Zhang Shicai really got better, after drinking the bowl of water, the fever subsided at that time, and the wound healed very quickly. There was no further deterioration. Except for the loss of one eye, Zhang Shicai almost returned to the level of a normal person. I don't know if it's because of the strong mana of that bowl of water, or because Zhang Shicai's strong sense of survival.

Zhang Youping and his family began to worry about the cubs. They don't want the cub to have powerful spells, instead, they want the cub to be a normal person. Live an ordinary life. Meishan is awe-inspiring, but it's not always a good thing to be awe-inspiring. Prejudice in the world is terrible. Don't look at ordinary people who are afraid of Meishan Shui Shi. In fact, they also invisibly isolate those who make them fearful out of awe.

Meiziao Primary School is about to open, and Zhang Zhaohua is about to become a primary school student. But Zhang Youping and his wife are worried that carrying a schoolbag on their backs will not allow the cubs to go to school like ordinary people.

Zhang Zhaohua is also full of worries about Meiziao's campus life. He wasn't worried about being ostracized by other kids at school. Instead, I was worried that the teacher I met would be the same as the master in my dream, holding a ring ruler all day long, trying every way to knock out a crisp rhythm on the palm of my hand.

Zhang Zhaohua pulled five bubbles of urine along the way, chased butterflies ten times, turned around three times at the gate of Meiziao Primary School, and finally came to Gong Ziyuan, a first-grade teacher of primary school, by his mother's ears.

"What's your name?" Gong Ziyuan asked Zhang Zhaohua with a somewhat stiff smile.

Zhang Zhaohua pouted, but did not make a sound. Although this teacher is not as old as the old Taoist, he is too similar to the old Taoist, with a hypocritical smile on his face, which makes you mistakenly think that he is very amiable. When the board hit the palm of his hand, he knew how powerful he was.

Seeing the teacher's culture, Liu Qiaoye hurriedly replied for the cub, "It's called Zhang Hua." ”

"Can he speak?" asked Teacher Gong very unhappily. Such a big child has to do everything for his parents, and he must be pampered. This kind of child made Gong Ziyuan very disgusted.

"Yes, cub, what does the teacher ask you!" Liu Qiaoye pushed Zhang Zhaohua.

"My name is Zhang Hua. Zhang Zhaohua said very reluctantly.

Teacher Guo's eyes showed such a look, "What is your name? What is a flower?

"A flower is called a flower. Zhang Zhaohua said angrily.

Gong Ziyuan couldn't help but sneer, "You should be a nickname, right?

"The daimyo is also called Zhang, called Hua. Zhang Dechun's football days were all logged in to the household registration book. Zhang Zhaohua couldn't help but scold.

"Hey, don't swear. In the future, when studying in school, we must pay attention to it, and we must emphasize civilization. No foul language. Gong Ziyuan is colorful.

"Stinky boy, it's itchy skin, isn't it? Dare to scold in front of the teacher. See how I clean you up when I go back. Liu Qiaoye glared at the cub.

"Okay, your name has been registered in the household registration book, and it's not easy to change it, if you want to change it, you have to go to the police station. Otherwise, you can only call Zhang Huahua in the future. Gong Ziyuan may feel that accepting a student named Zhang Zhaohua will damage his image.

"Zhang is very good at calling flowers, and his cheap name is good to feed. Liu Qiaoye said indifferently.

Zhang Zhaohua had a bitter face, and there was no way to resist at all, so he could only silently admit his bad luck.

Since the introduction of family planning, there have been fewer and fewer children of appropriate age. In the past, one grade could have two classes, but now there are too many people in one class in one grade, and the number of people in two classes is a bit small. Ma Lisong, the principal of Meiziao Primary School, made a direct decision, and more than 60 little children were crowded into a class.

The classroom is not much bigger, and there are more than 60 children, and there are only stitches. Almost all the open space in the classroom is used.

