Du Qingzheng walked forward subconsciously, but as soon as he turned around, Liu Shaobai reached out and grabbed the person back.
"Teacher, if you have anything to say..."
Bada.
Liu Shaobai repeated his old trick and stuffed another one.
A strange smell slid down his throat and into his stomach. Du Qingzheng held his throat and wanted to spit it out.
"vomit……"
I just retched and nothing came out.
Du Hongshuo looked at his brother who was suffering from the same disease.
After Liu Shaobai finished taking the medicine, he stopped chatting with Du Qingzheng and waved his hands as if chasing chickens. Du Qingzheng retched with tears and walked to his brother's side wiltingly.
"You too..." Du Qingzheng looked at Du Hongshuo with red eyes.
Du Hong patted him on the back and gave him an affirmative look.
Du Qingzheng, "You should have informed me in advance!"
Du Hongshao said, "Squeak."
Du Qingzheng, "..."
"Brother, be more open-minded. As the saying goes, if you die, you will have someone to support you." Du Hong said briefly.
Du Qingzheng wanted to punch him twice, but he couldn't eat anything, so he turned around and thought about it.
Makes sense!
The two brothers who were the first to suffer quickly reached a consensus. They watched the confused Mu Chentu walk in with a bright and dazzling smile on his face.
Mu Chentu was confused, and for some reason he felt that the laughter of these two brothers made him feel hairy all over.
Before Muchen Tu could figure out what the hell these two were doing, he followed in their footsteps.
The grimacing Muchen Tu clutched her stomach and walked to the two brothers of the Du family with an aggrieved expression.
The students who were still queuing up outside the room didn't know the fate they were about to face, but the teenagers in the room who had already suffered Liu Shaobai's murderous hands were holding a posture of saying that they would have to support them even if they died, and no one thought about it for the people outside.
Tell the news.
Since we are in the same class...
Then let’s suffer together!
It didn't take much time for Liu Shaobai to plug it in accurately, but when he encountered Han Jiang, it was rare that Liu Shaobai didn't do it simply and roughly.
"Be good, take it yourself." Liu Shaobai put the elixir in Han Jiang's hand.
At this moment, the other students present could really see what they had just been stuffed into.
It was a dark, elixir-like thing.
"Is this a pill? You told me earlier, I can just take it myself." Mu Chentu scratched his head and said.
Du Hong on the side narrowed his eyes and nudged Du Qingzheng with his elbow, "Does that thing look familiar?"
Du Qingzheng silently took out the small porcelain bottle that Liu Shaobai had given to him before, and told him the same clay balls.
"I'm telling you now that this is a pill, will you take it?" Du Qingzheng held the thing and cupped it towards Mu Chentu's mouth.
As soon as Mu Chentu smelled the smell of mud, he immediately frowned.
"Do you think I'm stupid? Can I eat mud dumplings?"
Du Qingzheng chuckled twice.
"But you've already eaten."
Mu Chentu, "What do you mean by that? Where did you get this mud dumpling?"
Du Qingzheng raised her chin in the direction of Liu Shaobai, "Given it to the instructor."
Muchen Tu, "..."
Well, if this is the thing, the instructor will beat them to death and they won’t eat it.
In fact, for other classes, when the instructor distributes elixirs to students, it is simply a matter of great joy.
But when it comes to Class 9, it becomes a horror...
Other people’s mentors are mentors, but their mentors… are fools…
Which elixir smells like mud?
Could this be the clay balls made by their instructor himself?
Before long, all the students in Class 9 were recruited.
