first marriage in the world

For children, school must be their nightmare. No child wants to stay in school every day, facing the same teachers, heavy textbooks and endless homework.

Ding Qiao is like this now, but the whole school is much more exaggerated than he imagined. His school is not far from the playground and dormitory building, but this school is basically half the area of ​​a mountain. After listening to his head teacher's introduction Ding Qiao felt that his future school life must be very miserable.

The Civil and Military Academy covers half of the current mountain. Since Ding Qiao is directly driven by Xu Changqing to take him to school in a suspension car, the car is not allowed to park in the school, and he has to climb the damn rules according to the school's regulations. Ding Qiao hardly had time to appreciate the scenery along the way of the main teaching building of the school. It was not until the teacher introduced him that he realized that the size of the Civil and Military Academy is so abnormal.

Wouldn't it be that there will be a project of running around the whole mountain in physical education class?

Don't come here for whatever you think...

However, it seems that fate is going against Ding Qiao. On the way the new head teacher took him to the class, Ding Qiao watched a long line of students running in a certain direction on the playground, and the head teacher kindly explained: "They That was gym class, and now we're doing warm-ups."

Ding Qiao frowned and asked, "Teacher, how long is the physical education class?"

The teacher in charge patted Xiaopenyou on the shoulder and said: "There are different times for different students. For example, students who only study literature have two hours of fitness time; students who study martial arts basically study liberal arts before ten o'clock in the morning, and after ten o'clock Basically, it’s time for martial arts; if you’re a student with both civil and martial arts, you’ll have liberal arts in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon. The school’s customized time is very helpful to students.”

Ding Qiao, who just learned that he is a civil and martial arts student, thinks about his afternoon classes, and an urge to hit the wall spontaneously arises.

The more detailed the school information, the more detailed the schedule makes Ding Qiao want to separate his soul and body, but unfortunately he can't do it, otherwise there will definitely be fainting every day, and fainting as soon as he hears the important point, this is the best way to protect himself The way.

Why can't he just study liberal arts?What do you want, Lord Leader, he is still young and doesn't want to be tortured to death by the school, said the one who had just been resurrected.

After listening to the teacher's explanation, Ding Qiao had to thank the head teacher, and within 2 minutes he was taken to the class he was going to integrate into.

The head teacher with long legs and long hands pushed the door open as soon as he stretched out his hand, and a gust of cold air rushed towards Ding Qiao, but this was obviously not the point, because what he saw were the various dresses and hair of the students below, that is, the overall image. It took him completely by surprise.

There are really many things that surprised him in this world, even the school can't let him see the surprised places anymore, on the contrary, the school is the place that can make him see more surprised places.

Your sister, this place is so embarrassing, I feel like I will never love it again.

This kind of world containing martial arts elements is really eye-opening.

The head teacher with a very popular appearance pulled Ding Qiao to the podium, and said to the children below: "Come on, let me introduce our new classmate, Ding Qiao. Next, let's ask our new classmate to introduce himself."

The teacher looked at Ding Qiao expectantly. He felt that the child's communication skills must be fine. They chatted happily just now, but why is he still silent now.

In fact, Ding Qiao at this time was recalled by the teacher's introduction. When he was a student, he would introduce himself every time he went to a new class. After work, he would introduce himself during the interview, but he returned to the self of the student Introduction Suddenly Ding Qiao didn't know where to start, perhaps because he hadn't introduced himself in such a pure and innocent way for a long time that he didn't need to think about how much the other party would give him, so he was confused.

The teacher reminded again softly: "Ding Qiao, don't be nervous, just give a brief self-introduction to everyone, name, favorite."

Ding Qiao thought for a moment and looked at the children with curious eyes and strange hair, bowed slightly and said: "My name is Ding Qiao, and I hope that in the future we can become good friends with everyone and help and learn from each other. .”

After speaking this paragraph, Ding Qiao felt that he had already developed in the official direction of Minister Xu, which was very frustrating.

Under the leadership of the homeroom teacher, applause rang out from below. Ding Qiao felt ashamed. After all, he was already an old man in front of these children, and it would be no problem to be their uncle.

The homeroom teacher pointed to the empty seat next to a bald kid and said, "Student Ding Qiao, you won't be sitting with the class monitor Halal for the time being, you should get along well, you know?"

Ding Qiao nodded: "Thank you teacher."

The class teacher continued to smile gently, and Ding Qiao walked to his seat.

If he is not dazzled, then he is absolutely right. His deskmate, the monitor of this class, has a bald head, and he is still wearing a cassock of unknown material like Tang Seng wore when he was young. Forgive him for his lack of knowledge. , I really feel that his world is collapsing.

Do you want to be called Qingzheng squad leader, or Qingzheng Dashi?The squad leader Nidi's name is so strong that he really knelt down.

After walking to the seat and quickly stuffing his cute schoolbag into the desk, Ding Qiao prepared to build a good relationship with the little squad leader who will live in harmony in the future.

