As the days passed, sure enough, what Qiao Shan said couldn't be believed at all! Ling Feng really saw what it meant to be a person who was holding the imperial grain but was messing around. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the first month, Qiao Shirt called everyone in the first-grade A class to train on the Hilton playground every day, or took the group of imps to the practice ground under the playground.

For Ling Feng, he had indeed learned a lot of fighting skills in the first month, and his life was tense and fulfilling. It's not like before, I feel very empty, and I have to go to class every day.

Ling Feng felt that he had improved a lot. Of course, his hair has grown a lot, and his size has also grown, and Ling Feng is in his puberty, which is the time to grow taller.

But this first month was just an illusion. After Hilton left, Joe's shirt returned to its original form.

The second month.

Qiao Shan returned to his original state, borrowed Nangong Le's spiritual weapon, the red umbrella, and found a recliner. Lying comfortably under Nangong Le's umbrella to shelter from the wind and rain, it just hurt Nangong Le's spiritual weapon. After eating every day, Qiao Shan threw down a sentence that you look at it, you are casual, and you go to sunbathe with a comfortable face. They don't care about their students at all.

"Teacher, can you teach us martial arts skills!" Ling Feng said at a trott over to Qiao Shan.

Qiao Shi lay on the comfortable rocking chair, got up and glanced at it, then lay down again, and said very lazily: "The teacher is not available! The teacher is very busy!" Ling Feng secretly scolded angrily in his heart: "You are busy with your uncle, you are obviously very idle, you irresponsible teacher!" thought so in his heart, but said with a smile on his lips: "Teacher, you see that the battle of glory is related to the honorary teachers of our academy, can you be a little more careful! You teach us more real skills! Isn't our chance of winning a little greater?"

Ling Feng said bitterly, Qiao Shi didn't look at Ling Feng when he saw it, but just said, "Ling Feng, your hair has grown a lot longer, and your height has also grown!" "Teacher, if you are still so lazy, I will tell Dean Hilton to go and let him deduct your salary!" Ling Feng threatened.

"Ah, I'm so scared, I'm really scared, stinky little ghost, you go tell Hilton that old immortal!, but the question is whether you can find him?" Qiao said sarcastically.

"Teacher, dean, is there something that can't be returned, or was it killed by you?" Ling Feng asked.

"Stupid little ghost, are you stupid? The deans of the three major academies are not here, have you forgotten that their corresponding official positions are the positions of chief minister, second minister, and last minister?" Qiao Shan said.

"Have you been summoned by the Emperor to a meeting, or are these three academies here preparing for the Battle of Glory!" Ling Feng asked. "Both!" said Qiao Shan. "By the way, teacher, do you know where there is a haircut here!" Ling Feng asked helplessly, touching his hair that was getting longer and longer.

Ling Feng didn't want to have long hair like that damn pseudo-girl, Ling Feng was still not used to having long hair.

Hearing Ling Feng ask himself this, Qiao got up suddenly, squinted his eyes and said, "Little ghost, there is no place for haircuts here! There is no place for a haircut!" Qiao Shi put the dagger in his hand out of nowhere, shook it, and shot out a cold eye, the cold eye and the dagger in his hand are extremely contrasting: "But the teacher can make an exception and give you a haircut!

You bigwigs make exceptions at every turn, and you've already broken enough of this guy. Ling Feng exerted his magic skills in his heart, complaining skills, Ling Feng thought that except for spitting and spitting, it was okay, and the others were basically useless.

Ling Feng subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the dagger in Qiao Shan's hand, and said tremblingly: "Teacher, I think it's better to forget it, I really don't worry about your sword skills! ”

"How could it be, Xiao Lingfeng, why do you think so badly of the teacher?" Qiao Shan said. As he spoke, he brought the dagger close to Ling Feng's hair, preparing to cut it. Ling Feng cried in his heart and shouted to his mother, "Oh my God! Come and save me, I don't want to be killed by Teacher Shake.........

But Shi Yin was lying quietly on the lawn at this time, looking up at the blue sky. Parker is playing with his sister. Xiu and Fred were playing a game of chess, each busy with their own business.

I didn't even notice anything strange here. Only Chiben Yuuka saw Ling Feng's embarrassed appearance. Qianben Xue Ying slowly spoke, and shouted to Ling Feng in the shape of a trumpet with both hands: "Ling Feng, come and teach me combat skills!"

