Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Only about half of the disciples who studied in the private school continued to persevere, and the rest could not accept learning to read and write and chose to quit.

Ma Zhiyuan and Ma Dashan are still studying hard.

But the main reason is that Ma Xiao is a little tired, and Ma Dashan doesn't know what's going on, and his head has become quite bright, not only in memory but also in writing.

It's mostly because of the black water.

But with such a good head, Ma Dashan doesn't need it, and after completing the task assigned by the teacher for the first time every day, this guy sleeps on the table, which is really hateful.

No, less than half an hour after the homework assigned by the teacher came down today, Ma Dashan stood up with the rice paper on which he had written, and it seemed that he was about to hand in his homework.

Through the black pen mark on the back of the rice paper, Ma Xiao can see that Ma Dashan is writing another good hand today.

"Hehe, Ma Xiao, I'm going to hand in my homework, hurry up."

Looking at his cheap smile, Ma Xiao wanted to draw a cross on his face with the brush in his hand.

Isn't it just drinking black water, look at what makes you stuck, it's not like I haven't drunk it. Why doesn't it change when I drink it? At least let me grow up, and don't expect my head to shine.

But now the fact is that after drinking the black water, he didn't even have a little mud off his body except that he felt refreshed.

"Ma Xiao."

Ma Dashan changed his previous smile, and suddenly called his name with a pity on his face.

"What's wrong?"

When Ma Xiao saw Ma Dashan like this, he felt that something bad was about to happen or that something had already happened.

I saw Ma Dashan staring at the rice paper in front of Ma Xiao, and said a sympathetic "sigh", shook his head and walked away.

What's going on, it's nerve-wracking.

Ma Xiaozhuan turned his head and looked at his rice paper.

"W-How did this become a 'rabbit' character?!"

What I wrote is free 'free'!

Just as he was thinking, a drop of ink dripped from the hand he was carrying.

“......”

Ma Xiao wants to cry, he has already written all the ordinary words, and he has to write them all again.

Today's dinner... It's going to be gone again.

And the culprit who caused this incident came back after being praised by the teacher.

Passing by the side of Ma Xiao's position, I saw that he was taking out a new piece of paper.

"Oh, it's a pity that I just had a good hand."

His face was full of pity, as if it was a real pity.

Ma Xiao's handwriting is crooked, if his words can be called good words, then the words written by Ma Dashan can't be called fairy characters?

Nasty mountain!

Ma Xiao was helpless, so he could only lower his head and continue to write.

"Hey, Ma Xiao, hey."

Ma Xiao not only heard someone calling him, but also felt that someone was poking him with a pen.

If you think about it on your toes, you can tell that it is Ma Dajuni, who is sitting in the row behind him.

Ignore this pit goods.

Ma Xiao continued to write with his head down, and his writing speed was obviously much faster than the first time he wrote slowly, and he had to rush out of the time to eat.

Ma Dashan in the back, seeing that Ma Xiao ignored him, he increased the intensity of the poke.

"Horse small, hey, horse small."

The voice of this product has also increased a lot.

If words can appear on his face, Ma Xiao is estimated to have a big angry word on his face, and if this word can have another color, it will definitely be the color of flames.

"I said what are you going to do!"

Ma Xiao turned around and shouted quietly.

As a result, Ma Dashan was about to poke his pen, and he accidentally poked his nostrils.

This really can't be blamed on Ma Dashan, it's because Ma Xiao is too short, Ma Xiao sitting at the table has only one head and a little bit of back above the table, and this turn must not poke his head directly.

The key is that Ma Dashan didn't expect Ma Xiao to turn around so fast this time.

Ma Dashan smiled awkwardly and slowly pulled the pen out of Ma Xiao's nostrils.

"Heh, hehe."

He scratched his head, a little afraid to look directly into Ma Xiao's angry eyes.

Ma Xiao rubbed his nose that was poked, and then continued to look at Ma Dashan with angry eyes, without speaking, just watching.

This time, he was smart, he put down the pen first and then turned his head, so he was not afraid of the situation just now.

This was staring for almost a minute, and Ma Dashan was stared at creepy.

Ma Xiao, who usually doesn't lose his temper, is very scary if he starts a temper.

