However, the dilemma of hair should only grow slowly, and sooner or later.

When Jiang Luoluo also noticed Jiang Eryan's bald head, and when he was considering whether to apply a little hair growth oil to him, Jiang Eryan finally grew his hair!

Before Bai Ruo could be happy for him, his eyes widened at the handful of small stubble on Jiang Ernan's head.

Everyone who said yes is a white-haired turtle?

Jiang Eryan, a traitor, actually secretly grew black hair!

Bai Ruo looked at the kind black hair, and couldn't help but show a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

She really wants blackhair......

Except for Bai Ruo, there is no turtle envy Jiang Eryan's black head hair.

Even Jiang Eryan himself felt a little sad because the color of his head hair was out of place with everyone.

Jiang Luoluo touched the top of Jiang Eryan's hair lovingly, and said softly: "Poor one, I have a black head at a young age." ”

Jiang Eryan was about to cry.

Jiang Luoluo had to invite Elder Yao to give Er's ugly hair.

Elder Yao pondered, "This symptom is rare, could it be the legendary melanosis?" ”

Elder Yao carefully examined Jiang Eryan from head to toe.

Except for the black head hair, this baby turtle has no other problems, and is even more robust than other baby turtles.

In the end, he just stroked his beard and said slowly to Jiang Luoluo: "Let's eat more wild small whitebait for Eryan, maybe there is a chance to come back in vain." ”

Jiang Eryan began to eat three small whitebait fish every day, trying to restore a healthy native white hair.

Jiang Luoluo and Jiang Eryan were more gentle when they spoke, "Eryan, it's okay, it's really not good, let's dye the hair, and promise to dye you a beautiful white hair, and you will definitely not see a trace of black!" ”

Bai Ruo couldn't help but sigh secretly: The turtle turtle is really obsessed with white hair.

Time passes.

By the time Bai Ruo's handful of white fur can pick up a simple little chirp, the little turtles have learned simple words and sentences and can communicate on a daily basis.

As a result, Jiang Shuo's elementary character learning class officially opened.

"It's not enough to be able to speak, there are some demons outside, they only love to be bigger than their fists, and they don't pay attention to cultural education at all, they are all illiterate demons who are biased. Our turtles are different, we have to develop in an all-round way......"

Grandma Zu Kame, who was listening outside the window, shook her head amusedly.

Jiang Shuo's high-sounding words, when I heard it, it was a scene that was memorized from the lesson plans of the elders in the past.

The clan has set up various cultural classes for the little turtles outside of cultivation, simply to enrich the turtle life and let them cultivate more hobbies.

The turtle's life is so long, if you don't have a hobby to pass the time, you will only have to sleep.

At the end of the sleep, only a lone turtle remained, which was strangely difficult.

Inside, a group of small turtles with small chirps sat in rows, holding their chins to listen to Jiang Shuo's lectures.

The necessary pens, ink, paper, and inkstones for writing were prepared for them early and placed in the corners of their respective tables.

Some of the little turtles can't wait to do it.

He hasn't figured out writing yet, but he's done it a long time ago by pressing paw prints.

The white and tender little chubby hand dipped a hand of black ink and pressed it onto the paper.

In a blink of an eye, the paper originally used to learn calligraphy was filled with horizontal and vertical handprints.

The little turtle next to him did the same, and began to spoil the paper.

The classroom suddenly became a mess.

Jiang Shuo could stop this, but he couldn't persuade that.

Ink and brushes flew together, and even the corners and cuffs of his robe were slap prints by the naughty little turtles.

Bai Ruo wisely picked a corner spot at the beginning.

At the beginning of the chaos in the class, she silently moved to the side, so as not to accidentally get involved in the ink war of the little turtles.

In the commotion, Bai Ruo calmly spread out the paper, held the pen with his chubby fist, and scratched it up on the paper decently.

As soon as she finished writing a crooked "one", a huge ink dot splashed on the very center of the "one".

The ink quickly smudged off the paper, forming an unsightly stain.

