Fu An put Mi Feixue's textbook pen and ink on the seat arranged for him, and there were other young masters around him who were doing the same thing.

Their eyes intertwined with each other, with different thoughts.

Being watched by several pairs of malicious eyes, Fu'an's hands and feet became more and more swift, and after everything was ready, he walked towards Mi Feixue.

On the way, he was hit on the shoulder by a sturdy scholar who deliberately approached, and Fu'an, who looked ordinary, was actually a reserve of Si Yefu, and his daily physical training never fell, and he shook his body when he was hit by a scholar who was a head taller than himself, and looked up and met the other party's surprised eyes.

After the latter found that he was not easy to mess with, he snorted and distanced himself from him.

The other scholars who were secretly observing around also had other plans in their hearts.

"Little boy, the desk is ready, you can go and sit." Fu'an said to Mi Feixue.

Mi Feixue walked over to the table he had cleaned up and sat down.

Fu'an stood in the corner belonging to the scholar, rubbed his shoulder, and thought that the one who hit the person was definitely not the real scholar, maybe he deliberately changed the martial artist to find trouble.

The little boy was troubled by the young masters, and he, who was a scholar, was troubled by the young masters' scholars.

The elder explained that it was true, this is the first time that Si Yefu has sent people to the mansion to study, and the little boy represents the head of Si Yefu, and those who don't deal with Si Yefu will definitely not make a fuss about it.

The class bell rings.

Children under the age of 10 are usually seated in their seats.

The two young masters who were with Wen Qingpo before hurriedly pushed the door and ran in, and after coming in, they looked left and right and found Mi Feixue, and glared at her a few times with resentment and fear.

It wasn't until the master in charge of teaching came out of it and made a roll call first.

"Wen Qingpo and Liu Changyuan are absent." The master wrote it down selflessly with a cold face.

"Master, they were injured by the little monster, not on purpose."

The two children raised their hands and shouted.

The master said: "Qiao Huai's words are insulting to Sven, and he will be punished." ”

The ruler points to the side of the podium.

The boy named Qiao Huai was furious, and under the cold snort of the master, he was forced by the majesty of the other party, and obediently walked to the front and raised the book and put it on the top of his head. Standing there, he was still staring at Mi Feixue, taking everything out of his anger on her.

The Master said, "Now read the book." ”

The children below opened the textbook as he instructed them to read from the first page.

Lang Lang's children's voice is crisp and neat.

After reading the verse, the master was satisfied: "Very good. ”

"Master, he didn't read it!" Qiao Huai pointed at Mi Feixue and complained again, "I saw that he didn't open his mouth at all." ”

The master frowned, and found that the children in the hall began to whisper, and only after stopping them from being quiet did he say, "The new student has a mouth disease and cannot read aloud, but it does not affect his reading and learning words, so you must not take advantage of this in the future." ”

"Hahaha, little mute, it turned out to be a little dumb...... Not? Qiao Huai, who was laughing loudly, suddenly couldn't speak, and saliva kept flowing down from his mouth that couldn't be closed. The child's expression immediately panicked, and he put his hand into his mouth and kept groping, "Huh? Woooooooooooooooo ”

The book on his head fell to the ground, Qiao Huai's arrogant expression shattered into horror, and he was so frightened that he asked his master for help with tears on his face in a moment.

The master was also stunned by this strange scene.

The children below were in a panic, the younger ones were scared and cried, the older ones stayed away, and some called for the book boy to protect themselves.

In the chaos, only Mi Feixue sat quietly at the desk, her eyes turned from Qiao Huai to the ground next to her, attracted by what was in front of her.

These creatures have jet-black skin, weasel-like but tailless, round and flat heads, and more slender forelimbs, only the height of an adult's fingers.

They didn't know where to come from, and in the confusion they crawled to the edge of the inkstone on a desk, their forelimbs pulling at the edge of the inkstone, and their heads were buried in the ink in the inkstone, and the ripples of the ink slowly decreased.

One grabbed the brush that had fallen on the floor, opened a mouth on his flat black face, bit the tip of the pen and stuffed it little by little.

Another one was lying on an open textbook, licking up a word of the textbook, and when it looked up, Mi Feixue saw that the words on the paper were missing.

She reached out and pinched the little black thing.

