To be honest, in a day's basic theory class, I didn't understand the hammer at all. I slept all morning in the morning, ate something casually at noon and continued to sleep all afternoon.

When he got up, he found that it was already the third class in the afternoon, and there was still one class that was considered to be the end of class. I looked up at the podium and found that the teacher on the stage had been replaced by a fat old lady wearing glasses and a kind eyebrow, explaining basic energetics.

The children around are basically in the same state as the hammer, and there are a lot of crooked, after all, in terms of their receiving ability, this thing is too high-end.

Of course, it's not that no one is listening, the most recent exception is the butterfly around Dingzhu. The name butterfly was given by Dinghammer, although this little girl has an indescribable sense of weirdness, but in general, the behavior pattern does not exceed the framework of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, but she doesn't seem to talk to people, including Dinghammer's tablemate. And every time she looked up, she could see that she was carefully copying notes, and paying attention to the teacher's every move with twelve points of attention.

And Dingzhu also noticed that in this whole class, it seems that she alone can understand the lessons from morning to afternoon, and even a subject that even the teacher has to turn over can understand thoroughly.

When it was almost time for the end of class, a stout uncle walked in outside, and he invited the kind-looking old lady in a respectful tone and stood on the podium himself.

The moment he stood up, his face suddenly became old-fashioned and serious, and he said sharply: "Bunnies, I am your training instructor, and you must call me Chief Hart in the future!" Remember, sir! Hear me! ”

The surrounding children were so shocked that several little girls were scared into tears on the spot, but they had to echo resignedly: "I know ......"

Only Dinghammer and Butterfly, the two of them sat there without any movement, and even Dinghammer stretched his neck and smiled at Butterfly: "This guy looks ugly enough." ”

The butterfly pursed her lips, deeply agreed with Dingji's words, and nodded vigorously.

And while the two of them were chatting, two brooms suddenly came at the hammer and the butterfly with the sound of the whirring wind, and for a moment the eyes of the whole class were focused on the two of them.

However, this sudden attack did not bring them any harm, after all, the hammer is an adult's quick eye, as soon as he grasped the incoming broom, and the butterfly was very clean and neat to bounce off the foreign object that was about to come in front of him, and the mental power suddenly had the attack surname and pointed directly at Hart on the stage.

Hart stared at the butterfly coldly, and by the way, he also stared at the hammer twice, and then he walked off the podium with the whip in his hand and walked straight to the hammer's side, looking at the two of them condescendingly.

"What were you talking about?"

Dinghammer sneered, and even the butterflies couldn't help laughing, but neither of them spoke, their mouths tightly closed, but the laughter that couldn't be held back was like a fart poof.

"I'm asking you! Must answer! Hart's eyes filled with anger: "Do you know who you are?" You've been soldiers since the first day you walked in! Soldiers just obey orders, I ask again, what were you talking about just now! ”

Dinghammer covered his mouth and forced a smile: "Are you sure you want to say it?" ”

"Say!" Hart's eyes widened, and he was imposing: "Say what you whispered and say it out loud." ”

As soon as he was about to speak, Hart suddenly slapped the table and yelled, "Stand up when you talk to the chief!" ”

Dinghammer clasped his ears and stood up, and asked with a hippie smile, "Do you really want to say it?" ”

"Say!"

Dinghammer sighed, took a deep breath, and shouted at his loudest volume: "I told her, this guy looks so fucking ugly!" Report complete! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the children in the class burst into laughter, and even Butterfly, a cold little girl, lay on the table and shook her shoulders.

Seeing their appearance, Dinghammer shrugged helplessly at Hart: "I asked if you want to talk about it...... Really. ”

One can imagine what will become of Hart's face. With a pig's liver-colored face, he glared angrily at the hammer, and his lips trembled uncontrollably, as if he wanted to eat the hammer alive to be happy.

"You! Dequeue! Hart put the whip on the hammer's shoulder: "Doorman!" ”

"Sick." Dinghammer glanced at him and sat down stupidly: "Who wants to fight with you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Hart's punch attack without warning, and in this electric light, the hammer was actually buzzing in his ears by the fist wind he brought up. And Hart's fist was even more attached to a layer of amber crystal clear luster.

The sound of "popping" flesh and flesh colliding made the hammer suddenly react from horror, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't even believe his eyes.

Because this crisp sound was not in his face, but the sound of the butterfly next to him blocking Hart's fist with one hand.

