Wu Zheng was pulled by Xiaohua, found a seat and sat down. The old scholar was still chattering about his truth. It seemed that the old man was happy like this and didn't care about others.
He is a professor who understands everything and takes care of himself.
The readers all listened very carefully and didn't even want to blink. The one who was right was Wu Zheng, who got sleepy as soon as he read a book. He dozed off while sitting on the chair. Occasionally he opened his eyes and still wiped them.
While wiping his hair, he glanced at the book again and fell asleep unconsciously. For Wu Zheng, the words on it seemed to have a hypnotic effect, which was much worse than Xiaohua's book of sages.
Xiaohua is not as sleepy as Wu Zheng, but he also doesn't study seriously. Just kidding, he has read through the Analects when he was eight years old, and now he is studying again, so naturally he has no interest. When he is bored, he starts
I looked at the classmates in this classroom.
Xiaohua despises most of the scholars and doesn't bother to take a look. What caused him to take a break was Luochen, who came to study with a long sword on his back. Sure enough, he was afraid of losing it. In fact, at first glance, Xiaohua still thought
He thought Luochen was studying hard, but when he looked over for the second time, he realized that he was still the typical Luochen dull, not changed at all. The reason why Xiaohua could tell was because this guy had taken all the books
It's the other way around.
Xiaohua was not the only student who was looking around like this, but there were also a few rich kids, who were also looking around like Xiaohua. The next moment, Xiaohua's eyes met with her, and there should have been some sparks, but in fact there was no such thing.
No. On the contrary, those rich kids smiled politely at Xiaohua, which made Xiaohua get goosebumps all over her body.
There is no so-called time limit for this class. At almost noon, Wu Zheng's stomach began to growl, and he woke up from his dream. The old scholar seemed to be hungry, and he didn't
Saying that class was over, he left quietly, leaving everyone staring.
Then, those scholars walked out of the door. When they passed by Wu Zheng's seat, they all looked arrogantly and dismissively as if they saw something dirty. Wu Zheng seemed to be despised again. Could it be that he was
What's wrong? Wu Zheng couldn't help but ask himself, isn't it just that there are harps on the collar and sleeves?
Xiaohua pulled Wu Zheng with a smile and woke up Luochen who was in a daze. Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly surrounded by a few rich kids. Xiaohua narrowed his eyes. This group of people was really good for nothing. They were not only bad at studying.
, their cultivation level is only comparable to the realm of metamorphosis, Wu Zheng can almost handle this group of them by himself.
Thinking of this, Xiaohua patted Wu Zheng on the shoulder again and said, "Leave it to you."
When Wu Zheng heard this, his face suddenly turned into a crying look. The injury just now had recovered, but it seemed that Xiaohua was preparing to hurt herself again.
"Don't worry, I believe in you." Xiaohua showed that evil smile and raised her eyebrows at Wu Zheng.
Wu Zheng's face became more and more ugly. He was trying to push himself into a pit of fire. Being pitted once a day could no longer satisfy Xiaohua's desire. If he pitted himself again, it would be the second time.
"Is it possible?" Wu Zheng was just halfway through his words when he suddenly saw Xiao Hua lifting his foot. Suddenly, the memory of being kicked away came to his mind. So Wu Zheng hurriedly changed his words: "Yes, I can." After that,
I'm worried that Xiaohua won't believe it, but
He nodded solemnly.
At that moment, Xiaohua smiled. Wu Zheng, a good guy, was not hopeless.
Wu Zheng let out a long sigh, pointed his fists at the group of rich kids, and shouted: "Come on."
When the group of rich kids heard this, they were all stunned. They all stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Those innocent little eyes seemed to say: "Who am I? Where am I?" Countless souls were tortured.
Go straight to their hearts.
After being silent for a long time, sweat began to flow from Wu Zheng's forehead. He always had a firm belief, that is, I don't understand the enemy. So Wu Zheng transformed into a real-life statue and posed motionless.
Luochen was carrying a sword and wearing the clothes of an academy student. It felt very incongruous. It seemed that this guy was born to wear black clothes, and other colors really didn't match him. At this moment, he said lightly: "I'll do it."
After saying that, he actually drew his sword and rushed forward.
Xiaohua was still smiling proudly, but when he suddenly saw Luochen's movements, he was frightened and hurriedly stopped him and said, "No need, Wu Zheng can do it."
Luochen's movements stopped, and he slowly returned to standing in a daze, which made Xiaohua breathe a sigh of relief. If Luochen took action, it would probably be another bloody storm. Beiliang City is a place where the king's law is respected, His Majesty the Emperor
I told you not to kill anyone.
At this moment, those rich kids were in a stalemate. What was going on? Why was the man in front of me so stunned? Finally, a short young man had the courage to say in the direction of Xiao Hua: "Idol, can you?
