When he returned home from the ghostly place, it was already afternoon, and Si Mo decided to take advantage of this time to go to school to brush his face in front of Zhong Bisheng, and by the way, to explore the time of this personality's existence.

Although she is now familiar with Zhong Bisheng, it is Zhong Yu who needs help in the final analysis. After all, Zhong Yu is the main body of the demon soul of the little boy of the Bamboo Clan.

In just half an hour, Si Mo wandered from his house to the outside of Zhong Bisheng's school. She looked at the wall, which was guarded by wire and glass ballast, and a smile flashed in her eyes—when was the last time you climbed a wall?

She climbed over the wall that the students jokingly called the "guard tower" unscathed, and then slowly walked around the aristocratic school.

The school was much larger than she had imagined, and behind the guardhouse at the gate, a rockery that sprayed water in the summer released circles of mist. In the afternoon sun, these mist even reflect colorful rainbows.

Behind the rockery is a spacious boulevard, deciduous trees are the best shade in the summer, and there are table tennis tables on both sides of the boulevard, which is obviously a good place for students to exert their strength during their lunch break.

Behind the table tennis table are two rows of four-story buildings, and the sound of recitation is constantly coming from the open windows. Bypassing the classroom on the right, Si Mo saw a track made of plastic.

At this time, there are two classes in the playground, and the physical education class is not limited to running and skipping rope.

Si Mo leaned in the shadows with interest and watched for a while, before he began to grope for Zhong Bisheng's classroom. According to Zhong Bisheng's current age, he should be in the primary school of this school.

Perhaps because the children in the primary school are generally young, the teaching building is in the first corner of the deepest part of the school, and there is a large lawn behind it, which should be the boiler room across the lawn, and Simo saw several teachers walking from the boiler room with kettles to the dormitory in the other direction.

Si Mo walked lightly into the teaching building, and soon saw Zhong Bisheng in a classroom on the third floor, looking at the board book behind the teacher on the blackboard, he could easily judge that they should be in English class at this time.

In English...... A language I haven't heard for a long time, the last time was during the Republic of China......

Si Mo was still sighing, and he saw Zhong Bisheng standing up, and he looked at the teacher on the podium with a cold face. There was no respect for the teacher at all, and the answer in his mouth was like what he was talking to the teacher, and the face of the elderly teacher quickly turned red.

Of course, the final outcome is naturally not that the teacher threw up his sleeves and left angrily, but that the teacher pointed to the door frame in a dashing manner: "go out!"

Even Si Mo, who was standing outside the door, could hear this sentence clearly, let alone the one who had been answering the teacher fluently. Si Mo only saw Zhong Bisheng's fair little face blush with annoyance, and then, like a proud crane, he cleaned up the things on the table, pulled the schoolbag in the desk and threw it on his shoulder, and walked handsomely towards the door.

“here are you going?!”

This time, the teacher was in a hurry. The English teacher in this class was sick, and he had to substitute for the teacher for two days. And today is his first day of substitute teaching, but he didn't expect to meet such a hard stubble.

As a result, his question was not answered, and the other party only gave him a provocative little look, and without replying to him, he walked out of the classroom.