my son is the king

Chapter 43
Shang Xiaoman's other good friend, Sun Hao, is a fan of comics through and through.

I often say that I am a man who has chased more than 700 episodes of Pirates and Hokage, but his personality is too girly.

At this time, Sun Hao poked Shang Xiaoman's chest with his orchid finger, and said softly, "You are so awesome, Mr. Xiaoman!"

"Are you shit?" Shang Xiaoman's head was full of black lines. Although he was used to this guy's character in his previous life, he couldn't help but want to complain at this moment.

"Good or bad, little barbarian, how can you say that about someone?" Sun Hao smiled with charming eyes.

"I'm the fuck," Shang Xiaoman resisted the urge to swear, and then took a deep breath.

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In the afternoon, the first class was music class, which reminded Shang Xiaoman that he was going to sing for the school celebration.

He is not going to record the music and sing it with the accompaniment. Shang Xiaoman is going to borrow a guitar and play it by himself. .

As far as Shang Xiaoman knew, music teacher Yan Zhenhua had a guitar.

Of course, this guitar has nothing to do with the school and belongs to Yan Zhenhua's private property.

It is said that when he was young, he was also a young man who often flirted with girls with a guitar on his back.

Ordinary schools like Xiazhai Elementary School, with sub-classes like music, actually lacked equipment.

When get out of class was over, Shang Xiaoman found Yan Zhenhua, the music teacher, and asked to borrow a guitar.

It was rejected by Yan Zhenhua. This guitar has accompanied Yan Zhenhua for a long period of youth, and it is a youthful memory for Yan Zhenhua.

Yan Zhenhua would not lend it to others at will, and the most important thing is that Yan Zhenhua didn't think that an elementary school student could talk about the guitar. What if it was broken?
Shang Xiaoman was not worried, he looked at Yan Zhenhua and said with a smile: "Mr. Yan, if I can help you get the WeChat account of our math teacher, how about you lend me your guitar?"

Shang Xiaoman's math teacher is Xiao Bing, a newly transferred female teacher this year, who is said to have graduated from Wenhai Normal University.

Xiao Bing is definitely a goddess-level beauty with a height of 1.7 meters [-], long legs, and an appearance of over [-].

Since she came to Xiazhai Primary School, many single male teachers of the same age in the school have completely boiled over and regarded her as their pursuit goal.

It's a pity that Xiao Bing is very enthusiastic about the students, but he is very indifferent to these male teachers in the school, and he can't even speak a few words, let alone WeChat.

"Really?" Hearing Shang Xiaoman's words at this moment, Yan Zhenhua asked excitedly.

But then he realized that his image as a teacher is not good.

He quickly said: "Don't get me wrong, I want Teacher Xiao's WeChat, it is purely for some in-depth academic discussions, and there is absolutely no other idea."

"Teacher Yan, don't worry, I understand everything," Shang Xiaoman blinked.

He went to the classroom and took a math book to Xiao Bing's room.

"Mr. Xiao, I have a math problem here, but can you explain it to me?" Shang Xiaoman knocked on the door and entered, and said softly.

At this time, Xiao Bing was sitting at the table correcting math homework. She was wearing a plaid shirt with flower patterns embroidered on the edge, and her blue skinny jeans showed her perfect figure at a glance.

A head of beautiful black hair was coiled on the top of her head and pinned with a pink hairpin. She conveniently pinned a strand of hair that fell from her head behind her ear, and said with a smile: "Which question, the teacher will take a look."

Then Xiao Bing explained it to Shang Xiaoman in detail. After thanking Shang Xiaoman, when he was about to leave, he said, "Mr. Xiao, can I add your WeChat account? I'm afraid that the math homework you assigned at night I don’t understand, I can ask you on WeChat at that time.”

Xiao Bing thought for a while, then nodded, tore off a piece of paper from his notebook, wrote his WeChat ID on it, and said with a smile: "Stop playing with your mobile phone, and don't bring your mobile phone to school."

Shang Xiaoman nodded heavily.

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Yan Zhenhua looked at the WeChat ID on the paper and was very excited. He thought of the male teachers in the next class who wanted to compete with him.

Shit go, from now on I can be regarded as the first to get the moon.

Yan Zhenhua thought happily, then put the note into his pocket calmly, patted Shang Xiaoman on the shoulder, and said: "Student Shang Xiaoman, since you decided to perform at the school celebration, this kind of thing The teacher will definitely support it, how can a person like the teacher who understands righteousness and selfless devotion reject you."

Yan Zhenhua solemnly handed over his guitar to Shang Xiaoman, and casually said, "The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms die, and the candles will dry when they turn into ashes and tears."

Shang Xiaoman rolled his eyes and thanked him anyway.

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After Shang Xiaoman left, Yan Zhenhua quickly took out his mobile phone and added the WeChat ID on the paper.

WeChat ID "Binglemon," Yan Zhenhua smiled silly, "It really fits Teacher Xiao's style!"

It didn't take long for WeChat's request to add friends to be approved.

Xiao Bing asked curiously, "Who are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Yan Zhenhua chuckled and thought it was very humorous to reply, "Guess!"

"Childish," Xiao Bing shook his head helplessly, and directly deleted and blocked this strange WeChat account.

Yan Zhenhua waited for a long time, and found that Xiao Bing hadn't replied to his message, so he sent a little nervously, "Why don't you talk?"

"Binglemon has turned on the friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can only chat after the verification is passed."

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Another new day came to an end. After a busy day, Xiazhai Primary School finally returned to calm as the students got out of school.

The sun rendered the skyline a dark red, and the sky gradually darkened.

At two o'clock in the morning, Fan Yong, the vice-principal of Xiazhai Primary School, was woken up by urinating.

He turned on the switch of the bedside lamp, yawned, put on his coat, and hurriedly walked towards the school toilet.

The moonlight is a little pale tonight, and the breeze gently blows the willow trees on the roadside, and the branches of the willow trees tremble and sway like ghosts and ghosts.

There was a touch of coolness in the air, and it seemed that even the chirping of crickets could not be heard.

Fan Yong wrapped his coat tighter, then walked quickly into the toilet.

The light in the toilet is a voice-activated light. He walked into the toilet and yelled softly out of habit.

As the lights came on, the dim yellow light shrouded the entire toilet in a haze.

Looking at the scene in the toilet, Fan Yong was completely dumbfounded.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, all the muscles in his body contracted suddenly, he swallowed hard, and even his heart beat subconsciously faster.

　Thank you for the reward of 2500 from Brother Jinshi that year, and the reward from Brother Dongchenxuan Star Soul, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)