After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Xie Bian walked into the self-examination room, and stood behind the door for a long time, listening to the sound of walking sticks gradually disappearing, before entering the room to observe.

Also locked the door.

Ghosts do not guard against humans, but humans guard against ghosts.

There is a small bed in the room, which is covered with a plain sheet covered with floral prints. It seems that it can only sleep a child about ten years old at most. There is a desk beside the bed, which serves as both a table and a bedside table.

There is a desk lamp beside the desk, which is an old style that Xie Bian has never seen before. Next to the desk lamp are piles of textbooks, and there are other colorful toys and an electronic watch for timing on the desk.

In the small dark room, only the light below the lamp is on

Xie Bian went directly to the desk and took out a stool to sit down, but the desk and stools were all small, he was already almost an adult, so it was really aggrieved to sit.

As soon as he sat down, a series of numbers suddenly appeared on the originally quiet electronic clock dial, and at the same time, the announcement sound also came from the electronic watch.

"The countdown starts, 45 minutes of introspection time."

The time on the electronic screen jumped every second, and it counted down as it said.

Xie Bian didn't feel that he had made any mistakes, so naturally he would not be obedient and introspective. After sitting for a long time, he picked up a booklet from the textbook and spread it out in front of him.

When I opened it, I saw that it was a math problem card in my own mouth, colorfully depicting the pictures that children like, but the questions are very weird.

The first question of the addition training on the first page, how much is the addition of a fortune in the red.

Mahjong again.

It was only then that Xie Bian discovered that after he opened this weird booklet, the wallpaper in the whole room was dotted with mahjong patterns at some point.

Red in the plus fortune, these two are flower cards without numbers, how to count?

Xie Bian thought for a while, picked up a pencil and drew a circle in the blank space after the equal sign.

If you don't know how to draw a circle, that's what the chemistry teacher said when he gave a lecture.

Five seconds later, a red light flashed behind the circle drawn by Xie Bian, and a tick appeared.

At the same time, the circle drawn by Xie Bian also turned into a round cake with patterns clustered together.

Red plus fortune is equal to a cake.

What kind of arithmetic logic is this?

Xie Bian didn't have time to argue with him why it was equal to one cake, so he directly turned to the subtraction training on the second page.

What is ninety thousand minus one loaf.

In the question of addition, both addends belong to the flower tiles. In this subtraction, it is a bit unreasonable to use the [-]D tiles to subtract the cake tiles.

Xie Bian directly picked up the pen and made a cross, and even drew a grimace in two or three times to show his contempt.

Another red light flashed, another check mark, and he was right again.

The two crossed pencils twisted and twisted, and turned into two "M" letters facing up and down.

This is eight, Xie Bian didn't recognize it for the first time when he was just playing cards, Zhao Meng reminded him.

Ninety thousand minus one loaf equals eight pieces, 9-1=8. From a mathematical point of view, it barely makes sense.

Xie Bian turned back again, wanting to see if there was anything else in the back, but who knew that the next few dozen pages were all such ordinary mahjong addition and subtraction without any rules.

He took another book of Happy Winter Vacation, and the result was the same. What's more, the Chinese book had a diary title called "A Day of Mahjong Playing."

Xie Bian picked up a pen and wrote three words eloquently: spanking.

The last stroke of the word "fart" was drawn far away, dragging an unruly little tail like a coiled whip.

After finishing writing "Happy Winter Vacation", Xie Bian looked at the time and there were still 10 minutes left. Xie Bian didn't plan to toss about any more, and curled up on the small bed, curled up his legs and closed his eyes to rest.

And above the table, a red light flashed behind the three words written by Xie Bian again, this time it was a cross.

Wrong answer.

The countdown timer "Didi" sounded, and a terrifying ghost eye suddenly appeared behind the mahjong pattern on the wall, shining blood red in the dark night.

At the same time, cake cards, swastika cards, strip cards and countless flower cards jumped out from "Happy Word Counting" and "Happy Winter Vacation", and gradually swelled up to the height of half a person, all of them With sharp claws and fangs, he squatted on the table and jumped towards the small bed with a plop.

Xie Bian somehow sensed that something was wrong, turned over and avoided the [-] fat face that was about to hit him on the top of the head.

There is no reward for correct writing, and punishment for wrong writing.

