Volume IV: Immortal War South

Chapter 7 It's so disgusting, this kind of person, don't give a penny!

The harsh sunlight, the chirping of cicadas outside the window.

The children's shoes of Class 1 (6) are in an art class.

The art teacher wandered down the aisle between the desks, telling the students about the content of the lesson.

Wang Huaxiang is a representative of the art class, although he is not very good at painting, but because of his handsome appearance, he is deeply liked by the art teacher.

No, the art teacher was walking in front, and Wang Huaxiang squatted and followed behind the teacher, causing the students to cover their mouths and snicker.

Many girls' eyes were full of admiration for Wang Huaxiang.

The boys looked at it with disdain.

Of course, Zheng Nan was also very disdainful of it, pouting and continuing to look at the extracurricular books. Zheng Nan is not a person who reads books, it's just that his family bought an extracurricular book earlier, Zheng Nan was very proud, and he took it out at school if he had nothing to do, of course, he read a few words, but he didn't know.

Of course, the goddess beside him also looked at Wang Huaxiang.

Zheng Nan looked down at the book, but he was very angry in his heart, why didn't that kid look good, it's just that so many girls like him, grandma.

Zheng Nan slapped the table and yelled, "Wang Huaxiang, I'm cao you!" Give me gun back! ”

Wang Huaxiang knelt on the ground, kowtowed, said yes again and again, clamped his tail, and erected two dog ears to go back to his seat.

The teacher nodded approvingly, and the students' eyes were full of little stars, casting adoring glances at them.

"Hey, hey, hey." Zheng Nan lowered his head and looked at the book, and couldn't help laughing.

"Zheng Nan, what I just said, repeat." The art teacher's voice came, but Zheng Nan was still imagining.

Wang Jianan arched Zheng Nan.

Zheng Nan woke up from a dream, and everything was his imagination just now.

Zheng Nan stood up with a red face, unable to say a word.

The teacher didn't embarrass him when he saw it, but he couldn't avoid the punishment of Zheng Nan standing on the seat.

Wang Huaxiang had already returned to the girl's seat, and smiled at Zheng Nan.

Zheng Nan's hand clasped the table, and he wanted to kill Wang Huaxiang in his heart.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding~" The bell rang at the end of class, and the teacher packed up the teaching materials and left the classroom.

The students began to chirp again in groups of three or five.

Zheng Nan sat down, and he was really tired after standing for half a class.

Looking back, Zheng Nan looked at Wang Huaxiang who was sitting in the back row, and was very angry.

Wang Huaxiang, who still has a lot of little sparrows on his face, why is he so likable and so good at singing.

Zheng Nan held his chin, thinking about how to prove that he was better than Wang Huaxiang.

Zheng Nan sat a little lonely in his seat, and Wang Jiannan next to him didn't know where to go.

The classmates sitting in the back row were also gone.

Many of the students in the front row also mostly went out.

Zheng Nan is introverted, he doesn't usually talk much, and his grades are half to half, just like his appearance.

In Zheng Nan's world, not many people enter it.

Wang Jianan counts one, Mengjie counts one, and Yajie, thinking of Yajie, Zheng Nan has a headache, every time she goes to class and finishes class, Yajie often scribbles with a pen, and the scribble is not paper, but meat! That's right, it's meat, Zheng Nan's little fresh meat, of course Zheng Nan is not to be outdone, he will return a sum every time, and finally cause a lot of blood marks on the back of the hands of the two, I remember that once, Yajie drew too much because of herself, and the next day she was embarrassed to give herself a card, which was very exquisite.

Zheng Nan counted the people in his world with his fingers like this, as if Wang Huaxiang's soul was weak, but there were not many others.

Zheng Nan often forgets the people he has played with, and when he meets next time, Zheng Nan doesn't know how to speak, let's play together, such words, Zheng Nan prefers to hide them in his heart.

Fortunately, at this age, children like to take the initiative to provoke, and Zheng Nan's temperament is revenge and resentment, so it is not too boring.

But today is a little different, Zheng Nanxin wants to try his skills, and his eyes are sweeping the class, looking for his own goal.

No, a little classmate who looked thinner than Zheng Nan and seemed to have the words "to bully me" written on his face was recognized by Zheng Nan.

Zheng Nan quietly walked to the window position in the first row and pushed the classmate.

"What are you doing!"

"What are you talking about? What's wrong! ”

"What are you doing! What are you doing! It's disgusting, push people! Going to die, going to die! If you don't give money, what are you pushing people for! Do! What do I do with you? What do I do with you? What do you say I do to you? It's disgusting, this kind of person, it's okay to push me, and I don't give a penny, it's disgusting, this kind of person! ”

"Bang!" Zheng Nan walked a fist into the classmate's face.

"Mustang Score!" Zheng Nan didn't know if it was right or not, according to the martial arts songs he listened to at home, he put on a posture, and bullied the children's shoes with fights and shouts.

At this time, of course, there will be students who pull the rack, and of course there will be students who quietly leave the classroom.

Zheng Nan was refreshed, returned to his seat, and confidently thought about how to finish abusing Wang Huaxiang.

After a while, the teacher came and called Zheng Nan to the office.

Zheng Nan went to the teacher's office with a chirp.

He lowered his eyebrows and stirred his little fingers.

Zheng Nan is not very strong, but among children at this age, he is considered fat and relatively tall.

"Do you know why I called you?" The old class raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Nan.

"Because of the ・・・・・・ I fight" Zheng Nan said in a low voice, very scared in his heart, if you want to say Zheng Nan, he is most afraid of the teacher.

"Why are you fighting?"

"・・・・・・" Zheng Nan lowered his head and stopped talking, his little face was red, and he was like the perpetrator who was full of joy before.

"Go write a check, hand it to me before the afternoon, write why you are fighting, and it won't be like this in the future." The old class couldn't let out a fart for a long time when he saw Zheng Nan, beckoned Zheng Nan to leave, and continued to look at the Chinese lesson plan in his hand.

Zheng Nanru was about to be amnesty, hurriedly walked out of the office, touched his chest, and felt a lot more comfortable, but he also had a headache how to write a check.

Zheng Nan's language level, that's not good, although the language scores of the whole class are above 90 points, but Zheng Nan's language scores must be about 90 low scores.

Xiao Zhengnan sat on the chair, looked down at the table, holding a pen in his hand, and rubbing his mouth from time to time with the end of the pen.

"How do you write it?" Zheng Nan is the most grinding worker, others are all fluent, but Zheng Nan is a foreign worker.

Jia Nan on the side covered her mouth and snickered from time to time, knowing that Zheng Nan must have committed a crime and was punished by the teacher for writing and checking.

Zheng Nan was thinking in his heart, but his eyes also knew that Jia Nan was looking at him, and his face couldn't help but turn red again.

Zheng Nan hardened his head, and under the eyes of the goddess, he started his own feast of pen and ink.

Outside the window, there is a blue sky, and the water-blue background is accompanied by many strange-shaped clouds, which makes people obsessed.

The golden sun touched the round belly, adding more brilliance to this school and even the whole world.

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