Private school two or three things

The wig sneaked into the kitchen.

The wig sneaked into the bedroom.

Wigs sneaked into closets.

The wig stalks—

"what are you doing?"

The curly hair and the purple hair seemed to be standing on both sides of the closet, each of them grabbed the ear of the wig with one hand, and asked in unison.

"Shhh—" the wig didn't feel embarrassed, but excitedly pulled down the necks of the two, "Look."

The two blinked and blinked: "What are you looking at?"

"The moment to witness the miracle!" The wig's head was floating with almost materialized flowers.

Curly patted the arm of the wig: "Miracle your sister, Yinsang is witnessing miracles every moment, such as the miracle of 'how the wig survives to this day'!"

"That's right! It's a miracle that you can live to this day in Yinshi." The wig had an epiphany.

"Did you do it on purpose? Did you do it on purpose? You bastard wig!" Curly was furious.

Jin Zhu suppressed the throbbing veins and stopped the two of them: "You two are enough, where did the topic go?"

The wig jumped up and ran towards the closet: "My eggs!"

Curly stood behind him and picked his nose: "Has your egg reached the point where you can take it out of your pants? Has it left the mother's body and can fly into the closet?"

Zimao knocked his head behind the curly hair: "You are thinking about something bad."

The wig lifted the layers of bedding and showed it to the other two: "Look."

The three heads came together.

A………… egg?

Curly-haired Dead Fisheye: "What about the folds? Why does the hair still have a shell? Did your wig become refined?"

Zi Mao disliked: "Shut up."

The wig turned around and said excitedly, "There will be chickens hatching!"

"Although you usually don't have much common sense, but you don't have common sense to this extent... Yinsang is really worried about your IQ, wig." Curly covered her face.

"Not all eggs will hatch into chicks." Zimao took out the eggs with a dark face.

The wig panicked, and rushed forward to grab Zimao's trousers: "No! What are you going to do to my child?"

"Let go!" Zi Mao's face twitched.

Curly fanned the flames on the side: "Sell that child, sell it far away!"

"No! Don't touch my child!" The wig looked affectionately at the egg in Zimao's hand and burst into tears, "Don't worry, mommy won't leave you! Mommy will always be with you!"

Curly picked his nose and looked at Zimao: "Hey, it's really touching, Mr. Human Trafficker, where's your conscience?"

"Don't be wordy." Zimao replied angrily, "If the eggs are broken in the closet, everyone will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

Curly shut up immediately.

But the wig didn't stop, he stood up and grabbed the egg in Zimao's hand: "Ninny! Mom is here to save you!"

"You're a man!" Jin Zhu was furious.

"Give me back my daughter!"

"You're going to make a mess of the bedroom!"

"Yoxi, yoxi, are you dancing?" Curly was watching the excitement.

"Silver time!" Zimao shouted suddenly, and threw the egg to Curly with a flick of his hand.

Curly blinked, and before he could react, he saw the wig rushing towards him.

"Ah, ah, ah, Jin help you bastard!"

"Let go!"

"Ninny! Hold on!"

The three wrestled together, knocking down vases, drawers, organizers and almost everything in the room.

Finally, with a sound of "噗嗤哗啦", they successfully threw down the paper door and fell out of the aisle.

Mr. Egg rolled out, swaying all the way under the different eyes of the three.

"Pfft." It stopped at the corner of the wall.

"Crack."

There was a slight sound.

The wig cried with joy: "My daughter is finally going to be born!"

The other two stared wide-eyed and said that this is unscientific!

"Crack, clap, clap..."

The eggshell is broken.

Egg whites and yolks flowed all over the floor.

The three of them watched with dark faces, and silence enveloped them.

Worst...worst case scenario...

"Hmm... Kotaro, Jinsuke, Gintoki, are you not injured?"

Teacher Songyang's voice came from above the head, and the three were startled suddenly, their hairs stood on end.

Fuck this is the worst case scenario!

The three raised their heads slowly, and Songyang looked at them with a warm smile.

— was healed!

— was saved!

The three little ghosts were full of tears and grateful: "No! It's all right!"

Songyang's smile remained unchanged: "Who will explain all this?"

"QAQQAQQAQ!!!"