Zhao Meng carefully avoided the needles scattered on the ground and walked towards the school.

These needles on the ground are not a joke, and once they step on them, they are likely to cause him to fail this simulation

Just as Zhao Meng walked inside, a dark-skinned little girl blocked his way.

said that she was a little girl, but in Zhao Meng's eyes, this girl's physique in this elementary school can be regarded as a big one.

Looking at the guy who was blocking in front of him like a wall, Zhao Meng said helplessly:

"Miss Scott, what's the matter?"

"Yo! We're going to have a Pride Month event, and you have to attend. ”

"Pride Month!" Looking at the children waving colorful flags in front of him, Zhao Meng sighed silently in his heart,

"This is an elementary school, they put their hands into the elementary school, is it true that no one cares?"

Zhao Meng knew very well in his heart what this so-called Pride Moon meant, and he was very resistant to it.

But looking at the little girl in front of him who looked like an iron tower, Zhao Meng knew better that once he refused, the other party would use his way to persuade him to join.

It is well known that girls tend to grow faster than boys in primary school.

"Good~! I promise! ”

Seeing that Zhao Meng agreed, the black girl gave him a strip of colored cloth and continued to persuade the other children.

Zhao Meng continued to walk towards the campus, even though there was a burst of children's cries behind him, he didn't look back,

Soon he entered his class, and there were not many students in his class, and at a glance, there were only more than twenty students.

And there are all kinds of colors in these students.

Zhao Meng found his place and sat down, and soon the bell rang, and a middle-aged woman who was a little fat walked in and began to teach the class.

The so-called course is too simple in Zhao Meng's opinion.

Zhao Meng had a feeling of being in kindergarten in a trance, facing this kind of course, it was a little torture for him, and he could only wander out of the world, thinking about what happened in the real world.

"I don't know what happened to Qing Xuan?"

"Although he is full of confidence, I don't know how long he can hold out."

In the face of Zhao Meng's fugue, the teacher didn't care even if he saw it, until the bell rang for the end of class, and the voice of his classmate sounded beside him:

"What did the teacher call you?"

……

In the recess lounge, the blessed teacher looked at the little boy in front of him and asked with a smile:

"Do you feel that you are different from other students?"

"Huh?"

The teacher's words made Zhao Meng a little strange, but the teacher's words made Zhao Meng a little confused:

"Perhaps, you have a different perception of your gender?"

"What?"

He didn't expect such a seemingly kind-hearted teacher to make such terrible remarks.

"When did a teacher have such a responsibility?"

Zhao Meng didn't understand very much, and at this time, the teacher looked at Zhao Meng's confused appearance and continued to pour something into him.

It's a pity that Zhao Meng is not a real child,

Such remarks may be useful for ordinary children, but for him, it is undoubtedly in vain, although he is disgusted in his heart, Zhao Meng does not dare to express it.

You can only passively accept the teacher's recitation.

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation outside the window, followed by several gunshots that interrupted the conversation between the two.

The teacher was obviously used to this kind of thing, and hurriedly hid under the table, and only Zhao Meng was still standing there.

(End of chapter)