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Chapter 533 Zayla’s Plan
Zayla didn’t show any objection, just walked towards the side room, and took a lot of yarn. Seeing this scene, the
teacher who taught Zayla how to weave immediately asked aloud, “Does a blanket need so much yarn?”
“I want a colorful blanket.” The teacher was speechless for a moment. After all, this was the homework assigned by
her. And to finish the homework, Zayla must use yarn!
As for how much yarn Zayla could take, the teacher hadn’t clearly stipulated before, so the teacher had to let Zayla
take it. Zayla held a plastic basket of yarn, looked at the teacher, and said, “The loom, please send it to my room.”
Since Zayla was going to weave a blanket, the handloom must be delivered to her room. Otherwise, how would she
weave? The homework was assigned by the teacher. If Zayla was not given the machine, then it was the teacher’s
fault!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe weaving teacher sent someone to deliver the loom to Zayla’s room. When Zayla returned to the room, the
loom had already been delivered, and it was placed beside the floor lamp on the sofa Zayla looked at the floor lamp
that had been straightened, and the corner of her eye fell on the sofa and the throw pillow that was about to fall on
the carpet. The scene from last night suddenly appeared… Curse! Lincoln was a curse!
Her gigolo was simply a curse! Zayla touched her reddish cheeks lightly and found them burning. She was a little
uneasy and hurriedly fanned herself manually to cool down!
Afterward, Zayla walked to the desk beside her and wrote down a long list at great length, She opened the door and
handed the list to the two guards. “Same as last time, within fifteen minutes, I want to see these things.”
Zayla smiled at the two of them and then closed the door. Once again the two maids were puzzled by what was on
the list. What kind of handwork was Zayla going to do?
Then one of them handed in the list as usual. Because only when Grace, the person in charge, agreed, could they
prepare these things.
Zayla listened to the movement outside the door. And after confirming that a maid had left, she immediately used
the wire left over from the last time to pry open the balcony door.
Relying on her super strong memory, Zayla shuttled through the path of the Snow Manor… “So it’s the same as last
time, for handwork?” Grace glanced at the list, and there were many spare parts on it that she had never heard of.
The maid nodded repeatedly. Grace put the list back into the maid’s Hands. “Prepare for her! I’d like to see what on
earth she is going to do!”
Fifteen minutes later, Zayla got the materials she needed. Then she started her welding job. After about an hour,
she changed the handloom into an automatic one.
Then, Zayla put the yarn on, intending to test the result. If the test failed, then she needed to find out what went
wrong, fix it, and try again! She took lots of yarn anyway.
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Failure produces success. Even if Zayla failed countless times, she had to make the machine work! When the
machine was started, the noise was small. And as long as the television was turned on, the noise could be perfectly
covered. The machine began to spin, and the yarn was spun in order. Zayla couldn’t help praising herself in her
heart. This was the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people!
Then, Zayla turned and walked towards the bathroom, and immediately started washing… She sang a bath song,
creating her own perfect mood.
“Lu la la, lu la la, lu la lu la…”
“I love to take showers, and I have good skin. Yo yo yo…”
After a shower, Zayla purposely stayed in the bathroom for a while, the dense heat dissipated, and the red love bite
on her neck bloomed on her fair skin, which was so clearly visible.
Zayla propped up the countertop of the sink, tapping her fingers gently on the countertop. It seemed to be about
time. Zayla curled her lips slightly. The people she waited for should come. Boom