How terrible it is, he actually doesn't know, but he feels that if a person doesn't usually lose his temper, then it's terrible to start a temper.

"Uh... Otherwise, you might as well continue to write. ”

Ma Dashan said weakly, he didn't know why he was weak, he didn't seem to have done anything bad.

Ma Xiao didn't look back, just continued to stare at him.

"Huh? Y-Why are you still staring at me? I was stared at in a panic. ”

Ma Dashan reached out and pushed Ma Xiao's face back and asked him to turn back.

After being pushed back, Ma Dashan's head turned back to stare at Ma Dashan like a spring.

"I'll go, as for it? Didn't you just poke your nose? ”

"Okay, okay, I'll turn back."

"Mom, you're still looking at me after I've been back for so long?"

It's only been ten seconds since this thing turned back!

"If you have anything to say, you can say it quickly."

Ma Xiao finally spoke, and Ma Dashan was still relieved.

"Isn't this tomorrow a holiday..."

"No way!"

"I'm not done yet."

"Needless to say, it can't be."

"Why, do you know what I'm going to say, you just say it's impossible."

"Nine times out of ten, I'm going to my dad's place to eat."

“...... You know all this? Could it be that you are a roundworm in my stomach? ”

"The devil wants to be the roundworm in your stomach, and the roundworm in your stomach is really pitiful, and I have to help you deal with the dishes you eat too much every day."

"Where? I don't have roundworms in my stomach at all, okay, that's a metaphor, metaphor you know? The teacher talked about it in class. ”

"Well, yes, but what is my resemblance to roundworms? Don't tell me it's volume, or I'll kill you. ”

"When did I say you were like roundworms?"

"I'm afraid that you didn't listen to the teacher carefully in class about how to use metaphors, and you know that ontology and metaphor should have something in common?"

"I ......"

The excited chat between the two was naturally heard by the gentleman sitting in front of them.

"Ma Zhiyuan, Ma Dashan, even if you two can chat softly, other classmates are still writing seriously."

The teacher reminded aloud.

The other classmates were obviously affected by the two of them, and many of them were covering their mouths and laughing.

In a month's time, they got to know each other a lot, and even lived directly in the home of the two of them.

I know that these two guys make some funny things every day, but this time they actually talked about studying, which is really funny.

And the gentleman who taught them also knows the two of them, both of them are good children with good personalities, but they are too skinny.

This gentleman also knows Ma Xiao's parents, and there are almost no people who don't know Ma Xiao's parents, after all, their restaurant is very famous, and on the first night of school, their dinner was eaten in Ma Xiao's restaurant, and the taste was really good.

Not to mention their class, the entire city must account for half of the people who know about his hotel!

"Sir, it's Ma Xiao, this guy who is making strong words."

Ma Dashan directly raised his hand to sue.

"Dashan, did you listen to me in class?"

The teacher asked rhetorically.

"Uhhh

Ma Dashan couldn't speak, he didn't listen much, basically thinking about what to eat in the afternoon, what to eat in the evening, and whether to have a supper.

Since his physical change has taken place, his appetite has grown greater than before.

"Sir, this guy Dashan uses metaphors indiscriminately, and he compares me to a roundworm in his stomach."

Ma Xiao also raised his hand at this time and said.

As soon as he said this, some of the students who hadn't heard their conversation were also amused, and the whole class burst into laughter.

It happened that the dean was walking outside, and the dean was startled by the sudden laughter, because the laughter broke out too suddenly.

Well, he's often intimidated by this class, and this time it should be the fifth.

No need to guess, it was definitely the two kids who did something again.

He clearly remembered the last time he passed through this class, someone actually threw ink on the window, almost getting it on his clothes.

And the reason for splashing ink is that the ink is expired and can't be drunk.

Eating ink? As a result, when I went in to inquire, it was Ma Dashan, who was originally sitting by the window, who was confused in his dream, and took a sip of ink as spicy soup.

Ma Dashan was also arranged by Mr. to move to the back of Ma Xiao because of that incident, far away from the window, so as not to have a next time, don't throw a brush, saying that this fritter is too old.

It's such an amazing class, but what is it this time?

The dean walked to the door and knocked on it.