Bai Ruo took a deep breath and moved another foot to the side.

She slowly wrote down a "two".

"Click-"

An ink-stained piece of paper suddenly stuck to the back of her head.

Bai Ruo's face darkened, she reached out to remove the dirty paper, and turned her head to find out the culprit, but she didn't want her cheeks to be cold again.

She stretched out her hand and saw a hand full of black ink.

Bai Ruo was furious.

She rolled up her sleeves and plunged into the melee of the turtles.

The turtle turtle is not powerful, when she is the eighth king!

At the end of the chaos, Bai Ruo's chirped hair rope had been thrown somewhere, and the fine white hair was sticking to her cheeks, strands in the east and a pinch in the west.

The clothes on his body were crumpled into a ball of dried pickles, and dirty ink spots were everywhere.

Of course, compared to other little turtles, Bai Ruo is already the cleanest.

One of the reasons is that she was the last to join the fray.

The second reason is that she is well versed in the skills of melee, and from time to time she will cause trouble and move other turtles.

Regardless of whether they won or lost, the little turtles were all driven to the punishment station outside the door by the angry Jiang Shuo.

The little turnip heads stood in a row under the eaves, still not very honest.

You glare at me, I stick my tongue out at you, and the small movements keep coming.

Jiang Shuo had a headache and used a cleaning technique to restore the crooked objects in the house one by one.

Grandma Ancestral Turtle appeared beside him at some point, and said meaningfully: "You now know how much you used to give the elders a headache when you used to tease cats and dogs. ”

Jiang Shuo was stunned.

Among the little turtles born in the same batch as him, he can be said to be the most naughty one, and it is even more common to punish and copy books.

The elders of the clan blew their beards and glared at him when they saw him.

A word suddenly popped up in Jiang Shuo's mind: causal cycle.

The next second, the corners of his mouth curled.

He's such a cultural turtle, he can come up with such an apt word!

Grandma Zugui looked at him with a happy appearance, and there was a hint of smile lines in the corners of her eyes.

She likes Jiang Shuo's optimistic appearance that can never be sad for three seconds.

Outside the house, Bai Ruozheng was standing in penalty while emptying.

Why did she rush up in such an excitement just now?

It's so embarrassing to have a hot brain and be naïve enough to fight with a group of baby turtles.

The roots of Bai Ruo's ears were slightly red.

After Jiang Shuo cleaned up the house, he deliberately straightened his face and tried his best to look serious, before he came out to see this group of little turtles standing at the punishment station.

The little turtles met his gaze, either their eyes wandering or their heads down.

Jiang Shuo cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Do you all know it's wrong? ”

The little turtles replied vaguely: "Got it—"

Jiang Shuo stared at Bai Ruo, who was standing at the very edge, "What's wrong?" ”

Bai Ruo rubbed the roots of his red ears and whispered, "We shouldn't fight......"

"Wrong." Jiang Shuo denied.

Bai Ruo raised his head suspiciously.

Jiang Shuo continued: "You can fight, but you should fight in the actual combat class, not in the character practice class. ”

Bai Ruo was stunned.

Jiang Shuo was serious for a moment, reached out and rubbed Bai Ruo's head, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"I'm just going to see your little tricks......"

The roots of Bai Ruo's ears turned even redder.

Jiang Shuo squeezed his eyes at her, "Xiao Bairuo, you have a talent for fighting." ”

He touched his chin again, "If you think about it, it has two points of style that I had back then......"

Bai Ruo was silent.

As soon as Jiang Shuo's tail was cocked, he was slapped on the forehead by the ancestral turtle grandmother who came over.

"Don't blow it, who used to prank other turtles, but was beaten and cried, and came to me to cry......"

Jiang Shuo's face turned red.

"Grandma Ancestral Turtle, there are so many little turtles, can you save me some face."

One by one, the turtles shrugged their shoulders and snickered.

Bai Ruo curled the corners of her lips, revealing a neat row of small white teeth.

Chapter 8: Walnuts and Divination