When Xie Bian rolled up from the bed, the bed, the floor, and the wall were already covered with long-handed and long-legged mahjong figurines.

The countdown was jumping to 28 minutes, Xie Bian raised his hand and knocked up a three cake.

Fighting with bare hands like this is not an option, Xie Bian flicked his wrist and threw out the police whip, the red whip came thunderously, smashing more than a dozen crazy cards.

After a few tossing and turning, Xie Bian Shao said that he also eliminated a hundred mahjong figurines. The broken figurines fell to the ground and turned into ordinary mahjong tiles one by one.

But there are still countless dirty things that are not afraid of death, rushing towards Xie Bian, as if there is a continuous source.

Xie Bian thought while waving his whip, and finally found the clue.

The little ghost jumped off the table, and the source of mahjong is the exercise book.

Xie Bian probably looked through it, and there are [-] pages of oral calculations alone, each page has at least [-] questions, and one question has two mahjong tiles.

The long whip neighed, rolled up the verbal calculation problem filled with five cakes plus [-] yuan, and sent it to Xie Bian. Xie Bian stared at it for a while, and did what he wanted to do a long time ago—tear up his homework. .

As soon as he raised his hand, he tore the booklet into pieces. The pieces fell from his hand and fell to the ground, spreading the whole room into a mess together with the broken mahjong tiles.

Xie Bian tried again this time, and sure enough, the replenishment speed of the mahjong villains slowed down, so he did the same thing again, tearing up the rest of the happy winter vacation.

The red ghost eyes on the white wall were still alive, and the police whip went back and forth to remove the filth all over the wall.

The long whip rolled up the last white board, and all the mahjong figures who were flailing their teeth and claws did not get into the mess.

Looking back at the electronic clock, there is 1 minute left.

Xie Bian put away his whip, used his toes to poke a path through the confetti and mahjong, walked to the table, and rearranged the chair that he kicked away just now.

There were fewer books and homework on the desk, and the desk lamp was still on, but Xie Bian reached out and turned off the lamp again.

Save electricity.

It doesn't matter, the place where the lamp on the table was illuminated, the handwriting written by the highlighter appeared faintly, it was probably just covered by the light, and it was not noticed for a while.

There was a sentence written crookedly in the fluorescent handwriting: I don't want to go to school.

When Xie Bian was drowsy in biology class, he also scribbled this sentence on the table.

A child who is tired of studying, Xie Bian suddenly resonated with the owner of this house.

The countdown on the electronic watch ended, and the snow-white confetti flying on the ground suddenly disappeared, and the mahjong tiles whose surface was cracked into spider webs climbed back onto the table one by one, forming a new oral arithmetic question card and a happy winter vacation.

Everything is back to normal.

"Self-examination time is over."

Xie Bian stretched out both hands to check carefully inside and out, and found that there was no injury.

There was a commotion in the corridor outside the room. It seemed that everyone else had left the self-examination room. Xie Bian clapped his hands, picked up a book of math problems, and wanted to go out. After thinking for a while, he took the red pen on the table away. .

The doorknob was turned a few times by someone from the outside. Xie Bian had just locked it and then put on the safety, so people in the corridor could not easily push the door in.

Then there was a knocking sound on the small wooden door, and the NPC was politely asking Xie Bian to go out.

Xie Bian released the safety, unlocked the door and went out.

After Xie Bian went out, he looked vigilantly at the state of the people around him.

Tan Chi hiccupped while rubbing his stomach, Hao Wan had an extra red string in his hand, the child was dexterous, the red string was flying up and down like a flower.

Xi Bei was still twisting the beads, and Ai Shui didn't seem to have changed much.

Left and right leaned in front of Fan Wujiu to show courtesy, blocking most of the old Fan's body.

Zhao Meng stood outside the door, trembling, when he saw Xie Bian go out to meet Xiong, he rushed over, curled up in his arms and cried.

"Brother! There are two big... woo woo... mahjong ghosts taller than me chasing me..."

Xie Bian patted him on the back: "It's okay, didn't you just come out?"

Here he is fighting with oral arithmetic problems, but Zhao Meng has to chase after him with mahjong tiles taller than one person. It must be that everyone's experience in the self-examination room is different.

Xie Bian was suddenly curious about what Fan Wujiu would experience, and couldn't help but look in Lao Fan's direction.

