I'm not unlucky at all

Dozens of radishes, big and small, sat in rows, shaking their heads, babbling, and dropping their book bags, lively and festive.

Li Sanyi was temporarily pushed in by Song Xing to learn to read, but at first he couldn't let go, but Chen Xiaohu, who was next to him, pointed out to him with his nose and eyesight, and then Li Sanyi reluctantly shook his head with a group of people.

Less than half of the class time, Kong Sibo was considerate of Song Xun who had just recovered, and drove him to the tea room in the front yard to rest.

Song Xing picked up a stack of scrolls, shook his head and smiled, and bowed: "Then thank you Songting."

Kong Sibo waved his hand, not being polite to him, "When you are here, I not only have to keep an eye on these brats, but also take care of you with all my energy, hurry up and go."

Song Xing rubbed his nose, bid farewell to the carrot heads all over the room, and walked along the corridor to the front yard.

A few chicken cubs were raised in front of the tea room, and they were basking in the sun listlessly in the half-new shack.

Song Xing poured out a handful of millet from the soil bowl next to it and threw it out, and then a few chubby chicks walked lazily, bouncing over, pecking here, pecking there, playing with childlike.

030 sighed like a poem: "This system has been employed for many years, and I have read countless worlds. I have never seen such fat and strong dicks."

The corner of Song Xing's mouth twitched, feeling something was wrong in Chapter 030.

Before he could explain to the system that these chicks were actually fed by the group of little radish boys in the back room by a handful of rice every day, he heard a faint voice of a reluctant boy outside the private school, bringing With accusations and resentment.

"Brother, I don't want to stay here to learn Laoshizi's Three Character Classic! If you don't read it, don't read it!" Shen Yao grabbed the wall and didn't let go, looking at the inhuman man with red eyes, making a final struggle, Unable to give in, he said hoarsely, "I don't want to be with a group of children who are not yet weaned!"

Shen Wang frowned, crossed his arms and said, "If you don't let go of the wall, you won't want your left arm anymore."

Shen Yao flinched, still not to be outdone: "I, I won't!"

There was a humming of the saber at his waist, and although the expression on Shen Wang's face did not change much, his tone was still calm and unhurried, "Master wrote a letter this morning, and in the letter, I miss a lot of my junior brother, if my junior brother doesn't want to Staying in this Sifang Private School and going back to Wuya Mountain can also make Master feel at ease."

Shen Yao's face froze, and he loosened his grip on the wall, before breaking off a small half of the brick.

Shen Wang glanced at him, nodded and said, "Junior brother's skills are getting stronger."

Shen Yao wanted to laugh or not, and couldn't cry when he wanted to cry. He could reluctantly agree to his senior brother's re-indulgence and re-education in Sifang Town, but he couldn't accept the fact that he had to study and read with a group of little kids.

You know, this is not only related to his self-esteem as a teenager, but also related to his face as the young master of Wuya Mountain!

In the rivers and lakes, everyone who heard the name of Wuya Mountain had to retreat three points to show fear and awe. As the son of the owner of Wuya Mountain, he could have his head cut off, blood could flow, and he could not lose face!

At least, at least not in front of those unweaned brats!

Shen Wang can also explore Shen Yao's psychological activities to some extent, but even if he understands Shen Yao's inner thoughts, Shen Wang will not waver a bit.

Master Wu Yazi got a son when he was old, and he has always been pampered and indulged. As the first disciple of Wu Yashan, Shen Wang naturally assumed the role of strict father. He has never been soft on others, let alone this time.

I heard that this Mr. Song in Sifang Town was young, not even a few years older than Shen Yao.

Seeing that there was no room for change, Shen Yao stared at Shen Wang bitterly.

But Shen Yao forgot, Shen Wang did not know how much higher than him.

In Shen Wang's eyes, Shen Yao is nothing more than a grinning kitten.

Song Xing heard the quarrel outside the private school for a few times but couldn't hear it clearly. After he had a rest in the tea room and a pot of warm tea was brewed, he heard a knock on the door in a gentle and unhurried manner.

The porter's voice came in with a little hesitation: "Master Song, there are two Mr. Shen who are begging to see you, saying that they want to enroll in the Sifang Private School."

Outside the door, Shen Yao looked left and right, and finally stared at the chicken coop shed he didn't want to be in, and muttered in a low voice: "Is it reliable? Those who know think it's a private school, and those who don't know think it's in that village household's house." Well, but..." Swallowing, he took a peek at the fat little chicken, thinking, if this is eaten roasted, the tender meat will probably run out of oil!

Not far away, the lazily fat dicks huddled together and shuddered inexplicably: "...Jiujiujiu?"