Rebirth system: I resurrected millions of sheep warriors

Teacher Yang Mi was drawing a climate map on the blackboard with chalk.

The map uses different colors of chalk to mark tropical climate, temperate climate, subtropical climate...

At this moment, the door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open.

The person who pushed the door used so much force that the door hit the wall hard and bounced back.

The chalk in Teacher Yang Mi's hand broke in fright.

A piece about two centimeters long fell to the ground.

Mei Zizi's hand that was supporting her little face slipped, and her head hit the desk heavily.

She uttered a low "ouch" and her face immediately turned red with embarrassment.

Yang Chaoyue was so scared that he quickly put the magazine into his desk.

The person who pushed the door was Xitian.

"report!"

Xitian stood at the door, full of energy and speaking loudly.

Teacher Yang Mi came to her senses, bent down to pick up the chalk on the ground, and said with a smile: "Xitian, have you finished your work?"

Xitian grinned and said, "Teacher, uncle and the others are handling it in the teaching department. Teacher Yang Guo asked me to go back to the classroom first!"

"Well, go sit down now. We are just beginning to discuss the key points of this class. You came at the perfect time." Teacher Yang Mi smiled and said to the audience, "Students, this class is all about the test points. You must remember them well."

"is teacher!"

There were a few scattered replies in the class.

Xitian came straight towards Xiyue.

He winked at Yue and said, "Brother Yue, did you miss me?"

Xiyue nodded.

Xitian took a look and found an empty space to the left of Yang Chaoyue, so he ran over.

His seat was originally on the right side beyond the sheep.

"Sister Zizi!"

Meizizi nodded.

"Sister Chaoyue, do you miss me?"

Yang Chaoyue curled his lips and quickly turned his head towards Meizizi.

Xitian was not angry and happily opened the textbook.

At this time, Teacher Yang Mi had also finished drawing the picture.

She picked up a small silver stick on the podium, knocked on the blackboard twice, and then said softly:

"Students, when the wind from the Pacific Ocean blows from this direction......"

Teaching Office.

The person Xitian called this time was not his father Xi Wudi.

But it was an uncle in the clan, Xile’s father—Xilaile.

Xitian rode his Wuyang motorcycle back, but when he arrived at Xizu Mountain, he was afraid to go up.

At this moment, Uncle Xilaile came out with a medicine box slung over his arm.

He saw Xitian.

The motorcycle parked next to He Xitian.

He walked over and asked, "Hey, Xitian, didn't you go to Yangcun No. 1 Middle School? Why are you back? And this motorcycle..."

Xitian smiled bitterly and said with an unnatural expression, "Uncle Xilaile, the class teacher asked me to come back and call the parents. This motorcycle belongs to Sister Zizi. Sister Zizi asked me to ride it first."

Xilaile placed the medicine box on the seat of the motorcycle, reached out and stroked the motorcycle without looking at Xitian.

"My goodness, did you make a mistake in school again?"

"Uncle, I dropped a caterpillar into Yang Chaoyue's neck. Unexpectedly, she had an allergic reaction and developed rashes all over her body. She was sick for several days."

"Yang Chaoyue? Is she the granddaughter of Yang Shujin?"

"Uncle, do you know her grandfather?"

Xilaile's mind is all on the motorcycle.

That’s right, which man doesn’t want to own a domineering motorcycle!

He said nonchalantly, "I have treated his grandfather before, but his illness was very strange and there was nothing I could do. But I don't know how his grandfather recovered in the end. Logically, he should have died of the illness."

"Is there any disease in this world that uncle can't cure?"

"My God, you are still young and don't understand. In this world, there is no doctor who can cure any disease! There are many diseases that, once contracted, will only lead to death. For example, AIDS, cholera, etc. However, I really want to ask, who is the great man who can cure his disease?"

Seeing that Xitian didn't respond, Xilaile asked a little embarrassedly: "Xiaotian, can uncle get on and ride for a while?"

"Uncle, this is not mine, this is Sister Zizi's."

Xitian explained the ownership again and then gave the key to Xilaile.

Xilaile stepped forward, inserted the key, started the car, and muttered, "That girl Zizi seems to be doing well now."

He shook his head again and said, "Alas, it's been many years. Back then, I was the one who delivered her myself. Come to think of it, she seems to be a few months older than Lele."