The first section is Chinese.
The Chinese teacher is a middle-aged woman who likes to wear cheongsam. Her figure looks quite good, but her face is not pretty, but it is not ugly either. Her surname is Su, and everyone calls her Mother Su.
The things she is interested in are also far away from this era, such as opera, Chinese painting, and qigong in the 1980s. They are very miscellaneous. She likes old things and is a little out of step with the times.
Feng Wuli felt that she and Wang Xilou would definitely get along well.
Even if you pull out a hair on Wang Xilou's body, it can be traced back hundreds of years.
There was a class on composition, and classmate Jiang Nao’s composition - The Orange-Scented Boy was praised profusely by her.
The college entrance examination requires argumentative essays, but this Chinese language teacher likes this kind of literary and artistic things. She writes narratives, essays, etc., and she will praise them if they are good.
Jiang Nao was also asked to read aloud on the podium.
The little girl was reading her essay, and all the idiots in the class looked at him from time to time, as if they were having a cramp.
It's not like he smells like orange.
Feng Wuli pulled his collar and smelled it. The smell of Jiang Nao's shower gel yesterday was gone, leaving only the faint smell of laundry detergent.
The fat man teased: "What does it taste like?"
"Blue Moon."
"The young lady actually lost to laundry detergent."
"No one who tastes orange can get high marks for this kind of composition!"
Feng Wuli looked at himself and saw that he only had 38 points last night. He had never been very good at Chinese, but Su's mother deducted 22 points from him, which was too much!
He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window at the white clouds. The sky seemed to have been washed clean and was a mess of blue. On a distant sunny day, there were a few huge cumulus clouds like scenes in anime. The treetops were swaying left and right in the wind. The leaves were rolled higher into the air, and underneath there were physical education classes running on the playground. Time seemed to pass so slowly.
But he saw a familiar figure at the school gate.
Wearing a straw hat and a big kettle on his waist, the little monster in colorful clothes climbed up the retractable iron gate with difficulty, rolled on it, turned over, kept balance with his hands open, and landed steadily.
What is that little fox doing here?
"Feng Wuli, especially you, look at how you wrote your composition? I haven't heard what Jiang Nao wrote." Mother Su was very angry when she saw Feng Wuli looking outside absently.
I was suddenly cute.
The atmosphere group in the class started to boo.
Feng Wuli scratched his head.
"Jiang Nao, please lend Feng Wuli the composition you wrote before in a moment to help his classmates."
The eldest lady looked at the boy scratching his head by the window, smiled crookedly, and finished reading her poem "Orange Boy": "Okay."
After class, this girl actually sorted out her composition and came over to find Feng Wuli.
"Mother Su just said whatever she wanted, you don't have to listen."
Jiang Nao's expression was serious: "You did lose a lot of points in your essay. It's hard to get a high score in your essay, but it's easy to get a score of forty or fifty."
"Your handwriting is quite beautiful." Feng Wuli praised.
Feng Wuli's calligraphy is not ugly, but it feels like a primary school student's calligraphy. Jiang Nao's calligraphy can be posted for people to admire. The gold vertical silver hooks are elegant but elegant, making people feel like Yangzhou's thin horse is leading the expedition, published There are definitely people rushing to buy the copybook. No wonder Su’s mother often praises her handwriting.
"Yeah?"
She was very happy to be praised by the boy. She felt like she had taken a big sip of ice water in the summer, but she still said modestly: "It's not bad. In fact, your calligraphy is... well, I have practiced calligraphy."
"It's just a little small. You can write it bigger next time."
This guy really commented.
"Uh, oh, okay." She was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I told my family last night..."
Feng Wuli looked up at her. The little girl hesitated to speak. He motioned for the other party to continue speaking. Jiang Nao clenched and unclenched his hand on his chest and stood on tiptoes slightly: "I told them that I don't want to go abroad anymore. I want to stay in the country.”
"Really? Is there a university you want to go to?"
"Xiang University."
The school bell rang suddenly, and the world seemed to be on a busy tone. Feng Wuli met her eyes. It was a mess, like a ball of yarn messed up by a cat, with both hands on his chest helplessly.
"Remember to return the essay to me after you finish it!"
The eldest lady ran away.
This was probably her straightest shot, and the tacit balance she had always thought was about to be broken.
She was anxious.
It's my senior year in high school, so instead of playing the trumpet on the trumpet, I've switched to playing the cowhide drum to go out with the whole army?
Feng Wuli sighed and looked at the girl sitting upright at the front.
Girls should just take a shower, take milk tea, take a walk on the street with friends, blow the wind and chat. Why should you care about whether a boy likes you every day?
The second period is Sister Shang’s class.
Before class, she told everyone a short notice with a serious expression.
It seems that there is a very dangerous guy who has appeared in Junsha recently. He broke into houses and killed people and escaped here. He committed a crime with high IQ and injured many people. He probably knew that he would be caught sooner or later, so he has completely lost his humanity. A few days ago, another couple was murdered on Yanjiang Road. It has become a busy place, and now the police are mobilizing.
Sister Shang asked everyone to pay attention to safety and not go out at night if you have nothing to do.
"Be smart and stay away if you see someone you don't know approaching."
"Don't go where there are no people around."
"There are still day students, so don't go to evening study during this time. Just stay at home."
She looked at the few day readers to make sure that the little ones were listening to her, and Feng Wuli nodded towards her.
It couldn't have been caused by monsters. If monsters were so vicious, he would have known it for a long time.
School ended at noon, half of the class was gone, and the other half were sitting in their seats studying.
Feng Wuli is a day student, and usually doesn’t go back at noon. He goes to the canteen to finish his meal, then goes back to the classroom to study for a while, lie down on the table and take a nap, or find a cool public area below to play with the school cat, anyway. The idle school kid.
At half past twelve, there were almost no people walking around in the sun on campus.
After eating, he took out the cat food from the drawer, went down to the overhead floor to feed a few fat oranges, and leisurely followed the scent of the air to the small woods behind the gymnasium.
"Where did the little monster come from?"
"Give me your hat now!"
"Yo ho ho ho! Come and grab it. If you can get it, I'll give it back to you!"
"I'm really going to be angry!"
"I'm angry, I'm angry..."
There was a teasing sound, and Feng Wuli saw the little fox chasing a leopard-sized, lynx-like monster with four wings in a hurry. The monster was still holding on to her straw hat.
It can be seen that the little fox is very nervous about her straw hat.
Almost crying.
"Xiao, give her the hat back."
"Lord Feng Wuli!"
The little monster was frightened, and the hat he was holding on to his claws loosened and fell to the ground. The little fox ran over and picked it up and held it in his arms.
This little monster who lives in the school likes to play tricks on people. He even made some noise when he first entered school. Because of it, Feng Wuli didn't pay much attention to it after that. It basically stayed in this forest.
Look at the students coming and going.
Most monsters in the city are like this.
"Lord Feng Wuli, I'm extremely sorry. I didn't know this little fox was your friend?"
Xiao flew beside Feng Wuli, blowing a gust of wind with his four wings.
"Not friends...but we met today." Feng Wuli smiled and gave him the remaining cat food.
He is not picky about food either, and the cat food tastes delicious.
Feng Wuli looked at the pitiful little fox: "That little monster, what are you doing here?"
The little fox is a little afraid of Xiao, but in fact, in terms of spirits, they are all very weak junior monsters.
"I, I...can you take me to Wang Xilou?"