Only then did everyone realize that the dean was outside the window just now.

Since the ink spilling incident, this window has not dared to open again, so everyone did not see the dean passing by in the corridor.

Seeing the dean push the door open, everyone's laughter stopped at once.

Then they all got up and bowed to the dean, which was etiquette.

The dean replied with a smile, "Sit down, everybody." ”

Mr. Dean is a very amiable person, so everyone is just a little restrained when they see the dean coming in, after all, they have all learned etiquette, even if they are not afraid of the dean, but there is always respect.

"What were you laughing at? Can I let the old man listen to it too? ”

He asked.

"Dean, just now Ma Zhiyuan and Ma Dashan were discussing the issue of metaphors."

The gentleman looked like he wanted to laugh, but he held back.

"Oh? Ma Zhiyuan, Ma Dashan, the analogy should have been in the class half a month ago, why did the two of you discuss it again at this time? Tell me, what did the discussion come to be? ”

The dean nodded and asked the two of them softly.

The two of them were named by the dean, and they both stood up politely.

"Grandpa Dean, Dashan compares me to a roundworm in his stomach!"

Ma Xiaoxian said.

Everyone didn't think there was anything about Ma Xiao calling the dean the dean's grandfather, because they all called the dean grandpa, which was requested by the dean himself.

"Dashan, you don't use this metaphor very well. How can Ma Xiao be the same as roundworms? ”

The dean asked.

"No, Grandpa Dean, I think the crux of the matter is not to compare me to a roundworm, but to compare me to a roundworm in his stomach."

"Well, is there any essential difference between the two? Aren't they all roundworms? ”

The dean didn't understand it all at once, is there a difference between roundworms and roundworms? Does it mean that there is a difference in size? But isn't it the same in terms of kind?

"Grandpa Dean, what Ma Xiao means is that other roundworms don't need to be as busy as the roundworms in my stomach."

Ma Dashan touched his head with one hand and said, this thing actually showed a shy expression.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The laughter burst into flames.

Funnily enough, there was a lot of laughter outside the window.

The classmates by the window opened the window and found that they were all students from the next class, and their husband was also smiling.

During the month, the gentleman in the next class often asked his students to come and eavesdrop, and this time he probably heard the laughter before letting the students come over again.

As soon as the window opened, the gentleman laughed for a while, and then stopped laughing.

Or did his students realize the problem first.

"Uh, Dean."

The gentleman scratched his head in embarrassment and greeted the dean.

Naturally, the other students followed suit.

This time, the outside didn't dare to laugh, and the class laughed out loud when they saw the embarrassment outside.

"Go, go, we will go to class, and we will continue to class."

The gentleman who was outside hurried the students back to class.

"Why are you going back?"

The headmaster asked.

"Well, Dean, isn't this a way to let the kids continue to do their homework?"

"No need."

"Dean, I'm just letting the kids rest and relax."

"I know, I also know that you kid have made these little ghosts relax in class more than once or twice."

Huh? It's all known to the dean.

"It's okay, it's a good thing to combine work and rest. Let them all come in. ”

"Okay. Get in quickly, quickly. ”

The students from the next class ran back into the class and sat down in an open space.

It seems that it is not the first time to sit in Ma Xiao's class, and it is not chaotic at all.

Obviously, the dean didn't let them into this class once or twice, and they had taken this kind of large class several times.

"We're going to talk about parables for the rest of the day. Tell me, Dashan, why do you compare Ma Xiao to a roundworm in your stomach? ”

Ma Dashan, who had originally sat down again, saw that he was named again, and hurriedly stood up.

"Why? I don't know, I actually just want to say, Ma Xiao, eh, Ma Zhiyuan knows me too well, he can even guess what I didn't say in advance, and then I blurted out that he was compared to a roundworm in my stomach. ”

"Well, your statement is actually not a metaphor, there is no one thing in common between roundworms and Zhiyuan, of course they will eat, drink and exclude."

When the dean said this, the class laughed again.

After everyone laughed for a while, the dean pressed his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"You can say that this is an association, although you don't know why you use roundworms, but the meaning you want to express is replaced by roundworms......"

Anyway, today, from this class, there is a word that "you are like a roundworm in my stomach" to show that "you really know me".