Private school two or three things

After seeing this topic, everyone should understand it, right?

Huh?don't know?

Do you dare to say that you don't know that Curly's hobby is soaking in strawberry milk and eating Jinping candy?

Do you dare to say that you don't know that Wig's hobby is soaking in soba noodles and teasing meatballs?

Do you dare to say that you don't know that Zimao's hobby is to spend time in a private school and monopolize his teacher?

Right...everyone knows that.

So, this [Hobby Chapter] ends here!Thanks for watching!

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What?Do you think you dare to kill me by ending like this?

What is it that you dare to threaten the author and torture those three to death?

So... Does anyone want to know Mr. Songyang's hobbies? ——Except for your purple hair!Don't blink at me!Disgusting, go and see the wig!Only he knows how to appreciate your beauty!

Curly picks his nose with one hand, opens his eyes with the other and pops the purple hair that shoots the girl's light. He deeply understands two things:

How could I be so stupid to ask this question.

Hey, author, your writing is broken.

If time goes back, Curly would rather eat one less Jinpingtang than ask the above question during class.

"Who wants to know the teacher's hobbies?"

After asking, he regretted it.

Such a lively classroom instantly heard the sound of a falling needle.

Keep talking, see what I do?Curly has a face slumped, actually sweating from behind.

Please continue to make noise!Don't children like to be lively?The lively recess is the recess!If you are so quiet, you will be mistaken for class!The perverted dean will take the opportunity to occupy the precious time after class!Even the physical education class is taken up!And you must not learn from the teacher-controlled pervert on my left!Characters will be twisted!Look at his green eyes turning black!So quickly change back to the original recess!Change back to the original noisy recess!

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......... There was no sound.

Curly then realized the importance of the space-time machine for the first time.

"The teacher's hobby... isn't reading?" said a boy with a hedgehog head.

"Huh?" Someone asked.

"Because... the teacher is so knowledgeable, isn't it because he has read a lot of books?" Hedgehog Head continued.

ah.So your hedgehog hair is because you are a hedgehog?

Curly looked at the head shape of the legendary protagonist, and firmly refused to admit that he was jealous.

"Could it be the shamisen?" Xiao Zhongfen said, "When we celebrate our birthdays, when we play games, and when we celebrate festivals, the teacher will play different songs for us."

The wig caressed his chin, somewhat disapproving.

Skill proficiency does not mean liking it.

"...Probably tea tasting..." The girl with the doll's head said weakly, "Because... I often see the teacher sitting on the porch outside the dormitory holding a cup of tea..."

This is true.Zimao lowered his head and thought about it, but couldn't be sure.

This question scratched and scratched in my heart, and the more I scratched, the more itchy.

A group of little ghosts piled up together, trying to solve this mystery by superimposing their IQs.

Songyang is looking for something in the room.

He remembered putting things in the cabinet in the southwest corner of the house, but...why couldn't he find it.

Songyang wiped the sweat from his temples, tilted his head in thought.

What he didn't know was that there were piles of little ghosts lying on the outside of the paper door, squinting their eyes and looking in through the crack of the door.

"What is the teacher doing?"

"Dance?"

"No! This must be swordsmanship! It's a peerless swordsmanship unknown to the teacher!"

"This is a secret technique that can talk to gods... Ah, it hurts! Who hit me on the head?"

"Aren't you cleaning?"

"Who's cleaning with empty hands? This is obviously looking for something... Ah, the teacher stopped!"

"What is the teacher looking at?"

"Closet? Or maybe the floor..."

"Have you talked to God-sama yet... As expected of a teacher... Ah! Who hit me again?"

"Heh heh heh... my stupid classmate, the teacher is clearly looking for soba noodles..."

"Wigs do you dare to have anything other than soba noodles?!"

"... Famicom?"

...Wig, you really deserve to be a wig!

Following the words of the wig, the others finally couldn't help but do it.

You two are two, don't bring the teacher into it!

The wig that was thrown into the room probably will never understand. In the eyes of the classmates, "How did that guy get the first grade in every exam? Is there really a god of bastards blessing him?"... Such a look.

So wig you really deserve to be abused.

In other words, everyone is wrong.Wigs are not blessed by the god of second goods... Ah, you are already a "two gods"!

Songyang must be well aware of this fact.

So after he saw a lot of little ghosts falling in because of his unstable center of gravity, he just looked at the broken paper door a little helplessly and a little funny.

"Is everyone there? Exactly."

He picked up a long wooden ruler from the floor of the southwest cabinet.It was shaken from the top of the cabinet by the vibration of the little ghosts falling in just now-no wonder he didn't find it.

"Let's go to the yard together."

The back wall of the yard is made of wood, and under the shadow of the trees, the dark boards show the mottled weather.

The only bright spot is probably the traces of artificial painting, covering the entire back wall.

The children lined up one by one and stood in front of the board to measure their height.

The first row of traces from the left is for the wig, which has grown a lot taller this year.

The one to the right of the center is purple hair...why does it feel like he doesn't grow very long?

Curly stood aside and watched silently, his heart was about to move.

"Silver hour."

Song Yang stood in the corner on the right, waving to him.

Curly stood over, leaning his back against the wall. Dead fish eyes saw the teacher's hand over his head and scratched the wooden board, and he was a little nervous.

"Okay." Songyang said.

Curly turned his head.The thin side floated in mid-air, feeling a little lonely.

"I don't know where it will grow next year."

Songyang's hand fell on Curly's head, warm as ever.

So that little loneliness flew away like smoke.

The curly hair heard the voice of the wig mocking the purple hair, Xiao Zhongfen advertised the secret recipe for growing taller, heard the distressed cry of the hedgehog head, and heard the crisp laughter of the girls.

He grinned.He ran over and kicked at the wig.

So this really ends here.

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Eh?You ask the teacher what is the hobby?

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How would I know?