Chapter 37

Seeing such a pair of cannibal eyes like the arrival of evil spirits, the little fat man shrunk his neck a little bit. When he looked back, he saw that the little girl's face was expressionless. There was no fear at all.

I don't know why, for the first time, the little fat man felt that when the little girl was sitting quietly in the last row of the classroom, it seemed that she didn't belong to this world, and it was a little inconceivable.

He rubbed his eyes, turned his head angrily, looked up at Chiang's dark face at the bottom of the pot, and stopped talking.

The master gradually began to revel in the poetry, and was in a wonderful mood. The students at the bottom were quite at ease, and they followed the master's poems to recite.

It's just that the atmosphere is good for three minutes.

The lips of the tree outline a faint sneer, the heart silently counts down, five, four One!

"Bang!" The little fat man clapped at the table, which was so loud that all the students in the recitation were stunned and stopped.

Intoxicated in poetry, Jiang opened his eyes and looked at the fat child who dared to be unrestrained in his class.

"Pedals, pedals, pedals!" The little fat man rushed to the tree, grabbed a handful of air with his right hand and chewed it hard. His chin was raised high, and he looked up and said, "master is a fart..."

Everyone stared at the little fat man who was rude. They all felt that the little fat man was stupid? You said that the master was not present. It's OK for you to play with authority and shout. But now the master is sitting there, and you I repeat the irreverent words I said before, word for word!

A group of under-10-year-olds all look at the "warrior" fatso with their eyes full of admiration!

Before the master got angry, two gaping legs of the dog called "master Tao and master Tao" and got Zhou Tao back to his seat.

Mr. Jiang took a deep breath. For the sake of the little fat man's fat father paying for the repair of the micro thatched cottage, today the teacher held the breath Go?

"Bang!" The little fat man stood up again mechanically, and walked up to the tree bravely, "my master is a fart!"

"Poof..." All of a sudden, the children can't hold back any longer. "Hahaha" laughs loudly. How do you feel Zhou xiaopang's special joy today! Ha ha ha ha ha

No matter how dull the little fat man is, he finally feels something wrong with his body. It's a horrible feeling that the body is not controlled by itself.

Looking at Jiang Fu Zi's face painted with black paint, the little fat man took action three times

The little fat man who rushed to the front of the tree and scolded, his face was clearly twisted, his eyes were squeezed into a seam with a trace of fear, and there were shameful tears in the seam.

Who can stop all this? It's terrible. Why can't he control his words and behaviors and everything else?

Jiang can't bear it. He stands up from his position and starts beating the fat man on the butt when he mentions rattan ruler.

I want you to stand up for three times. I want you to insult the master. I'm so angry about this useless thing

A good class, and finally make the chicken fly dog jump, to the little fat man fainted and ended. And the rune paper, which was originally stuck on the little fat man's clothes, also fell to the ground with the end of the time limit, becoming two pieces of ordinary paper, which did not attract anyone's attention.

The arbor stooped to pick it up and knead it into a ball. In his heart, he had a plan: go home tonight and draw ten or eight pieces of it. It's necessary to be pitiful!