not a monster

Chapter 39
The first section is language.

The language teacher is a middle-aged woman who likes to wear a cheongsam. She looks quite nutritious, but her face is not good-looking, but it is not ugly. Her surname is Su, and everyone calls her Su's mother.

The things she is interested in are also relatively far away from this era, such as operas, Chinese paintings, and qigong in the 80s.

Feng Wuli thought that she and Wang Xilou must have a good conversation.

Wang Xilou's plucking of hairs can be traced back hundreds of years.

After talking about a class composition, Jiang Nao's composition, the orange-flavored boy, was praised by her.

The college entrance examination is all about writing argumentative essays, but this Chinese teacher likes this kind of literary and artistic stuff very much. If she writes narrative essays, prose, etc., she will praise her well if she writes well.

Also let Jiang Nao read aloud on the podium.

It was the little girl who read her composition, and all the idiots in the class looked at him from time to time, and her eyes looked like they were cramping.

He is not orange.

Feng Wuli tugged at his collar and smelled it. The smell of Jiang Nao's shower gel was gone yesterday, and there was only a faint smell of laundry detergent.

The fat man teased, "What does it taste like?"

"Blue Moon."

"The eldest miss actually lost to the laundry detergent."

"No one is orange-flavored, and this kind of composition can get high marks!"

Feng Wuli looked at himself last night, only 38 points, and his language has never been very good, but Su's mother deducted 22 points from him, it was too much!
He leaned back in the chair and looked at the white clouds and dogs outside the window. The sky seemed to be washed clean, the blue was a mess, the distant sunny days were a few huge cumulus clouds like the scene in the anime, the treetops swayed left and right with the wind, a few The leaves were rolled into the higher air, and there were PE classes running on the playground below, and time seemed to pass so slowly.

But he saw a familiar figure at the school gate.

Wearing a straw hat and a big kettle around his waist, the little monster in Chinese clothes climbed up the telescopic iron door with difficulty, rolled on it, turned over, spread his hands to keep his balance, and landed steadily.

That little fox, what are you doing here?

"Feng Wuli, especially you, look at what you wrote in your composition? I haven't heard what Jiang Nao wrote." Su's mother looked at Feng Wuli absent-mindedly and was very angry.

Suddenly cued.

The atmosphere group in the class began to boo.

The wind shook his head unreasonably.

"Jiang Nao, wait a minute, let Feng Wuli take a look at the composition you wrote before, and help your classmates."

The eldest lady looked at the boy scratching his head by the window, and smiled with a crooked eyebrow, and finished reading her orange-flavored boy: "Okay."

After class was over, the girl really sorted out her composition and came here to find no reason.

"Mother Su said anything casually, you don't have to listen."

Jiang Nao looked serious: "You really lose a lot of points in your composition. It's hard to get a particularly high score in your composition, but it's easy to get forty or fifty."

"Your handwriting is pretty good." Feng said unreasonably.

Feng Wuli's words are not ugly, but they have the feeling of elementary school students. Jiang Nao's words can be posted for people to appreciate. The golden vertical and silver hooks, but the graceful and elegant, makes people feel that Yangzhou's thin horses are leading the army. There are definitely people rushing to buy the published copybooks. No wonder Su's mother often praises her writing.

"is it?"

She was very happy to be praised by the teenager. She felt that she had drank a big gulp of ice water in the summer, but she still said modestly: "It's okay, in fact, your calligraphy is also... Well, I have practiced calligraphy."

"It's just a little bit smaller, you can write it bigger next time."

This guy really made a comment.

"Uh, oh, okay." She was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I told my family last night..."

Feng Wuli looked up at her, the little girl hesitated to speak, he motioned to the other party to continue, Jiang Nao clenched and loosened his hand on his chest, and tiptoed slightly: "I told them, I don't want to go abroad, I I want to stay in the country."

"Really? Is there a university you want to go to?"

"Xiang University."

The class bell rang suddenly, the world seemed to be in a busy tone, Feng Wuli met her eyes, there was a mess, like a ball of wool messed up by a cat, with both hands on his chest at a loss.

"Remember to give it back to me after reading the composition!"

The eldest lady ran away.

This was probably her most straight shot, and the tacit balance she always thought was about to be broken.

She was in a hurry.

It's the third year of high school, so instead of using the trumpet to play the assault horn, has it changed to playing the cowhide drum to attack the whole army?

Feng Wuli sighed and looked at the girl sitting upright in the front.
As a girl, you should take a bath, take milk tea, walk three times on the street with friends, and chat with your friends. Why care about whether a boy likes you every day?
The second section is Ms. Shang's class.

Before the class, she gave everyone a short notice with a serious expression.

He said that there seems to be a very dangerous guy who recently appeared in Junsha. He entered the house and murdered and fled here. It was a crime with high IQ and injured a lot of people. He probably knew that he would be caught sooner or later, so he was completely dehumanized. A couple of days later along Jiang Road, another couple was murdered. It was already busy in a pot of porridge. Now the police are mobilizing,

Sister Shang asked everyone to pay attention to safety, and don't go out at night if you have nothing to do.

"Be smart and stay away when you see someone you don't know approaching."

"Don't go where there are no people."

"There are also day students. During this time, you don't need to study at night. Just stay at home."

She looked at a few day students and confirmed that the cubs were listening to her, and Feng Wuli nodded to her.

It shouldn't be caused by monsters. He already knew that monsters were so fierce.

After school was over at noon, half of the class had gone, and half of them were sitting in their seats for self-study.

Feng Wuli is a day student, and usually he won’t go back at noon. After eating in the dining hall, he will go back to the classroom to study for a while, lie down on the table and take a nap, or find a cool common area below to tease the school cats, anyway. A loafing school kid.

At 12:30, almost no one was walking around in the sun on the campus.

After he had eaten, he took out the cat food from the drawer, went down to the overhead floor to feed a few fat oranges, and followed the smell of spirit in the air to the grove behind the gymnasium.

"Where did the little monster come from?"

"Give me back the hat!"

"Yo hoo hoo! Come grab it, if you can grab it, I'll give it back to you!"

"I'm really getting mad!"

"Angry, angry..."

With a sound of teasing, Feng Wuli saw the little fox anxiously chasing a leopard-sized monster with four wings that looked like a lynx, and the monster was still grabbing her straw hat.

It can be seen that the little fox is very nervous about her straw hat.

I was about to cry.

"Xiao, give her the hat back."

"Master Feng Wuli!"

The little monster was startled, so frightened that the hat it was grabbing by its claws loosened and fell to the ground. The little fox ran over and picked it up and hugged it in his arms.

This little monster who lives in the school likes to tease people. When he first entered the school, he made a little show because of it. After that, Feng Wuli didn't pay much attention to it. He basically stayed in this forest.

Look at the students coming and going.

Most of the monsters in the city are like this.

"Lord Feng Wuli, I'm very sorry, I didn't know this little fox was your friend?"

Xiao flies beside Feng Wuli, and a gust of wind blows from his four wings.

"Not a friend...but we met today." Feng Wuli smiled and gave it the rest of the cat food.

Xiao is not a picky eater, and the cat food is dazzling and fragrant.

Feng Wuli looked at the pitiful little fox: "That little monster, why are you here?"

The little fox was a little afraid of arrogance, but in fact, in terms of spirit, they were all very weak primary monsters.

"I, I... can you take me to Wang Xilou?"

　The score of the protagonist, Songzi, is based on my own. It is definitely not comparable to the reading masters at the level of Qingbei. It is only more than 600, and it can pass the [-]. It’s just that the language is really poor, and the college entrance examination is only a few hundred (scratching head)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)