"I found you, little~! Stealing~! Thieves~!"

The last three words are slow, each word is filled with a secret joy.

Chen Feng didn't even have time to think about who made this sound.

I can't understand why the other party called him a little thief?

What did I steal? I can get some of my poems for free?

The whole scene has undergone a drastic change.

The mourning hall is no longer arranged in front of me.

It's a school.

Tables, chairs, benches, paper, ink, pens, inks, whip, ruler...

The books on the lesson plan table were stacked indiscriminately, forming a small hill.

Behind the hill of books, it seems that someone is writing quickly and muttering words.

Listening to the sound, with helplessness in anxiety, his divine tone was on the verge of an explosion.

Xiao Sang and herself are in school as students.

On the desk in front of me, there were several copybooks.

Xiao Sang ignored the strange happenings and looked completely calm when he came.

“Funny, look.”

As always, Xiaosang was not interested in anything and was curious about everything.

Xiaosang doesn't think he is handsome enough.

In fact, in a sense, he is still a blank piece of paper.

There is no memory of the Fusang Divine Tree before, and no experience of life in this life afterward.

In the battle between Sangshu Village, Leng Ao Liuli was banned from the sword and had to compromise and "sell" the Chen family courtyard.

His sorrow, his boredom, his daze, and his empty thoughts are all because he cannot find the goal of life.

To be honest, this child has no pursuit of life and does not know what his ideal is.

he.

Very confused.

Xiaosang is in a stage that many people will go through. He just needs to pass by, watch while walking, hoping that one day he will be able to enlighten the truth.

so.

Everything in front of you.

For him.

Fresh, exciting, never experienced, have a look, etc.

One sentence is interesting enough to summarize.

Just take a look, Chen Feng will take a look with his children to have rich experience.

Anyway, Xiao Sang is not afraid, so what is there to be afraid of?

"Submit homework and ask you to hand in homework. Have you listened? Ah, have you done it?"

Han Bai's voice sounded from behind the mountain of books.

A purple-green and swelling face with corpse spots, drooping its long tongue, looked over with its head.

His eyes were filled with bloodshots formed by staying up late.

The hair is messy, and it is almost like a chicken coop.

Even if he looks like a hanged ghost, his face is filled with a slight resentment.

Chen Feng saw the shadows of many teachers in his previous life from Han Bai's face.

Fierce anger, disappointment that was so angry that he wanted to eat people, but could only use deep breaths to mediate emotional depression.

Handing in homework? Chen Feng's skin trembled slightly, and the shadow of his childhood came to his heart.

This feeling? Chen Feng was secretly shocked, guessing that the person in the dark wanted to arouse deep fear in people's hearts and kill people to kill them.

But that's it? You're too underestimating me. I've experienced the college entrance examination experience of millions of students from the Tuji Country breaking through a single-plank bridge, which is a hell mode.

Chen Feng remained silent, called the soul song, cleared the heart, covered his eyes, and hid the sky and the sea... He opened his active and passive skills for a long time.

Since Xiao Sang wants to see it, let’s study with the prince today.

Xiao Sang's face was calm, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and signaled, "I forgot to bring it."

"Forgot to bring it, or did not do it at all?"

Han Bai was furious and clenched his forehead, tearing and pulling off half of his face.

He angrily patted the lesson plan, and his empty and unsightly eyes turned to Chen Feng, "What about you, what about you, have you done your homework?"

"You may not believe it." Chen Feng touched the tip of his nose with a little embarrassed, and a hint of shyness appeared on his face. "I have done my homework a long time ago. I put it in my coat to hand it in today. My family was doing laundry and thought I was no longer wearing it. Then the homework was soaked in water. She wanted to dry the homework, but it was burnt."

Chen Feng spread his hands, looking helpless as I was also very helpless.

"I'm angry, I'm angry." Han Bai was so anxious that he scratched his lungs, stretched his neck, and grabbed blood grooves.

The blood trough was bloodless, and the meat strips that were rumbling quickly rotting, and there were a pool of meat jelly on the ground.

"Those who don't hand in their homework will die, all will die, all will die."

Han Bai felt frustrated and endured it, and finally broke out.

He screamed and rushed over with his teeth and claws.

"Born." Xiao Sang stole the chin, raised one hand, and a green vine flew in the air, directly grinding Han Bai into meat paste.

Chen Feng felt something differently.

A hole was cracked without warning on his wrist.

This shows that there was an unknown attack, but in which way, attacked Chen Feng.

The "differences and devils" in the bamboo basket wrist 10/10 became 9/10.

Chen Feng inexplicably suffered a "serious move" that he could not know.

What method, when, what is the principle, and who is it... Chen Feng's mind turned sharply... If the other party is the culprit who caused the daydream to die, then the way to deal with himself is different from the cause of death of those people seen in the Yin and Yang Book.

The person in the dark doesn't want to let himself die of beauty and wants to kill him?

With Han Bai's death.

The drama of the school urging the homework to hand over is broken, and the school is replaced by it.

But this time, it was replaced by an exam.

The invigilator is still Han Bai.

He was a hanged ghost, his face was blue and purple, his long tongue drooped, and he felt that it was in trouble, so he pulled his long tongue over his shoulder and covered it with it.

The long tongue, red and white, drooped on the shoulders, was like burnt ham sausage.

Another Han Bai, he is him, not him... The Han Bai in Chen Feng's eyes is different from Han Bai who was crushed into minced meat by Xiaosang in front.

Although the two look exactly the same, the former is a corpse that is "resurrected from the dead" and the latter is an energy body, to be precise, Han Bai's resentful soul.

He didn't seem to know that he was dead, and was following a certain obsession in his heart - the obsession of being a role model, and acted according to his instinct during his lifetime.

Test papers are in hand.

Han Bai held a ruler in his hand, looked straight and sat upright with a straight face.

"A stick of incense is not allowed to whisper, not to carry cheats, not to look around, not to make noise..." Han Bai had a blue face and was erect and promulgated dozens of examination disciplines in one go.

Since you are "studying with the prince", then accompany me thoroughly. Chen Feng will pick up his pen and prepare to answer.

Looking at the test paper questions, my mouth twitched.

Question 1: Why is the sky blue?

Question 2: Argument why one plus one is equal to two.

Topic 3: Make an article with the title "My dream is...", with no limit on the subject and no less than 800 words.

As expected, the ancient and modern exam papers are generally black, and the argumentation questions, proof questions, and compositions are not lost.

Why is the sky blue?

Am I going to explain to you what refraction, reflection, and wavelength short waves are?

Proof 1+1=2?

Goldbach conjecture to understand the world's big problems, why are you going to have to mess with me? I want to know why 1+1 = 2. How could I still be a poor student in my previous life?

My dream is...
To be continued...