Chapter Nine Little Overlord Looking for Trouble II
The old master didn't know what he was going to do, but he nodded anyway.
"But it's okay to say hello out loud! Why not let her say hello? She can talk, right? Many of us have seen it."
"That's right……"
"I also saw it..."
"Quiet!" He knew that this little bully would never let her go so easily.
The old master reluctantly walked up to Zhiwei and pushed her. It was okay to sleep during teaching, but why was she still sleeping when she went to a private school? Is there something wrong with this child? Is it right to let her go to a private school?
Wrong!
In fact, Zhiwei was almost disturbed by the noise, and she raised her head helplessly, with a confused look on her face.
"Just get up." Master prepared to muddle through.
"Master, she hasn't said hello yet!" The little bully refused to let her go.
"She can't speak, she's sick."
"But she spoke clearly that day. Could it be that the master was trying to cover her up?"
"..." The situation was deadlocked, and the Master could not get off the stage.
Zhiwei was helpless. She didn't expect that the old master could not defeat this overlord.
"Bad guy." Zhiwei pointed at Xiao Zichen's small mouth and muttered accusations.
"What did you say!" Xiao Zichen stood up angrily.
Zhiwei pretended to be scared and shrank.
"Well... bullying... bad people..." Zhiwei choked and cried.
I wonder if her father would give up the idea of going to private school if she was bullied?
"You! How dare you cry!" After all, he was a child, so Xiao Zichen still felt panicked for a moment.
"That's enough!" Upon seeing this, the old master secretly restrained his joy. "Stop fooling around! Let's go to class!"
Xiao Zichen wanted to say something, but he didn't expect Zhiwei to look at him with red eyes. He felt a little guilty.
Damn it! What guilt do you have! It’s not like he hasn’t made people cry before! Damn it!
During class, the old master was holding a book and looking at it.
Xiao Zichen held up the book and buried his face in it, drawing angrily.
This is the 'You Zhiwei', ugly! She can only cry! This is her nose, this is her mouth, they are ugly, the uglier they are, the better.
Then he used the only 'knowledge' he had to write the words 'ugly' on it.
Ahem, that’s good if the meaning is conveyed.
Then he quietly took down the book and was about to throw it on Zhiwei's desk. He expected her to see a crying expression.
But……
The girl in front was holding a book and holding a brush in her hand. Her head was tilted on a small soft pillow, and the traces of saliva were unexpectedly obvious.
Damn it! Damn it! Master, I didn’t even sleep, so she fell asleep!
He used to be the most courageous person in class, and no one else would dare to sleep with him! But this girl actually fell asleep while he was working so hard on drawing!
hateful!
Xiao Zichen tilted his twisted little face, his teeth itching with anger.
He picked up the brush, stretched out his little hand, and painted directly on Zhiwei's back.
‘Ugly Eight’
Well! The writing is beautiful!
Just wait to cry!
Then he was in a better mood. He shaped the painting in his hand into a round ball and placed it on Zhiwei's desk. He raised his head and fell asleep peacefully.
Damn it, if I had known I would have brought a soft pillow.