My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 37 1.037 Please let go!

Seeing such a cannibalistic look as if a ghost was here, the little fat man shrank his neck a little, and when he looked back again, he saw that the little girl was expressionless, and there was no trace of horror.

I don't know why, for the first time, the little fat man felt that when the little girl sat quietly in the last row of the classroom, it seemed as if it did not belong to the world here.

He rubbed his eyes, turned back indignantly, looked up at the black face on the bottom of Jiang Fuzi's pot, and stopped talking.

The Master gradually began to indulge in the poems and was in a wonderful mood. The students were at ease, shaking his head and reading the poems of Professor Fuzi.

It's just that this harmonious atmosphere is better than three minutes.

A faint sneer traced on the lips of Qiaomu, the countdown counted silently, five or four ... one!

"Oh!" The fat man started shooting. This was so loud that all the friends in the same room during the recitation stopped talking.

Intoxicated in the poems, Master Jiang opened his eyes and looked at the fat child who dared to arrogantly in his classroom.

"Pedals, stomps!" The fat man rushed in front of arrogant menacingly, grabbed the air with his right hand, chewed hard, raised his chin, and stunned his face.

Everyone was staring at this chubby little fat man, and they all felt that this little fat man was stupid? You said that the Master was not present, and you might be arrogant and arrogant, but now the Master is sitting there, and you even ... repeat the words of disrespect you said before!

A group of young radish heads under the age of ten all looked at the "warrior" fat man with a gaze of admiration!

Before the master burst into anger, two dumb-eyed puppy legs hurriedly called "Master Tao", and brought Zhou Tao back to his seat.

Master Jiang took a deep breath and saw that the fat man's fat father paid for the repair of Weicaotang. Today, the master will give this breath to His Majesty ... Go?

"Oh!" The fat man mechanized again and stood up, and then he walked to the front of the tree with arrogant vigour, "The master counts a fart !!!"

"Hmm ..." Now, the children really couldn't hold it anymore. "Hahaha" laughed out loud, how do you feel Zhou Xiaofei's special joy today! Hahahahaha ...

No matter how slow the fat man was, he finally felt that something was wrong with his body. This feeling of being out of your control is really terrifying.

Looking at Master Jiang's face painted with a layer of black paint, the fat man shot up the case three times ...

The little fat man who rushed out in front of Qiao Mu, his face was clearly distorted, and the eyes squeezed into a slit contained a trace of fear, and the tears were shamefully overflowing in the slits.

Who can stop all this, so horrible, why his words and deeds are beyond his control?

Master Jiang could not bear it, Huo Di stood up from his position, raised the rattan feet and slammed on the fat man's ass.

Let you stand up for the third time, and make you brazenly insult the master. This unwieldy thing is really annoying to the old man ...

After a good class, the chickens jumped up and ended with the fat man's fainting. The rune paper that was originally stuck on the fat man's clothes also fell to the ground with the end of the time limit, and turned into two ordinary papers, which did not attract anyone's attention at all.

Qiaomu stooped and picked it up and crumpled it up. He had a plan in mind: Go home tonight and draw ten or eight of them.

(End of this chapter)