You can't take this thing away." As he said that, he carefully pointed at Wu Zheng with his finger, as if he was afraid of being bitten by a dog.
As soon as these words came out, the people around were busy saying: "Yes, idol, please put this thing away, it will be bad if it bites us."
At this moment, Wu Zheng was injured again, and his heart ached. What do you mean by biting you? What do you think of me? A rare breed of dog? Wu Zheng's heart was broken.
Xiaohua, on the other hand, felt a lot more relaxed when he heard the word "idol". At this time, he looked at the group of rich kids, and it seemed that they were not that miserable. Even now, they all looked extraordinary.
!
While Wu Zheng was still wandering in his mind, his head was suddenly knocked by Xiaohua's folding fan, and then his body was pulled away. Then, Xiaohua put on a warm smile and greeted him cheerfully. Wu Zheng pouted, feeling in his heart
I have never been so happy with myself.
The group of people were also overjoyed and surrounded Xiaohua. Wu Zheng was not far away and could clearly see that the group of people took out pens and papers from their sleeves, handed them to Xiaohua, and said: "Idol, give me
Let’s sign it.”
"Sign, sign them all." Xiao Hua couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. From then on, he completely hit Wu Zheng and Luo Chen on the head. Next, Xiao Hua had a friendly conversation that lasted for a stick of incense.
During the exchange, he even asked enthusiastically: "Do you want my self-portrait?"
Luochen looked at everything that happened in front of him coldly, and suddenly said: "I can also sign. I have been practicing for a long time."
After Wu Zheng heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and comforted him: "You can sign it for me in the future."
However, Luochen's next words hit Wu Zheng hard in the face, "I won't sign it for you." After saying that, Luochen returned to his daze.
Wu Zheng is so angry,
The flames almost burst out of his nostrils. But after all, he was surprised that Xiaohua was so popular. So he subconsciously muttered: "I didn't expect that someone would worship a scum like Xiaohua."
Unexpectedly, this sentence happened to be heard by Xiaohua's fans. They all looked at Wu Zheng with angry eyes, wishing to cut Wu Zheng into pieces with a thousand knives. Wu Zheng shuddered and thought, can you hear this?
The first one to attack was the little dwarf: "Our idol is not as useless as you. Our idol is extremely tall in our hearts." As he said this, he looked at Xiaohua with admiring eyes.
Xiaohua was very impressed by his words. Although she knew he was flattering and it was so obvious, why did she feel so comfortable? Xiaohua smiled and felt proud.
However, as soon as the little man said the next words, Xiaohua couldn't laugh anymore. "Our idol oppresses the people in Yurou Township. It is really a model of bad people and an example of evil people!"
As soon as these words came out, the group of people suddenly became excited. Some whistled, and some made cheering sounds. Only Xiaohua stood in the middle of the group, completely stupid. He could not laugh anymore.
If Xiao Hua doesn't smile, there will naturally be people laughing. For example, Wu Zheng is one of them. At this moment, he is smiling very brightly, like a sunflower facing the sun. It has been a long time since I have seen Xiao Hua be embarrassed. This is from the bottom of my heart.
So happy.
After a burst of cheers, the little man turned to Xiaohua and bowed down in earnest, saying, "Idol, we have many questions that we would like to ask."
Then, before Xiaohua could wave her hand to refuse, questions came to her face one by one.
"Idol, how can you be annoying?"
"Idol, how can I be scolded every day?"
"Idol, how can you scare a child into crying?"
…
So, questions came one after another like a torrent, hitting Xiao Hua's soul. How could he know these questions? Or should he know the answers to these questions?
"I don't know." Xiaohua shook his head desperately. At this moment, he really regretted that he shouldn't have stopped Luochen just now. Wouldn't it be easier to just chop these people into pieces?
However, the little man did not give Xiaohua a chance to explain: "Idol, please stop being humble. We all know that you have done all kinds of evil since you were a child."
Xiaohua was silent. He wanted to give all the people in front of him a good beating. So the next moment, he asked gently: "Have you never been beaten before?"
As soon as these words came out, the group of people were stunned for a moment, but the little man pondered for a while, shook his head and replied: "Indeed not."
"That's easy, let's start with you." Xiaohua's evil smile appeared on her face again.
When Wu Zheng saw it, he shuddered subconsciously. He already knew what was going to happen next. However, those rich kids didn't react yet. They had no such experience, let alone such conditioned reflexes.
So, after a stick of incense, Xiaohua took Wu Zheng and Luochen out of the door happily. In the classroom, only a crowd of people were left crying and howling in pain.
But it wasn't over yet. A little man stood up strongly and said, "The idol must be telling us that beating is the answer." After saying that, he was so moved that he cried: "The idol is so great!"