The next second, the little monster looking at the nonsense put his left hand on the drawing paper and silently moved to the left in front of Hao Xing.
Then, the little monster took out a piece of white chalk from the desk drawer and drew a long line in the middle of the desk.
After drawing the thirty-eighth line, the little monster silently lowered his head and replaced it with a book of idioms, and continued to read with his eyes, nose, nose, and heart.
After just sixty hours of absence, the little monster was already reading the junior high school textbook compiled by Yan Normal University.
This kid is really a pervert!
The third round ended in the blink of an eye, and the chatterbox was knocked out again.
"You drew the 38th line for me. You're too much. Hmph. Just draw. I won't go there. I'll ignore you."
The fiasco this time made the little chatterbox quite depressed. He angrily turned his back to the little monster and buried his head deeply in the harbor enclosed by his little arms, silently.
Rarely, there was silence in the classroom for more than a minute.
I also breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.
Half a minute later, Hao Xing, who was silent, slowly raised his little head and began to draw on the drawing paper again. While drawing, he kept talking to himself.
At this time, the little chatterbox seemed to have accepted his fate of defeat and completely gave up on the little monster.
After a while, Hao Xing sighed softly. In the next second, Hao Xing's eyes began to move again. He slowly approached the little monster, crossed the 38th parallel, and stretched his black ugly duckling neck to read the little monster's textbook.
"Yangyang, let me tell you my mother's story again. Just for the last time. I won't tell you again after I tell you."
"My mother cut all his wild men into pieces..."
"I was just watching from the bed and I vomited. Really, I even vomited. What do you think my mother did to that wild man's meat..."
"I was so scared at the time, my father wasn't even here..."
Hao Xing whispered tremblingly, his voice full of fear.
It's just that the little monster Zhang Yang still had a cool and cold face, his eyes didn't blink, his heart didn't beat, his breathing was steady, and he was completely unmoved.
Seeing the little monster scraping his bones and healing his wounds without realizing it, I couldn’t help but give the little monster a thumbs up!
Suddenly, my eyes froze and they immediately tightened.
not good!
It's going to happen!
I saw the little monster taking out thick books from the drawer one after another while reading, and stacking them one after another on the 38th line.
Um! ?
The little monster actually built a city for defense? !
what happened?
The little monster who built the city defense piled books one after another into a city wall more than a foot high, and placed a magically modified wall clock next to it in the middle as a city gate.
Then, the little monster's lips began to move and he read words.
"My father was not here at the time. No matter how I called my mother, my mother just ignored me..."
"She was holding the bowl and eating while smiling at me. She also said it was delicious and wanted to feed me..."
"Later, the Nine Guards came and they also vomited."
When the chatterbox ghost story came to this point, his voice became lower and softer, and two lines of clear tears flowed from his dry eyes.
At this time, the little monster changed from the towering mountain that he used to sit on like a bell. He slowly lowered his head inch by inch, isolating himself from the little chatterbox within the wall built of books.
The little chatterbox pursed his lips, his eyes showed infinite joy, and he stretched out his neck, which was longer than a swan, to peek at the little monster, but his voice was more painful than before: "My mother was sentenced to death. The injection was that kind of It won’t hurt after one injection.”
"My father took me to see my mother for the last time that day..."
"My mother is tied up in..."
In an instant, the voice of the little monster reciting words suddenly became several times louder, just like rolling thunder.
While reciting the words, the little monster kept taking out books and heightening the city wall in order to escape the invasion of the chatterbox!
Suddenly, the chatterbox stopped and looked ahead quietly, letting tears roll down his dark and dry face.
The little monster's voice of pronouncing words also stopped instantly!
At this moment, my nerves were tense!
coming!
The final battle is coming!
Is it a sword coming from the west or a flying fairy from heaven?
It seemed like half a century had passed. The chatterbox wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "My mother tied her up there, just like my mother tied up this wild man..."
Soaring!
The little monster stood up, clutched the book with both hands and shouted loudly: "ihaveonlyonelifetodedicatetoyotherland!"
"When the doctor gave her the injection, she tilted her head and looked at me. Until she ran out of energy, she still smiled at me..."
boom!
The little monster's face turned red, he raised his head and roared at the ceiling: "ihaveonlyonelifetodedicatetoyotherland!"
Amidst the roar of the little monster that shook the windows, the little chatterbox also completed the final kill.
"That smile was exactly the same as when she was eating meat from a bowl that day. I will never forget it in my life."
The little monster took a deep breath and was about to roar out the strongest sound wave, but suddenly turned his head and shouted at the little chatterbox: "Stop talking!"
Roaring in his mouth, the little monster grabbed the thick book and smashed it on the chatterbox's head.
"It's so annoying!"
The little monster hit the chatterbox again and sat back down.
The little chatterbox received this critical blow, but instinctively looked up at the little monster, and smiled miserably with tears in his eyes: "I don't have a mother anymore."
After saying this, the chatterbox fell back and hit the ground heavily with the chair, not knowing what was going on.
The entire classroom fell silent again. .
I stood blankly in the back corner, the sad and touching last words of the chatterbox still echoing in my ears, and a sadness surged into my heart.
The little chatterbox lay curled up on the ground motionless, as if dead.
The little monster was sitting where he was. Although he had regained the iceberg-like tranquility of the past, he could no longer pronounce any words in his mouth, and his hands holding the book were trembling.
Half a minute later, the little monster turned his head to look at the chatterbox on the ground, then turned away coldly.
After another ten seconds, the little monster tilted his head for the second time, stood up and squatted in front of the little chatterbox, poking the little chatterbox's chest and armpits with the book in disgust and disgust.
After five or six pokes in a row, the little monster increased the force and poked harder, and even turned the little chatterbox over and lay flat on the ground.
Follow the little monster and kneel in front of the little chatterbox, tilt your head to listen to the little monster's heartbeat, and put your fingers in front of the nostrils of the little chatterbox.
Suddenly, the little monster stood frozen on the spot as if he had been electrocuted. He grabbed the chatterbox's collar with both hands and started shouting.
