Private school two or three things

"Me, me, me!" Ponytail Brain raised his small arms high, jumping upwards, "Speaking of pets, shouldn't I be associated with Gui Xiaotaro? Isn't Gui Xiaotaro me the one who has had pets since childhood? Typing Do you dare to say that you didn't think of me, Kotaro Katsura? Just because my appearance rate in these few chapters is not high, this chapter has to write about me, Kotaro Katsura!"

Give me enough!Where do you have a low rate of appearance, hello?Your lines are more than twice as many as the protagonist (curly hair) and the popular villain (purple hair), okay?Don't think that you are talking about a bunch of long-winded lines to steal the spotlight, I don't know!

And how much do you struggle with your name?It's useless, readers have already equated you with a wig, and it's useless to emphasize it.

By the way, isn't your pet the supervisor who is wrapped in a white sheet, occasionally shows sexy leg hair, communicates arrogantly without talking, and occasionally emits death rays... Ah no, a mysterious creature? ?Just looking at his name, he looks like a blooded nobleman rather than a bad street stuff like a Chinese pastoral dog. He is not an existence that can be judged by others!

To sum up, I don’t want to write about you about pets.

Why is this? Hey!Are your reasons relevant to your conclusion?Now Elizabeth is not a wig pet!In fact, you are just too lazy to write, right?The animation is still minimized in the lower left corner of your computer!Write me seriously!

Ok... then I'll start from the beginning...

"A long time ago... Puff puff puff puff puff!"

The curly hair shook the sword hilt and looked back at the wig: "Here, you see, this is the end of the brainless author. So hurry up and throw away the idiotic fantasy of 'traveling around the world with a meat ball and writing', or I will I want to hit you like I did just now, I'll hit you like I hit a baseball."

The wig tightened its arms hesitantly: "The meatball is innocent."

"Never mind!" Curly stretched out his claws to snatch the little thing in the wig's arms, "The family can't open the pot anymore, do you want to bring a mouth to the house? Mom won't allow it. Mom's sugar can hardly afford it. How could it be possible again?" Let you increase the burden on the family? Give up, my good son, give me the cat."

"Don't! The wild boy who doesn't care will die! Don't talk to me if you don't even cherish such a small life!"

"Ah..." Curly scratched his head tangled, "Okay, I got it! Then send it to Nakamura's house! Then you have no objection!"

"Already sent almost 10 cats and dogs over there, do you want people to starve to death because of keeping pets?" The purple-haired kid stood aside and asked coolly.

"Huh? Have you already sent so many?" Curly thought it was miraculous.

"Every time this guy wants to bring something to the private school, doesn't he end up in Nakamura's house?" Zimao glanced at the wig, "You guys are ashamed to always trouble others."

"So just let me raise one!" The wig tried hard to avoid Curly's poisonous claws.

"Shut up!" One silver and one purple shouted at him at the same time.

The last three little ghosts stood by the edge of the field and silently thought of a solution.

The wig wanted to bring back the fur ball in his arms, but curly hair and purple hair certainly disagreed.

But what to do with this little thing?To the Nakamura family?Of course not.Uncle Nakamura dared to accept them, but they were too embarrassed to give them.Saying goodbye to home?But which one is willing to accept?You can't ask one by one.Just leave it alone?The wig looked up at them with a watery face...

Curly covered his face.If only he could take the cat back and leave the wig alone...

Zimao looked impatient, it was going to be dark after so much lingering.

If you can't get back to the private school before the teacher comes out to find them... then enlighten me, you two bastards!

In the end, Curly gave a "tsk", suddenly picked up the fur ball, and strode towards the outside of the village.

"Huh? Eh, eh, eh? What do you want to do when you are in silver?" The wig shouted.

"It's so noisy... Yinsang, I hate troublesome things the most. Well... By the way, there is a small dilapidated ancestral hall on the back of the mountain over there, which is suitable for throwing this fur ball. Hey."

Zimao knew that place.The backlight was gloomy there, and although it was at the foot of the mountain, there were not many people passing by.He also only went there when he was exploring with the children in the private school, but he didn't expect Curly to think of this.

"Eh? Yinshi, didn't you say you can't raise it?" Wig ran up to ask with a shy face.

His answer was a sword hilt drawn horizontally.

"So! Hurry up and offer up all the snacks you have hidden, idiot!"

Zimao looked at the two walking in front with contempt, thought for a while, and followed silently.

Without me...they'd be lost.

Green eyes drifted away to think about it, nodded in agreement with his own thoughts, sighed in embarrassment, and walked up briskly.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"It's up to you. Shut up."

"Ah—————ah———"

A few black shadows flitted among the branches, carrying a long and eerie tone.

"Silver, it's just a crow." The wig pulled out his arm and rubbed the hairball in his arms, "Look, is Hepburn scared enough?"

"It's not scaring! Young master, I wasn't scared! It's just that the scream just now was too ugly! Look, it's like being hacked."

"All crows have this kind of voice." Zimao sarcastically.

"...Why did you name the cat such a wig? I will beat you up, and Hepburn fans all over the world will beat you up."

"The topic is too rigid." The wig hit the nail on the head, and stopped.

"arrive."

It is indeed a small ancestral hall, and a small part of it has collapsed. It can accommodate a kitten.

Curly rolled up his sleeves and used rotten wooden boards to barely support the half-collapsed wall. Zimao found dry leaves and spread them on the ground, and the wig gently placed the kitten on it.

"Ah? What's on its feet?" Curly asked the wig as he poked the furball's front feet.

"It's my handkerchief," the wig replied along its fur. "It hurt its front foot when I found it, so I... Silver Hour?"

The wig looked up strangely, and found that the dead fish eyes of the curly hair suddenly turned into gold fish eyes.

