Zhang Feng failed to restore his reputation in the end, and through a series of words, his "image" became darker and darker...

His image is like that of a child who has eaten too much chocolate since he was born. He cannot be any darker.

Zhang Feng was extremely speechless about this.

Is there a problem with him having a little hobby? No problem at all!

The two had a brief exchange of words, and after the bell rang, they separated and returned to their classrooms.

The second class has begun!

The "cute" children also returned to the classroom one after another.

However, they went out this time and brought back some small gifts for Teacher Zhang Feng.

I saw that the children sitting obediently had undergone hundreds of millions of changes.

For example, some children have blood-red eyes growing on their arms. As the owner's gaze continues to move, the eyes on the arms also look left and right.

That guy Danzo Shimura would kowtow three times when he saw him, and asked how this kid could fuse the Sharingan in one arm so well and still be able to move it!

Some children lost their arms, had sharp horns growing on their heads, and wings made of human bones sprouted from their backs. Only their eyes were left on their facial features, and all their skin was peeled off.

What's more, all the limbs are broken, all facial features are missing, and he walks with a limp, just like Zhang Feng's far away friend - twisting and turning.

In short, these children are all different in their own ways, but the only thing they have in common is... they all have no mouths.

Fortunately, our teacher Zhang Feng does not dislike them.

This class seemed to be a painting class. Everyone took their own small drawing boards and used their talents to the fullest to draw everything they saw vividly.

Zhang Feng smiled and tried hard to tell himself that everything in front of him was an illusion. Then...he naturally took out the dagger that had been placed in the hole of the desk and hid it in his trouser pocket.

inside.

As mentioned in the rules, children's imaginations are always very rich. They occasionally draw abstract things. Please do not blame them or ask them to stop drawing.

In order to know what kind of scary paintings those children would draw so that he could prepare in advance, Zhang Feng walked slowly and firmly on the path vacated by the children.

At the same time, he scanned each painting one by one with his eyes.

Oh, this kid’s painting is very good!

A big dog wagging its tail and lying on top of a... parrot?

The child's painting was not finished yet. Zhang Feng only took one look at his painting and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Could it be that he wanted to draw a dog licking a parrot?

It can't be a cross-racial love... right...?

"..."

Zhang Feng sniffed. To be honest, after seeing the "love" story between dogs and parrots, his first reaction was reproductive isolation. His second reaction was that children nowadays know so much...

Although he could not accept such a deformed love, fortunately, this child with a head full of eyes did not draw anything scary.

Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction, and then walked to the next child's position.

The little girl in front of her is very strange. She has normal four senses and a delicate face like a doll. However, she has four extra arms on her back.

At this moment, she used her six hands to pick up colored pens of different colors and scribbled wildly on a piece of poor white paper.

After a while, a plate full of food appeared in front of Zhang Feng.

Glancing at the work on the paper, Zhang Feng felt like the little match girl in winter, frozen to death.

What a picture of hell that is!

On drawing paper!

All the green vegetables are drawn on one side of the plate. They are tightly intertwined, like seaweed pulled up on the beach. Without the embellishment of meat, they are so helpless.

A large amount of food that she didn't like to eat at first glance was accurately drawn on the edge of the plate. The arrangement was more elaborate than the Five Elements Bagua, for fear that they would be mixed into the plate and disrupt her understanding of the changes in the sky.

In this regard, Zhang Feng remained silent.

This... is not bad, quite normal, um...

Next!

Zhang Feng walked to the third child in a "relaxed and happy" mood.

This is a little girl with a face full of noses, and her left and right hands are weirdly twisted.

Despite this, she still did not give up painting.

She held the colored pen upside down with her uncontrollable arms and drew on the paper with great difficulty.

The content on the drawing paper is very abstract, with a huge pair of scissors drawn on it.

There was a gray little man lying underneath the scissors. The little man was holding his stomach, or rather... his hand was digging into his stomach.

Faced with such a strange scene, Zhang Feng just twitched the corner of his mouth.

Just when Zhang Feng was about to leave her side and go see what the next child drew...

His arm was held.

Zhang Feng frowned and quickly looked back. The person holding his arm was the child with the strange painting.

She seemed to want to say something, but because it had no mouth on its face, it could only make "wow" sounds and twist its body strangely.

Immediately afterwards, a gash was slowly opened on her face and mouth, and increasingly clear sounds were coming from her body.

Suddenly, Zhang Feng was shocked. He realized that this little brat wanted to talk to him!

The rules say that if a strange-looking child talks to you and asks you for help, please ignore it and run away immediately!

Calm down...things haven't progressed to the point of running away yet!

Well...she was talking to me, so I just ignored it and ran away quickly.

On the other hand, as long as she can't talk to me, there's no problem.

"Help..." The child held Zhang Feng's arm hard, and her neck began to twist irregularly.

Even though her pronunciation was not very clear, it was enough for Zhang Feng to understand what she meant.

She is...crying for help.

It is a pity that Zhang Feng himself has no chance to save himself when the Ni Bodhisattva crosses the river. He really has no time to care about their life and death.

So, with Zhang Feng's cold eyes, without showing any hesitation in his pupils, he quickly pulled out the knife and thrust the blade and handle into her throat, blocking the words that were pouring into her mouth.

In order to block what he had done, Zhang Feng pressed his palm against her torn open mouth, pinched her face with his fingers, lowered his head, and whispered to her.

"Shhh...the teacher knows what you want to say, it's all in his heart! Don't worry, your painting is so good that the teacher even cried when he saw it."

Zhang Feng didn't care what she thought. All in all, he used his skills to remove her jaw, making her unable to speak.

After pulling out the dagger as if nothing had happened, Zhang Feng naturally put it into his pocket.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Zhang Feng "didn't hear what was going on outside the window" and ignored it directly.

The rogue approach of "don't listen to the tortoise chanting sutras, and ignore the tortoise is you" has been used to the extreme.

In order to prevent these brats from disgusting him, Zhang Feng resolutely implemented silence measures on everyone who talked to him.

He didn't know if it would be useful, but he knew... something bad would definitely happen if he ran out of the classroom during class, so he might as well stay in the classroom and adapt to the situation.

Of course, Zhang Feng is not worried that he will violate the rules.

He also thought that if these children asked him for help just by opening their mouths, he would have violated the rules.

But...isn't there nothing wrong with him?

It's better to wait until after class to discuss everything.

In this way, amidst laughter and laughter, Zhang Feng spent the painting class with everyone.

At noon, he ushered the children into the restaurant who didn't know if they could still eat, and then... feared the crime and absconded.

In order to confirm his infection level, Zhang Feng ran to the parrot again.

This time, the parrot on his shoulder turned green.

green......

It seems that his previous guess about the infection value was correct.

After knowing that his thinking was okay, Zhang Feng was ready to implement his next plan.

However, this plan still requires a few mice to help him.

Zhao Yijin definitely can't do it. Wang Gen's words...he can't catch it.

Then we have to start with other people.

Zhang Feng smiled and strode back to the teaching building.

He must make good use of the rest time for the next hour and a half...
Chapter completed!