It's hard to imagine that such a slender and thin slap could make such a huge fist like a bear's paw not be able to sit. And it looks like the butterfly is quite relaxed, one hand is stretched out to block Hart, and the other hand is still flipping through the book, and the expression does not change.

At that moment, the whole class was shocked. Even Hart himself couldn't react. After all, even if he just wanted to teach the hammer a lesson, he didn't use all his strength, but even if he didn't use all his strength, he would never be stopped so lightly by such a thin little girl's hard hand.

"Butterflies." The butterfly raised her head slightly, looked at Hart coldly, and her lips opened slightly.

After hearing him pronounce these two words, Dinghammer burrowed under the table without saying a word. Then I heard the butterfly shout in her characteristic crunchy voice, "Open! ”

Then the air shook and let out a roar like a muffled cannon, and then Dinghammer felt the space around him shrink sharply, and then he heard the exclamations of his classmates outside in unison.

He silently raised his head from under the desk, and found that Hart, who was still fierce just now, was now locked against the wall by the butterfly, and the energy in his body was suddenly released, trying to break the blockade of the butterfly, but his strength could not compete with the butterfly at all, so he could only blow up and blow up in vain, and finally his face turned red.

Fortunately, at this time, the kind old lady who was teaching theory just now walked in, stretched out her hand and swiped into the air tremblingly, and the inexplicable spiritual power suddenly dissolved instantly like an ice cube touching hot water, and as the spiritual power of the butterfly dissolved, Hart also fell down like a pile of rotten meat, sitting on the ground and panting.

When the butterfly saw that the old lady was interfering with her actions, she turned her head and immediately aimed her attack.

But the old lady walked back to the podium indifferently, looked at the butterfly and smiled: "Young age, the future is limitless." However, the murderous intent must not be too heavy, otherwise one day it will go down the evil path. Even if you have a dagger, you don't need to think about killing all the time. ”

After saying that, she smiled at the hammer and stretched out her thumb to gesture at the hammer, and then stretched out her hand to scratch at the butterfly.

At this moment, the butterfly's face suddenly turned pale, and then the nosebleed came out uncontrollably, and she sat back in her place.

At this time, several people poured in from outside, and they watched vigilantly at the people in the classroom and checked Hart, who was recovering on the ground, and then frowned and asked the kind old lady, "Teacher Helo, what's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay." The old lady waved her hand: "Let's all go back, it's okay." ”

Dinghammer was really shocked in this place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and he was glad that he was low-key, otherwise he really didn't even know how he died...... Just look at this old lady and you can understand that she seems to have saved some face for the butterfly, otherwise the butterfly really doesn't even have the strength to fight back.

After the pickets helped Hart to leave, the old lady slowly walked in front of Dinghammer, looked at him with a smile, and asked softly, "Are you very familiar with Ye?" ”

"Hmm...... Yes? Dinghammer suddenly reacted, and his tone was quite respectful: "What's that, how do you know?" ”

The old lady reached out and took a seed from the hammer's hair and put it in the palm of her hand to give the hammer a look: "Ye's seed, this seed is used to determine the direction, Ye has been paying attention to you, Ye's surname I know very well, she won't do it casually." ”

"Seeing Ye tell her to let her come to Teacher Heluo's house for dinner this weekend, Teacher Heluo misses her."

"Hey, okay." Dinghammer agreed: "I will definitely convey it!" ”

"Good boy." Helo patted the hammer's arm, then looked at his right hand, and said inexplicably, "Don't use it indiscriminately." ”

If others don't know, can the hammer not know? The old lady actually saw her secret at a glance, which had to make him chrysanthemum. However, Sister Ye Zi also seems to have said that people who can see his abnormality generally don't do anything to him, because the people who can see it ...... In their eyes, the hammer is nothing.

And during the whole conversation, the old lady didn't look at the butterfly next to her whose face was slowly recovering, as if she was just a child who loved to mess around, nothing more.

However, after the old lady's shock, the hammer was much more honest and did not dare to make another mistake, while the butterfly stared at the old lady's face full of resentment, and her eyes were full of hatred.

"Don't stare at it." Dingzhu took out the ham sausage from the bag and handed it to the butterfly: "If people don't kill you, it's a chance to give you." ”

Butterfly snorted coldly and slapped off the ham sausage given to her by the hammer, with a cold expression.

"The dog bites Lu Dongbin." Dingzhu muttered, whistled with a bag on his back, and left the classroom in the surprised eyes of the children.

Even though...... There is still one class missing.

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