"Wow Ka Ka, sister, who are you looking for to teach you combat skills, but you want to find me, it's just that I have the least fighting skills!" Ling Feng thought speechlessly in his heart, "No, sister, this is saving me! Thank you very much!

"Teacher, my hair, let's get it cut next time! I'm going to prepare for the Battle of Glory!" Ling Feng finished speaking and ran away.

"Thank you, classmate Qian!" Ling Feng said in the evening. "Thank you for what?" Shi Yin asked, leaning over his handsome face. "It's just a help from classmates!" Ling Feng said with his hand in his pocket.

In the third month, Hilton returned, and Joe pretended to be decent again, and began to train the first class of students again. The next month, as soon as Hilton leaves, he will return to that comfortable life.

And so it goes.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Ling Feng's hair had been tied up, and his face had become less black than before, white like a scholar.

Ling Feng asked many people if there was a place for a haircut, and the answer was the same, and Xiu said that this was also the reason why he didn't want to get a haircut. Ling Feng simply grew this hair.

The night before the Battle of Glory, everyone was sleeping peacefully, but Ling Feng was lent to Qiao by Shi Yin, and Ling Feng was borrowed bluntly. I don't even know why.

In Qiao Shan's dormitory, Ling Feng was tied to Qiao Shan's bed with five flowers, Ling Feng really wanted to shout: "Help, help! Someone robbed the wife and man of the good family! Who hurry up and save me! Shi Yin, you are so ruthless! What is it called to experience the most poisonous woman's heart." You actually lent your boyfriend to someone like this and abused him!"

Ling Feng wanted to shout, but he couldn't. Because his mouth has been firmly gagged with a cloth. Qiao Shan put on an expression of "you scream, scream, call me by the throat, and no one will come to save you" approached Ling Feng.

"Oh my God, could it be that I, the body of a boy, fell into the hands of this shaky stinky woman?" Ling Feng said that the heavens should not be called the earth.

Close your eyes and let others ravage.

"Huh!"

Qiao Xie untied the rope and did nothing.

"That's it!" Ling Feng threw the cloth in his mouth on the ground with some frustration.

"Stinky little ghost, then what do you think I want to do to you! You little devil who hasn't even grown up yet, is it possible that I will take a fancy to you, teacher!" Qiao Shan said. "Teacher, I actually ......," Ling Feng said with a squeak. "Actually, what?" "Forget it!" Ling Feng thought about it and forgot it, so as not to be beaten again.

Ling Feng looked around the red-haired teacher's room, it was well organized and clean, not at all like the messy appearance that Ling Feng imagined, such as clothes or something, or casually thrown away. This is not the room that Shake M should have!

"Look at what, change your clothes, little ghost! Teacher will take you to the banquet tonight!" Qiao Shirt said.

"What clothes!" Ling Feng asked, puzzled. Qiao Yi had already taken out a red dress from her brown closet, the kind of dress she wore to the banquet. "Teacher, you're kidding! Wear this!" Ling Feng pointed, although there are often male protagonists in anime who look like women, but everyone wears sailor suits, or the kind of clothes that are dependent on people. Although Ling Feng now has long hair, Ling Feng can't control this dress?

This requires a dress that can be mastered by a proud figure. "Teacher, I can't stand it!" Ling Feng said shyly. "Stinky little ghost, what the hell are you pretending to be in your brain! This dress is worn by the teacher. Qiao Shi glared at Ling Feng with anger on his face.

"Yours is this!" Qiao Shan casually took out a suit and threw it to Ling Feng.

"Okay, time is pressing, everyone is dressed in their own clothes, and no one is allowed to peek at anyone, otherwise I will kill you if I see you!"

"Oh!" Ling Feng replied, "It's always wrong, why do you see me, I still have to be beaten by you, it's so unfair!" Ling Feng turned around, obeying the order, and began to undress and change clothes.

"It's wrong! Change! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Wow!"

Ling Feng heard the sound of Qiao's shirt slipping off, and it was puberty Ling Feng suddenly felt jealous. The whole body is full of blood boiling, and the skin is smooth!

Ling Feng still couldn't help but glance at it secretly, "Teacher, your skin is so good, your figure is really wow, but Ling Feng still looked at it rationally a few times and then turned his head over, just in case his face turned white with great difficulty, and suddenly there were multiple slap marks on his face.

(To be continued.) )