"Little zombie, you're crazy, can you write these words?" Qibao is a little depressed, how difficult it is to write, but he is still in a hurry to do it, it is really a problem with his brain.

The little zombie looked at Yuanbao, and Yuanbao translated: "He said he wouldn't, but he wanted to try!" ”

When Qibao heard this, he covered his little head in a broken heart: "It's really crazy! ”

"Okay, okay, if you want to write, just do whatever you want!" Xiao Tuanzi waved his hand.

The teacher is afraid that the little zombie won't write it, so he won't be able to find the fault of the three of them.

"Tomorrow all three of you have to hand in your homework, or you will all be punished!"

Xiao Tuanzi didn't make a sound, pouting unhappily, she didn't want to be punished, it's a big deal, if she doesn't come tomorrow, who will she punish? Punish loneliness.

However, Xiao Tuanzi's wish was frustrated.

The daughter finally wanted to go to school, and the old father Mu Zhenting was naturally happy, so he called the little group early in the morning.

Xiao Tuanzi didn't sleep enough, and was woken up by his father, and cried aggrievedly.

Mu Zhenting didn't coax him for a long time, and finally Mu Zhenting said, "Qibao, didn't you raise a baby?" If you let your two babies see you crying, what do you let your two babies think? ”

When Qibao heard this, she immediately stopped crying, yes, she is a parent, she must have the appearance of a parent, and she can't let the two babies feel that she is immature and cry.

So Xiao Tuanzi looked at it nervously, and found that Yuan Bao and the little zombie didn't come, so he quickly wiped his tears and said stubbornly: "I didn't cry, I just dreamed, how can a real woman cry!" ”

Xiao Tuanzi's words amused Mu Zhenting, she is only four years old, do you know what a real woman is?

Little kids will babble.

Mu Zhenting hurriedly wiped his daughter's face, got dressed, and then pulled her downstairs.

At this time, the ingots and the little zombies were already at the table.

As soon as Yuan Bao saw Qibao, he asked, "Qibao, did you just hear the scalper barking?" That voice is ugly, do you have cattle at home? ”

Yuan Bao felt strange, the Qibao family was so rich, and they still raised cattle, which was really down-to-earth.

When Mu Zhenting heard Yuanbao's words, he laughed.

Shippo's face was very ugly, and he glared resentfully at the fact that he was the father of a scalper.

Qibao snorted coldly and said, "We don't have scalpers in our family, don't mention scalpers again, whoever dares to mention them again, I'll knock out his teeth!" ”

She didn't admit that she cried because she didn't want to go to school, she was a real woman, she wanted to save face, and she would never admit it, hum!

When Yuan Bao heard this, he suddenly didn't dare to speak, covered his mouth, and protected his few remaining teeth.

Came to school, the teacher began to check the homework, the homework of the first few classmates, the teacher was very satisfied, but when she saw the little zombie's homework.

Her eyes widened, her face full of surprise, and she said incoherently: "This...... This ......"

"What's wrong, teacher?" Xiao Tuanzi looked at the teacher curiously.

Then he reached out and took the little zombie's notebook, and was stunned at first glance.

The word for the little zombie is actually a traditional character, and it is ...... It is also written in a line book, especially a line book with a pen edge.

And it's about the same size as the teacher, and it's still written with a brush.

Qibao looked at the little zombie with a shocked face, it was really amazing.

Compared with the teacher's neat and dull words, the words of the little zombie simply killed the teacher's words in seconds.

No wonder the teacher looked surprised.

However, Qibao saw a poem about a little zombie below, and Xiao Tuanzi often read ancient medical books and various ancient books, so she could recognize the words of this poem, so she read it out.

"Shaped like chicken feet, shaped like a ghost crawling, Cangjie vomited blood, and the master hanged himself!" (This sentence is excerpted from "Sito", just borrowed, don't blame it!) ）

When the teacher heard this, his face turned cold and he asked, "What does this mean?" ”

"Oh, that means the man's words are ugly!" Xiao Tuanzi explained.

When the teacher heard this, his face became more and more ugly: "Whose words are ugly!" ”

Xiao Tuanzi spread out the homework book, pointed to the words of the little zombie and said: "This is naturally not to say that the words of the little zombie are ugly, it must be to say your words, teacher!" ”

When the teacher heard this, his anger soared, this damn stiffness, he actually said that her words were ugly, where were her words ugly, and her words didn't know how neat they were.

The teacher pressed his anger, but Xiao Tuanzi said again: "Teacher, it doesn't matter if your words are ugly, as the saying goes, live to be old, learn to be old, and your words will get better and better." ”

When the teacher listened, her blood pressure soared, her anger rose to the top of her head, her reason was on the verge of collapse, and she couldn't help it.