If you shout again, the feces will splash into your mouth.

It's a reminder of the real conscience, but it's also really too late.

As Fang Yumei and Xi Ruzhu screamed in a panic, they couldn't avoid it, and those white and yellow things sprayed them all over their bodies and mouths.

What's even more strange is that although the students in the Nanshan class hid far away, they were also splashed on their bodies, especially the person who echoed Fang Yumei just now, who was the most contaminated.

On the contrary, Xi Zuer, Wei Yang, and Zhang Bin and his wife who were nearby were not stained at all.

Wei Yang couldn't help but sigh: "I've seen people robbing money, but I've never seen people robbing dung." ”

Zhang Bin: "I just thought that Zu'er wouldn't let me eat X live, so I carried it to the school garden to make flower fertilizer. ”

Xi Zuer bowed lightly: "Well, it's really a waste of flower fertilizer." ”

Fang Yumei and others who were sprayed with a mouthful of feces: "......"

If you eat X, you will be disgusted and wasted.

It's really hard to say!

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The scene of Fang Yumei and others spraying feces in the corridor happened to be captured by the camera, and inexplicably, it was played on the screens of various classes.

It was supposed to be class time, and these classrooms exploded all at once.

Fang Yumei has always been the most fashionable female teacher in the school, dressed boldly and Western-style, and has always been chased and praised by a group of male teachers.

At this moment, those male teachers are about to vomit, and they all regret that they have been licking dogs.

The Donghai class is even more laughing and celebrating:

"She calls us garbage all day long, and she's not even garbage, she's just a lump of XX!"

"Zhang Bin is good, the prodigal son will not change his money, I forgive you!"

"Oh, where did the young lady of the ancestor go, why didn't she come back?"

Xi Zuer pushed the door and entered.

Everyone happily gathered around: "Little Ancestor......"

I want to share with her the exciting scene of the live video just now.

Behold.

Xi Zuer looked serious: "I want to study." ”

Everyone: "......"

Silently retreated.

Oh my God, even the little ancestors are about to start learning, do they still dare to play.

However.

As soon as everyone returned to their seats, they grabbed their books.

found Xi Zuer lazily half leaning on the seat, her eyebrows and eyes crooked, staring at the blue-blooded emperor on her tender white wrist.

A smile in his eyes is bright and tactful!

This...... Are you sure you're learning?

The little crow glanced at it: the little ancestor is really learning.

I saw that she was reading carefully, and on the watch, Bo Gucheng's reply-

"Get up and straighten your slender hands, show thick flowers and thin, thin sweat and light clothes...... This sentence is about a girl swinging, and the little hand is inevitably a little tired from holding the rope all the time, thick, and long. ”

"The concubine is like a pipa obliquely embraced, and Ren Jun folds and makes the palace businessman...... Think about it when I hold you, my arm supports your knee socket, is it considered a fold? ”

"Flowers, paths have never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you...... The original flavor is very good, you don't have to clean it, and it is fun to go straight into the courtyard. ”

The man is so patient, replying to the questionable verses one by one, like a very competent extracurricular tutor.

Xi Zuer saw it and suddenly realized: "What a mood, swinging, hugging, and breaking into the courtyard in its original form...... It's so romantic for a child to write poetry. ”

The little crow peeked a few times and couldn't help but communicate with Fu Xiqin: "Hey, do you understand the chatter?" ”

Fu Xiqin looked back at him: I don't understand. However, I can feel that this breeding object is a very deep and sullen Sven scum, commonly known as old, rogues, and hooligans! But if my master is still there, he will definitely not be able to do my master, because the master doesn't read books or read poetry, and if he finds his favorite little ancestor, he will definitely not talk nonsense and open his pants is gan (gan)!

The little crow glared at him fiercely: "So your master deserves to die and has no place to be buried!" ”

How could the lofty little ancestor of his family be able to desecrate at will?

Looking at it this way, the sullen boy is quite good.