Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

Master Zhao finally found his young apprentice. He was broken into pieces and lying in the grass, dying.

"Oh my, what a miserable life!" the young apprentice complained, "It broke into such pieces, it's hard to put it back together!"

The young disciple turned his head and felt around on the ground with his hands, but he couldn't find any other body parts. "Where did they go? Look for them again. What if one piece is missing?"

Master Zhao was an impatient man, so he immediately threw the parts to him.

The young apprentice fumbled with the parts while putting the body together.

"Master, you are finally here, otherwise I would be finished!"

Usually, with Master Zhao protecting him, those ghosts dare not attack him!

It's broken into pieces now, and who knows who's the evil-minded person who might attack him!

"If you weren't useless, would I have gone to so much trouble to protect you?"

Master Zhao was very angry. It was enough for him to escape on his own, but now there was someone holding him back, and both the master and his disciple were thrown away together.

"Master, I am incompetent!" The young disciple was about to cry but had no tears. He pointed out this fact ruthlessly, "But you are not his opponent either, let alone me!"

"If you can't speak, shut up!" Master Zhao grabbed the back of his apprentice's collar. "It's annoying enough already. If you say one more word, I'll rip your tongue out!"

The young apprentice covered his mouth in horror.

"Ah, I'm getting old... My lifelong reputation has been ruined in your hands..." Master Zhao sighed and ran away with the man.

The Shengde campus is very large, but the master and disciple can only return to their base camp - the cafeteria.

I thought I could escape the danger by returning to the cafeteria, but unexpectedly, there was a bush of thorns waiting there.

"Master, Master——"

When the young apprentice saw the thorns blocking his way, he was like a young wife seeing a bully, so frightened that he could not speak.

"Don't panic--" Master Zhao was very panicked when he saw the thorns, but he still had to save face in front of his apprentice.

This thorn was no longer as heartless as it used to be, and lay lazily at the entrance of the cafeteria.

When it saw the master and disciple approaching, it stood up straight, with the tip of its penis swaying a few times in a very realistic manner.

"Me?" Master Zhao asked suspiciously, and received an affirmative response from Jingzhi.

There is no such thing as a visit without a request; the cat wishes a happy new year to the mouse... Many words and phrases suddenly appeared in Master Zhao's mind, all of which had bad meanings.

Master, take your leave. I won’t say goodbye to you.

The young apprentice stared at his master with tearful eyes as he moved forward like a brave warrior, and felt that the master's back looked extremely tall at this moment.

He is worthy of being his master!

Even facing death with such calmness and bravery!

A strong man!

However, the thorns did not attack Master Zhao. Instead, they shook a few times, and a short ball of paper stretched out from the dense bushes.

"For me?" Master Zhao stretched out his hand tremblingly, carefully took the paper ball, and immediately retracted his hand, fearing to touch any part of the thorns.

Master Zhao took a few steps back and unfolded the paper ball.

The paper was crumpled up rather carelessly, and the words on it were a little blurry. Master Zhao tried hard to make them out.

After successful identification, his expression changed again.

The endless loop in my mind: Hey, bad guy!

The thorn did not leave, but waited for his reply there.

Master Zhao forced a smile and said, "Go back and tell him that I, Zhao, will definitely do it."

The thorn bush then twisted its body a few times in satisfaction and quickly disappeared in front of the master and disciple.

"Master, you are always the most proud!" The young apprentice knew nothing and came up happily to congratulate the master for escaping death. They, the master and apprentice, lived on for another day!

Master Zhao suddenly jumped up, slapped his apprentice, and hurriedly dragged him into the cafeteria, "Hurry up, there is still a lot to do, and time is running out!"

"Master, you tore my hand off, ahhhh!" the little apprentice yelled as he was dragged into the kitchen.

The principal who managed to hide in the office, along with several teachers, could not escape the fate of being surrounded by the thorny jungle.

Fortunately, it was polite and knocked on the door three times instead of rushing in and killing everyone.

The math teacher immediately crawled under the table, showing no trace of his usual wisdom. He almost cried out in pain, "This is getting tricky. When will it end?"

"Oh, it's over when you die!" The Chinese teacher said stubbornly, his whole body limp in the shadow of the corner, "——I think it will be over soon!"

"But we've already died once, we really can't die again—" The English teacher has already jumped onto the ceiling.

The physical education teacher hid in the drawer as usual, closing his eyes and muttering, "You can't see me, you can't see me..."

Unfortunately, the thorny jungle was not so reasonable and continued to knock on the door relentlessly, each knock becoming more and more rapid.

This is really urgent!

The math teacher was afraid that it would rush in, so he quickly called the principal, "Principal, this is such a big deal, you have to come out!"

The principal glared at him unhappily. What was the difference between this and sending his soul to pieces?

The principal was determined not to go.

His eyes expressed one message: If we are going to die, we should die together!

The math teacher wanted to spit at him, he was so angry!

The thorn bush's patience was clearly limited; after knocking on the door several times and it not opening, it had exhausted all its endurance.

The next second, the entire door shattered into pieces.

The manic thorn bushes swept through the entire office like a strong wind, leaving no corner inside and outside untouched.

Even the ghosts hiding in various inconspicuous places were dragged out by this blind thorn monster and whipped repeatedly.

"Help!"

“Fuck—”

"My dear mother!"

"A scholar can't be killed but cannot be humiliated!"

"Catch the leader first--"

The style of the painting in the beginning was quite normal, but the last sentence clearly expressed the thoughts and resentments of some teachers.

The principal glared at him, and the thorn monster whipped even harder.

Half an hour passed before the violent thorn bushes calmed down.

When all the ghosts and monsters felt that they were really going to be in trouble this time, the Thorn Monster suddenly came out of his violent state, took out a ball of paper from somewhere, and threw it in front of the ghosts and monsters.

It tapped the ground with its spikes and then pushed the paper ball in front of the principal.

Don't take my life!

The principal opened the paper ball and his eyes went dark.

The thorn monster was still waiting for a reply. The principal was thinking over and over again. He smiled and rubbed his hands, "What's the big deal? The teachers and I are happy to do this. Tell him not to worry!"

The thorn monster was very satisfied and left.

The principal sat down on the ground, no longer caring about his image.

The math teacher quickly crawled over, picked up the note and started reading it, shouting, "No way, no way!"

"What's going on?" The physical education teacher came over to find out what was going on, but the math teacher slapped the guy away and said, "Get out of here!"

Physical education teacher: Although I have no dignity, I hate it!