Curly pursed his lips tightly, holding a sword in his hand in a defensive posture, with his feet spread apart, and his waist slightly bent, like a sword drawn out of its sheath.

"...Silver time?..." Wig asked hesitantly.

"It stinks... This stench... The sound of leaves trembling, the sound of heavy breathing, the sound of dead leaves being crushed... Tch! Should we say that our luck is too good?" Yin Shi laughed , muscle tension.

Zimao reacted, quickly took a step forward and turned to look back.

"Huh..." There was a faint sound among the dark trees, and even the dullest wig could feel it.

"Hey...could it be..." Zimao only dared to roll his eyes and ask Mao.

"Congratulations for the correct answer, but it's a pity that there are no bonus points." The sweat on Curly's forehead dripped across his face and into the pile of dead leaves.

Of the three, he is the only one with a sword, which means... only he can protect them!

Breathing becomes heavier.The huge and stalwart figure is slowly revealed.

The three felt that there was not enough air.

The golden eyes with the king's eyes almost illuminated the dark forest.

This is what Hepburn saw clearly, kiddos!

The bright golden pupils are shining, the black beard is stacked upwards, the powerful upper and lower jaws are slightly opened, showing its extremely sharp teeth, and the well-deserved "King" character is on the forehead.The black and yellow striped cloak trembled with its steps, and its light steps easily broke the thick branches, and its tail swung like an iron whip, disturbing the dead leaves on the ground and disturbing the expressions of the three little ghosts in front of it. It's wonderful.

"Woo..." the king growled softly.

"What kind of shit luck is this! Why are there tigers in this kind of place?! Shouldn't the king of beasts stay in the mountains and happily stare at his people as they give him food!" The curly hair split.

"How would I know! Also, what you read is the fairy tale in 'Taro Learning Characters', right? There is no king of beasts like this

son of a bitch! "The wig hugged the fur ball in his arms and complained tremblingly.

"That's enough for you two!" Zimao scolded in a low voice, "Are you all pale in life except for complaining?"

"Short Shanshan, you have to experience the unwillingness to die soon. I, when it's time to vomit... will never be soft!"

"Silver time!!!" the wig yelled.

The pupils shrunk like needles, the curly hair drew the sword backhand, the sword's edge was cold and sharp, cold and decisive, with absolute killing intent, cut it down!

The edge of the sword did not penetrate into the body, but swung it on the king's raised front paw. The king squinted his eyes in pain, and instantly flashed another paw under the pad to slap the curly hair.

The wind was shrill.

Curly only had time to barely raise his hand to block it, and his body flew out uncontrollably, smashing into the deep dead leaves.

"Silver time!" Zimao looked around, trying to find something that could be used as a weapon.

"Run!" Curly was overwhelmed, and only had time to roar.

The king flew over, Curly Hair swung his sword, but was bitten by the handle, his foot slipped and fell on his back.

The smell of fishy smell hits the face, and I have never been so close to death.

Curly immediately remembered the complicated past.

Dry black and red, shriveled limbs, burning dusk, and endless red.

With a numb face, he stared at the sky endlessly.

Slow, desperate, vigilant, fearful, replaying like a revolving lantern.

again and again.

"Hey————————————————!!"

The silver hair suddenly burst into flames, the child clenched his teeth, his veins were violent, and his red eyes were almost bleeding.

It was obviously still a slender arm, but it gradually pushed back the king's thick claws.

"Silver time!"

"Let go of him, you bastard!"

There were two angry shouts from the left and the right, and the wig-haired man held up the brick wall that fell down from the ruined ancestral hall, and slammed it down on the king's head.

"Aw——————————————!!!"

The king fell sideways, roaring loudly.

The two little ghosts threw a brick wall to help Curly.

"Can you still stand up?" Purple Hair asked.

"Ah..." Curly covered the left hand that had just been photographed, and the other two eyes were stained red by the winding blood.

"Go! Before it recovers!" The wig took a rare serious look, and he took a step with his feet, but he couldn't take a second step.

The eye-catching tiger, maddened by the pain, has already let out an angry growl at them.

"... Do you think, how long will the teacher find our bodies?" Curly asked softly.

"Shut up." Zi Mao remained expressionless.

"Hey... It's all the fault of the wig. You're obsessed with Meatballs and that's why you brought us all in. In the next life, let me be a cow and a horse for you, how about it?"

"Are you the one who proposed this place?" The wig glanced at the dead leaves on the curly hair, "Hey, my lord will ignore the faults of a villain, and you will be my cow and horse in your next life."

"Fuck you." Curly hit the head of the wig with one free hand.

"..." Zi Mao beat the other two on the head with both hands free.

"Mi..." A small voice came from the bottom of the three feet.

The three lowered their heads, and the kitten rubbed against the ankles of the wig twice, and gave a small "meow" to the opposite side.

"Roar..." There was a dissatisfied roar on the other side.

"Mi..." The voice here was weak.

The three stared blankly at the cat and tiger talking, unable to complain for a while.

The fur ball limped over, rubbed against the king's front paws, and "meowed" twice.

The king lowered his head to lick the furball's little head, and looked up at the three.

The hostility receded, the golden eyes were calm and unwavering, the king turned and left with the fur ball, elegant and noble.

The three were stunned for a long time.

Curly murmured, "The wig...where did you dig the kitten?"

The wig looked at the curly hair strangely: "How do you know I dug it? It's a cave, it's big and deep!"

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Songyang finally found the missing wig before going to bed.

He looked at the wig on the tree at the head of the village and smiled helplessly: "Come down, Kotaro. It's very late."

The wig let out a howl: "Teacher, I was caught by Yinshi and Jinzhu card tree!"