Before Ding Qiao could speak, the monitor showed an attitude worthy of his attire: "Amitabha, hello, Ding Qiao."

Ding Qiao, who was choked for a moment, said, "Squad leader Qingzheng..."

The little monk Halal said: "Student Ding Qiao, let me correct your pronunciation, it is Halal, not steamed."

Ding Qiao called out again: "Oh, Halal squad leader."

After Halal finished expressing her intentions, she continued to listen to the head teacher talking about other daily precautions. To become the class leader of this kind of group, he should be a pretty good kid. As for the students with strange clothes, Ding Qiao could only complain silently in his heart.

Next to him sat a girl with purple lips but a normal complexion, and behind him sat a boy with a long bun. There were also girls with braids. In Ding Qiao's eyes, those with braids were absolutely perfect. Pussy is a normal kid.

It's morning time, and Minister Xu will go back to work after sending him here. In the afternoon, he will naturally arrange for someone to come and pick him up. Taking advantage of the old man, Ding Qiao naturally got to know these strangely dressed children.

The young Muslim monk from Hualan Temple, Hong Xiu from the Tianshan sect, Qi Diandian from the Nine Poison Sect, whose lips are always purple, Xiao Xiang from the most equipped and cool Huaxing sect, and the long black hair from the Jinlian sect. Jin Jiang, who is wearing a shawl, is a classmate that Ding Qiao just met, each with their own characteristics.

So, when everyone asked which sect he was from, Ding Qiao hesitated for a while before twisting and saying, "I, I come from the Devil's Cult."

After all the little friends opened their mouths, they expressed their attitudes calmly, and the Muslim monk held the beads and said, "Amitabha."

Ding Qiao: "..." Little monk, can't you change the words?

Qi touched his purple lips and said: "I don't know if compared with the poison of the Demon Sect, it is yours or our Nine Poison Sect's."

Ding Qiao: "..." What a cruel little sister.

Daoist leader Hong Xiu moved the tailor-made sword on his back and said, "The Demon Cult also plays with swords, right?"

Ding Qiao: "..." Don't go after him!

Brother Xiao Xiang with a cool haircut touched his soaring braid that was about to go up to the sky, and patted Ding Qiao's shoulder heavily: "Father said that the Devil's Cult is a terrifying place, brother, I understand you."

Ding Qiao burst into tears: "..." You still understand me, brother.

On the contrary, the cute and beautiful Jinjiang little brother hugged Ding Qiao's neck affectionately: "But, I think Ding Qiao is very cute. My uncle said that to find a lover, he must go to the Devil's Cult."

Ding Qiao broke free from his restraints: "..." Can I introduce your uncle?Are you gay?Your uncle is looking at those evil, charming and crazy men from the Demon Cult, right?

After the five children took turns expressing their opinions in front of Ding Qiao, Ding Qiao said, "I'm an orphan living in the Devil's Cult."

The little monk asked him: "Then do you live on campus?"

Ding Qiao shook his head as he thought of the history of blood and sweat that could not be resisted: "I live at home, and I still have to go back to the Devil's Cult after school."

The girls were more soft-hearted, Qi frowned slightly and said: "Sure enough, the Demon Sect treats you badly, do you want to come to our Nine Poison Sect?"

Ding Qiao shook his head. If the leader knew that he wanted to leave, it would be strange if he didn't use the scabbard to draw him into a big face: "Hehe, it's not as bad as everyone thinks."

I firmly feel that it is very appropriate to conceal my identity as the leader's wife. See, after knowing that he is a member of the Devil's Cult, everyone looks at him in various ways.

Ding Qiao, who just came in, received the textbooks and homework books from the teacher before the first period. The school also thoughtfully distributed the exercise books. After reading the textbooks, except for the poetry writing class, Ding Qiao felt that there was no problem. But it was a tragedy that he found that the books here were basically written from left to left, and he was very painful to read.The more painful thing is yet to come. He has never seen some of the piles of traditional Chinese characters. What does it mean? Bully them illiterate!

Now, he had to admit that he was really illiterate, so he asked the little monk very modestly, and the patient little monk not only explained to him but also told him the meaning of the word, and gave Ding Qiao a sympathetic look.

In fact, his life in the Demon Cult was quite good, not that bad.

What is really bad is not the study class in the morning, but the martial arts class in the afternoon. This is the real hard work.

The school lunch is still very good, the food is pure Chinese food, and chopsticks are definitely used for eating instead of knives and forks. It is a pity that Ding Qiao does not live in the school, so he can only take a nap on his stomach in the classroom.

He was the only outsider in the whole class, and he was from the Demon Cult, so many students speculated whether his martial arts attainments were very high. What was even more frustrating was that the girl from the Nine Poison Sect said that she would compete with him in the afternoon free trial time. To use poison, there must be a victory or defeat.

But is it possible?