

Finally, all its branches withered, but the turtle was still alive and well, staring at Qiao Qiao with its dark eyes looking pitiful, which made Qiao Qiao inexplicably feel guilty.

I felt like I had really done something to wrong this turtle.

"Did I used to call you Xiao Huanhuan?" Unfortunately, Qiao Qiao still couldn't remember, and could only scratch her eyebrows in confusion.

I felt like I'd heard that name somewhere before.

"Yes, my master calls me Xiao Huanhuan, and he loves me the most." As the turtle said this, its voice became noticeably cheerful again, and its tail shook wildly.

It really looks just like a puppy that has seen its owner.

Little Huanhuan.

Little Huanhuan.

While Qiao Qiao was still frowning, wondering if she had heard this name somewhere before, Xiao Yuan was already arguing with the turtle who called himself Xiao Huanhuan.

"You still say you're not a dog? You have the same name as our dog, you are a dog!" Xiao Yuan said angrily.

"I didn't say I wasn't a dog. I just don't like being on a leash. My owner never used to leash me," Xiao Huanhuan retorted with a hum.

At this moment, Qiao Changdong and his group had already arrived at the teachers' canteen and sat down at a round table.

Wang Zhenhua didn't sit down immediately. Instead, he walked to a wooden frame, pointed to the contents of the frame, and turned to Qiao Qiao with a smile.

"Qiaoqiao, would you like some soy milk? You older brothers all like it, do you want to try it?"

The soy milk that Wang Zhenhua mentioned was packaged in the kind of glass bottles used for soda, and after you opened and finished drinking it, you had to return the glass bottle.

He only found out this morning that Qiao Qiao doesn't drink milk, and fearing she might not drink soy milk either, he specifically asked her about it.

"Okay, I'd like to drink it, thank you, Uncle." Qiao Qiao quickly snapped out of her commotion with the tree and the tortoise, looked up, and sweetly replied to Wang Zhenhua.

"You're such a strange child. Milk is much more nutritious than soy milk, so why don't you like drinking milk?" Wang Zhenhua muttered to himself, carrying four bottles of soy milk with both hands as he returned.

Then he looked at Fu Yu and asked, "Xiao Yu, you don't have any dietary restrictions, do you?"

After Fu Yu shook his head, he smiled and patted the back of Fu Yu's head: "Alright, let's go. There are a lot of people. You can go with your uncle to get a few more bottles."

The two of them, one big and one small, went and got several more bottles, and everyone got one.

Qiao Qiao sipped her drink through a plastic straw while watching the tree and the tortoise continue their argument.

Midway through, when the tortoise saw Qiao Qiao being carried away by Qiao Changdong, it immediately followed after him, twisting its short and thick tail. Although it was a square tortoise shell, Qiao Qiao could still see a hint of allure in its movements!

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Qiao Qiao's mind, and she remembered something.

Little Huanhuan?

Huanhuan!

She said the name sounded so familiar.

Isn't that the name of our chubby dog?

During this time, in the castle where she lived, there was a short, chubby dog ​​that often played with her. The dog walked with a wiggle of its butt, and its posture was particularly enchanting.

Qiao Qiao initially thought it was a puppy, which was why it was so short and chubby.

But later her grandmother said that the dog was that breed.

They won't grow tall.

Still fat.

Especially that big, heart-shaped buttocks, which make her walk exceptionally alluring.

Qiao Qiao didn't know why, but now, looking at the way this big turtle wiggled its butt, she immediately thought of her short, fat dog at home.

The short, chubby dog ​​is also named Huanhuan.

However, Qiao Qiao thought for a moment and then shook her head.

When they left yesterday, their short, chubby dog ​​was perfectly fine. They didn't receive a call from the housekeeper today saying that something had happened to their dog. The tortoise in front of them couldn't possibly be that short, chubby dog.

The timing doesn't match either.

Isn't this tortoise supposed to be hundreds of years old?

My short, chubby dog ​​is at most three years old.

The two cannot be equated.

Qiao Qiao quickly shook off this strange association.

As Qiao Qiao and her group started eating, students from Tianjin University began to arrive at the cafeteria one after another.

The once deserted cafeteria lobby suddenly became lively.

The cafeteria had uniform tables and chairs, and the rice bowls were all medium-sized. There were no spoons she could use, only large soup spoons, which made it quite difficult for her to eat.

She managed to eat with the large chopsticks for two minutes, but then her hands started to feel weak, so she had to let Yan Liti feed her with the chopsticks.

Since I don't have to eat by myself, my eyes are free, and I have time to watch the students entering the cafeteria.

Most of the college students dressed very simply.

However, it doesn't matter whether you're dressed well or poorly.

They walked in in groups of three or five, all chatting and laughing, looking very energetic.

In her previous life, Qiao Qiao only completed the third grade of school. She had no obsession with studying. After returning to this life, she only wanted to stay by Qiao Changdong's side and rarely thought about going back to school.

This was the first time she felt that reading might be a good thing.

According to the custom in Qiaojia Village, most children start attending the preschool after they turn six.

Of course, some families who are not short of money will send their children to school as early as five years old.