Private school two or three things

Another bright day.The weather on this day is surprisingly good, everything is bathed in the warm sunshine, yawning and twisting their bodies.

There was a lot of smoke in the village, and the warm atmosphere at noon was rich and fragrant.After a while, there were shouts and shouts one after another, and the people in the field recognized their names from it, straightened their waists and yelled back and forth, threw the hoe bag over their shoulders, and dragged their clogs up the field ridge and walked home quickly.

Zimao was walking back to the private school.Walk briskly.

The passing uncle pressed down his palm: "Yo, Jinzhu brat is you running errands to buy things again?"

"No."

The passing aunt took out a few dates from the basket: "Does Xiao Jin help you eat?"

"no thank you."

The little kid passing by wobbled at the beautiful boy step by step: "Ahhhhhhhh..."

Zimao freed up one hand and cleverly asked the kid who had just walked back to find his own mother.

But Zimao is in a good mood.Even the greetings and teasing along the way couldn't spoil his good mood.

He felt that the sun was kind and friendly, that the aunt on the opposite side had bright eyes, and that the grandfather behind him was handsome and unrestrained.

The heart in his chest was pounding, making his breathing a little short.He took a deep breath, hugged the things in his arms tightly, wishing he could sing a song to the bright sun.

Zimao forcefully opened the paper door.

There was a lot of chaos in the room.

"No, no, no, don't you know you have to knock on the door before entering the room, shorty?" Curly screamed in a panic.

"Jin Zhu Jin Zhu quickly turn around and turn around!" Wig shouted with his eyes closed. (Why are you closing your eyes? ==)

"No peeking, no peeking!" The hedgehog-haired boy stepped forward and tried to cover the purple-haired eyes with his hands.

But it was too late.

"You... what are you doing?" Zimao asked expressionlessly.

The room is full of flour crumbs floating in the air, and the curly hair has been dyed white. A few people are waiting; the faces of two girls are covered with a few pieces of white flour, and two eyes are blinking; a hen almost burst into tears in one eye Clucking flew up the wig's head from Xiaozhong's parted arms; a chicken feather retracted into the hedgehog's nose, and he sneezed loudly.

silent----

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Zimao's face gradually turned black, and he asked again patiently in a low voice.

"Jin Zhujun..." The two girls looked at each other and lowered their heads shyly.

Zimao frowned.

"What are you doing? Shorty, can't you see?" Curly picked his nose.

Violet veins.

"Jin Zhu blames you...Xiao Zhongfen-jun quickly catch the chicken!" The wig covered his neck, looking precarious.

Zimao clenched his fist.

"Jin Zhu, have you forgotten what day it is today?" Hedgehog Head asked suddenly.

Zimao was stunned.

"Did you really forget it? Tsk, you are really unqualified as a teacher..." Curly's pair of dead fish eyes interpreted [sarcasm, ridicule, ridicule, contempt] vividly.

Zimao almost smashed the thing in his hand.

He paused for a moment: "I see. Everyone remembers. Then..." He looked around the room, "What's going on here?"

"We decided to make a cake! How can we be so excited!" The wig rested his cheeks on his hands, blushing.

"Wig, you idiot! Didn't you say you want to keep it secret!" Curly roared.

Zimao was disgusted.Seriously disgusted.He spread the face of the wig with his hands, and his face twitched: "Make a cake? Here?"

"Ah." Curly nodded, "The kitchen can't accommodate so many people."

But how can this be a cake?This is setting up a murder scene!

Look at this tatami!It's full of flour crumbs and chicken feathers!Wait, there is still a mosaic lying down!Who brought that chicken in? He's going to kill that person!And look at the people in the room!Yaoshou!A bunch of little beggars!A group of vagabonds begging for a living!There are chicken feathers on the chest!Look at their faces again!Terrible!Has this been fought in lime powder?Even if you are an idiot, this is too white!

Zimao began to feel that... maybe dismembering the body would be faster...

"Cluck..." The hen suddenly called out, causing the other little ghosts to look at her.

The chicken girl's tail trembled slightly, her face blushed and her neck thickened for a while, and finally she laid an egg on the wig's head.

Nima really laid an egg!

"Oh oh oh oh! There are eggs, there are eggs! Just now they refused to lay eggs, but now they do! It must like my hair!" The wig looked proud.

"That's great, little Taro-kun!" Xiao Zhong broke into tears, and his expression of admiration was beyond words.

And the others... were silent for a minute.

Now that there are eggs, Zimao has put away things, and the girl has reconciled with fans, let's start making.

But... no egg white or no egg yolk?What is the ratio of eggs to flour?What kind of kneading?Do you want to add those ingredients?Where to put it to bake?

A group of little ghosts looked left and right around a hand-copied recipe, chattering non-stop.

As soon as Songyang returned to the private school, he was surrounded tightly.

The little ghosts pulled his sleeves and hugged him into the gate, and mysteriously asked him to close his eyes.

Songyang closed his eyelids, his eyelashes lay quietly on the bottom, the corners of his mouth curled up, his warm smile was as soft as a lake.

"Thump, thump, thump!" the little ghosts sang in unison. "Teacher, please-look-!"

Song Yang slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a room full of colored ribbons, one circle after another practiced into one piece, and at first glance, it was the craftsmanship taught in the handicraft class in the past.

There is a cake on the table in the middle of the room.Although the shape is very weird, the color is very suspicious, the pattern is very vague, and the technique is very childish, but it is still a cake, not only because of the candles on it, but also because of the above, which is spelled in white sugar:

Happy birthday teacher.

Zimao took out a brand-new shamisen from the corner, and brought it to Songyang: "I bought it with the pocket money I earned as a temporary worker." Feeling someone staring at him, Zimao turned his head uncomfortably, and turned his head. She rolled her eyes: "Everyone said they want to buy shares, so it's considered everyone's together..."

The little ghosts looked up at him, their eyes shining.

Songyang watched silently, the curvature of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.

Maybe Songyang himself doesn't know how to express his mood at this time.

The great educator finally ran out of words.

He squatted down, opened his arms, and tried hard to embrace all 15 little devils in his arms.

The little ghosts in front of Songyang were overjoyed and jumped into Songyang's arms screaming; the other little ghosts were dissatisfied and grabbed the teacher's clothes and almost climbed onto Songyang's back.

Songyang smiled knowingly, and called the little ghosts into the room.

"How about blowing out the candles together?" Songyang suggested.

"Okay!!" The little ghosts clapped their hands and shouted.

"Wait a minute!" The wig yelled to calm the audience, and even the teacher looked at him suspiciously.

"Yinshi, you bastard!" The wig exploded, and he reached out to grab the curly hair.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Stop it, your hair is going to fall out! Yinsang, I'm going to become a strange sorghum in the Mediterranean! Even if I'm a ghost with a wig, I won't let you go!"

"Who told you to steal the cake!" the wig roared without flinching, pointing at the corner of Curly's mouth.

Stealing?

Everyone sees it, doesn't it?The back of the cake was missing a piece, and the pattern on the bottom was bald for half a circle, and the words spelled with white sugar all became "Teacher Wang Kouyang Xiao".

"........."

Everyone froze for three seconds.

"Silver time!!!"