Fan Wujiu happened to look up, and the eyes of the two briefly met in the air.

Xie Bian subconsciously glanced at his hand guiltily, making sure that he was not injured, and then looked firmly at Fan Wujiu across the left and right.

Lao Fan's windbreaker was draped over his arms, and the collar of his sweater had probably been trimmed, and a lock of hair on the top of his head didn't look too docile, and he was flaunting a temper tantrum and swaying in the wind.

Every time Fan Wujiu wakes up from a hangover, he looks like this ghost. The disobedient bastard has to take a bath before he can lie down obediently. Xie Bian is very familiar with his appearance.

He slept leisurely in the house.

Fan Wujiu evaded Xie Bian's stare at him, and walked over aggressively and picked Zhao Meng up from Xie Bian's arms: "Stand up, who was the one who was fighting with him while screaming just now? How old is he?" Hiding in someone else's arms and crying?"

Zhao Meng was afraid because he was afraid, but when he remembered what his brother said, the scary thing was Yue Changhe. If he didn't fight, maybe other "Ah Xuan" would be wronged, so he summoned up his courage and punched him. Seeing the huge mahjong man hit it up, he closed his eyes and yelled loudly in fear while playing, which could be heard clearly in the next few rooms.

At that time, Xie Bian was having fun tearing up his homework in the room, so he didn't notice Zhao Meng's movements.

Zhao Meng withdrew his tears and stood at attention, looking at his brother eagerly: "Brother, what are you doing with the mental arithmetic question card?"

Xie Bian lowered his head, and he actually took out the booklet. Originally, he thought that the contents would disappear when he left the room, so he might not be able to take it out.

"What not to do, exercise the brain and prevent Alzheimer's disease."

Elderly people over 7000 years old can't remember the past very clearly, so they should pay attention.

"Take it, don't lose it," Xie Bian stuffed the oral math problem into Zhao Meng's hand, put the red pen into his pocket, stared at the "flower card" and said, "Have the points been settled yet?"

"Flower Card" looked like he had been taught a lesson, and dejectedly, he didn't dare to take a breath—he couldn't even breathe—replied respectfully: "The first half of the points settlement is over."

"Is there still a second half?" Xie Bian asked.

"Hua Pai" rolled his eyes up and down, and nodded: "There are still five games in the second half of the herringbone game, my lord."

When he was talking, Xie Bian was staring at his cane in a daze. The top of the quaint wooden cane was wrapped with a branch of jade carving green.

Xie Bian stretched out his hand, snatched his walking stick and gave orders: "Lead the way!"

There is still the second half, of course he has to go back to see what the point settlement is like, and what the rewards and punishments are like.

The "Flower Card" cane was robbed, and he didn't react for a while. Seeing the young man in front of him playing casually with something that should belong to him, he had no intention of returning it, so he could only resign himself to his fate and float towards the "Renhe" room.

This time the "Flower Card" didn't even make the sound of the cane hitting the ground, and became a truly silent Ah Piao.

When he got the wooden stick, Xie Bian picked off the few green jade leaves on the wood, and swung the bare wooden stick even more comfortably.

"Hua Pai" walked to the door of Renhe's room, and stopped hesitantly.

"Because the adults on tables nine and ten committed too many fouls, the system will reassign the tables for you."

This is to prevent the eight of them from sitting together to discuss winning or losing, no matter what, if it is replaced by people and ghosts they don't know, Xie Bian will be more tolerant when he kills all directions.

Pushing open the door, there was a vacant seat at table No. [-], presumably it was arranged before "Hua Pai" went to pick them up.

The "flower cards" began to stuff people inside one by one, until Zhao Meng was stuffed, and he tugged on Xie Bian's sleeve again and refused to let go.

"elder brother……"

The little follower became more and more proficient in the movements of begging, and the "Brother" yelled with a lingering end sound for three days, which directly aroused old Fan's face of contempt.

Xie Bian gave a wry smile with a headache, then stared at Zhao Meng seriously and said, "If you don't want to be a ghost player shuffling and building cards, just play well, I believe you!"

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The author has something to say:

Xie Bian: I tear up my homework, beat up little ghosts, and tear down the canteen, but I'm a good kid!

Have you noticed that the number of words has doubled, hehe!