Because Zhang Zhaohua didn't like Gong Ziyuan, he was directly arranged by Gong Ziyuan to the last row. This is quite like the meaning of Zhang called a flower. The teacher wanted to hit him in the palm of his hand, and he had to cross thousands of mountains and rivers.

Zhang Jiujin is one year older than Zhang Zhaohua, but he only came to school this year. was arranged by Gong Ziyuan to sit on a stool with Zhang Zhaohua.

"I don't sit on a stool with the flowers. My father and mother said that they should stay away from the flowers. Zhang Jiujin cried and shouted and refused to sit on a stool with Zhang Zhaohua.

Gong Ziyuan was a little puzzled, "Don't make trouble, the location is arranged by the teacher." If you don't obey, you will stand up and go to class later. ”

"My father and mother said, I can't get too close to Zhaohua, you just let me stand in class, and I have to stay away from Zhang Zhaohua. "Zhang Jiujin is also very stubborn.

Gong Ziyuan was a little annoyed, so he could only temporarily arrange another position for Zhang Jiujin. Although it was also the last row, Zhang Jiujin also sat in his new seat in a hurry, and after sitting down, he gave Zhang Zhaohua a contemptuous look.

Gong Ziyuan wanted to arrange for other children to go to a bench with Zhang, but who knew that the children in the class refused to share a bench with Zhang.

"There's a problem!" no matter how stupid Gong Ziyuan is, he understands that something is wrong. However, he couldn't figure out how a seven-year-old kid could be treated like this. It stands to reason that such a big ass shouldn't do anything evil.

"Can anyone tell me why no one wants to sit on a stool with Zhang Zhaohua?" Gong Ziyuan asked loudly.

"I know. Zhang Jiujin clicked his mouth and swallowed half a piece of paper-wrapped candy in his mouth.

"Zhang Jiujin, you are not allowed to eat in class in the future. Well, tell me why you all refuse to sit on a stool with Zhang Zhaohua. Gong Ziyuan glanced at Zhang Zhaohua, but found that Zhang Zhaohua was very calm, holding a pencil and writing and drawing on paper, as if he was alone in this classroom. It's really weird.

"Whoever gets too close to him will be unlucky. Zhang Jiujin told Zhang Zhaohua that when he was herding cattle before, the six children went to herd cattle together, but the other five children all drowned, and the only thing that Zhang Zhaohua survived said.

Although Gong Ziyuan was only transferred to Meiziao to teach the first grade this semester, he had naturally heard of such a big thing as Meiziao. Unexpectedly, this survivor was in his class.

"In this way, this matter has nothing to do with Zhang Zhaohua. Why do you want to put all the blame on him? In the future, Zhang Zhaohua will be your classmate, and you can't discriminate against him. Nor can they isolate him. Gong Ziyuan lamented that the feudal superstition in the countryside was still too serious. I didn't expect such a big child to become a victim of feudal superstition.

"Teacher, the flower can see the ghost. Everyone in the village knows that although the Golden Tiger and the others are dead, they are still pestering and calling flowers. If you don't believe it, you ask to call it flowers yourself. Zhang Jiujin laughed.

Gong Ziyuan was a little skeptical, as a people's teacher, how could he believe in such a strange and chaotic thing? Gong Ziyuan looked at Zhang Zhaohua, "Zhang Zhaohua classmate. ”

Zhang Zhaohua didn't expect someone to call her, so she didn't react immediately.

"Zhang's name is Hua. Gong Ziyuan continued to shout.

Zhang Jiujin stood up, walked up to Zhang Zhaohua and knocked heavily on his desk, "Zhaohua, the teacher called you!"

Zhang Zhaohua raised her head in surprise and looked at Gong Ziyuan strangely.

"Zhang is called Hua, Zhang Jiujin said that you can see Jinhu, Fugui and a few other friends, right? Can you still see it now?" Gong Ziyuan asked.

"I could see it before, but some time ago, I don't know where they went. Zhang Zhaohua suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the Golden Tiger for so long.