The little black thing that had just licked it vaguely felt the black cloud covering the top, and he looked up in confusion and was caught.

Ji!!?

The same kind of people who did their own work looked at this side together, and the next second they secretly drank the ink and jumped into the inkstone inkwell, and the grunt that was halfway through the pen couldn't be pulled out, and they couldn't swallow it when they swallowed it, and their eyes exploded when they were stuck in their throats.

"Quiet!" At this time, the master's reprimand restrained the young students, and he ordered the scholars to come and help tidy up the scene.

"Woo, Daddy's pen for me is broken."

The boy in blue, who was scared and crying before, almost cried again with a half-cut brush.

His scholar hurriedly reassured: "Little master, don't worry, the slave will find you the rest, and you can repair it." ”

But even if he went to the ground and searched around, he couldn't find the remaining half of the brush, the school was so big, and the other places were cleaned up by other scholars, but the half of the brush was nowhere to be found.

The boy in blue asked him if he had found it.

The scholar has a word of suffering.

The boy in blue was about to get angry, when he suddenly saw Mi Feixue on the table next to him.

The dull gray eyes stared directly at his hand, and the boy in blue hiccuped in fright, and the pen fell to the ground twice as soon as he loosened his hand.

Grunt, grunt.

The little black thing that bit the tip of the pen quickly swallowed it, ate the remaining half of the brush, and then jumped into the mat and disappeared.

After Qiao Huai was carried away by the scholar at home, the class was restored under the auspices of the master, and there was no accident in the class.

Carriage Garden.

Three sneaky figures approached the BMW carved car that was becoming more and more gorgeous under the sun.

"This is the rumored car that eats people, it doesn't look scary at all, on the contrary, it ......"

"My lord said yes, do it quickly."

When the three of them came to the night to listen to the snowmobile, a man dressed as a small man in front of them, but with a fierce look, took out a long dagger from his sleeve.

The other two also drew their weapons.

Just as they were about to make a move, a female voice came from the car that sounded in their ears and was as seductive as the song of the Nine Heavens Fairy.

"It's sunny outside, why don't guests get in the car to take a break, and drink tea with me and listen to the sound of snow."

The three of them looked obsessed, and one followed the other into the car.

In the distance, the person who peeked at this scene looked puzzled, and waited in place for half a quarter of an hour, but no one came out of the carriage, and he remembered the rumor that the carriage was eating people.

Maybe...... It's not a rumor.

The sky was blue, but the peeker shuddered, and quickly ran away from here with a blue face.

Five o'clock in the afternoon is the end of school for the first time, and there is another bustle outside the school.

Fu'an carried his bag and followed Mi Feixue out of the house, and he didn't need to look for it to see the snow car at night.

The car was really eye-catching, and the surrounding area was consciously moved away from a vacant space.

The undriven listening snow horse took the initiative to walk in front of Mi Feixue and stop.

Fu'an was about to help Mi Feixue, but Mi Feixue dodged him, and the child jumped up and entered the carriage by himself.

Fu'an consciously sat in the driver's seat outside.

The carriage moved.

Inside the car.

The puppeteer who faced Mi Feixue alone smiled.

Mi Feixue looked below the small table.

The puppeteer's smile stiffened, had it tried so hard to hide it or had it been discovered?

Underneath the small table is a carpet with three inconspicuous protrusions.

The puppeteer didn't dare to leave anything to chance, so he moved the small table away and lifted the carpet, revealing the three heads below that were only eyes out.

"These are the three villains who came uninvited today."

The three heads with only half of their faces were filled with terror, but unfortunately the mouth under the nose was so swamped that they couldn't even call for help.

The puppeteer said, "I hid them for fear of staining the eyes of my little master." ”

It peeked at Mi Feixue anxiously, for fear that the other party would be unhappy, and the duck that was about to reach its beak would fly.

Fortunately, after Mi Feixue heard the 'uninvited villain', her small eyebrows furrowed, and she nodded to the puppeteer and looked away.

The puppeteers were so happy that they didn't even cover the carpet.

As the sky darkened, it looked at three pairs of frightened and desperate human eyes with great interest, and happily sang the tune of a terrifying nursery rhyme, "It's almost night, it's almost night~ It's time to eat, it's time to eat." ”