Private school two or three things

It's late summer when curly hair can also be pulled into a ponytail at the back of the head like a wig.

What does late summer mean?

It means that you can't go down the river to catch crabs, lobsters, fishes, and snails, you can't climb trees, pick apples, loquats, pears, and peaches...ah, lonely as snow...

When the little ghosts in the private school were lonely and depressed, the adults in the village all breathed a sigh of relief—finally, if those devil kings came to make trouble in the yard again, how many Huang Jilang (dogs) would not be enough!

But now the fifteen little ghosts who are the reincarnation of the demon king in the big mouth restrained their trouble-making aura and stood obediently in a circle.

In the middle of the circle, Songyang holds scissors and a comb and turns into a barber.I have to say... Teacher, you are really versatile.

Song Yang looked at Xiao Zhongfen's head under the scissors and finally felt refreshed, and nodded. "Okay, then the next one is Kotaro."

The wig let out a "huh", and shook his waist-length hair, a little unhappy: "I think this is very good..."

Before he finished speaking, he was cut off by the curly hair: "Hey, you have enough wigs, you will be punished if you don't cut your hair willfully, and one day your hair will escape your control and fly into the universe. At that time, it's too late to cry. .”

Zimao standing opposite interrupted impatiently: "Yinshi, you talk too much." After speaking, he raised his head with a simple face, "Teacher, don't care about those two idiots, they are just acting like a baby."

"You are the one acting like a baby, bastard! How can you say such shameful words with an innocent face!" Curly was immediately annoyed.

"That's it!" The wig agreed.

"And how can you change your face so quickly? The one on your neck is not a face but a mask!"

"That's it!"

"Actually, you just want to get the teacher to cut your hair quickly! Admit it, you evil guy who beat around the bush!"

"That's it!"

Under the combination of wig and curly hair, Zimao retreated steadily and was in a panic.

His face was flushed, and he said to the wig: "In any case, your hair still needs to be cut in the end, you idiot!"

The wig froze for two seconds, and said in a panic: "Yinshi, I just spoke for you, this time it's your turn to ask the teacher for a favor."

"..." Curly's nose-picking hand tilted, almost piercing his nose.He raised his wide eyes to look at the teacher, and Songyang looked back with a smile.

"Who cares about you, you idiot!" Curly resolutely disregarded the relationship.

The wig tremblingly sat on the beheading platform... Ah bah, beheading the woolen head!It's just a haircut. What is he doing?Why is there a faint whimpering sound?Why did you turn your head and blink a pair of soft teary eyes?Why are the thin shoulders trembling slightly?Why is the thin back slightly bent?

Hey, enough is enough, really enough.So are you actually a girl?Are your plumbing for viewing?Do you grow your hair to prove that you are a girl?

The corners of the kid's mouths twitched, unable to speak.

What to do... What should I do if I suddenly feel distressed?Well, so pitiful!This pitiful back view...the pear-blossoming rainy expression...tears leaking from between the eyelashes...sliding over the trembling red lips...dropping like gold and jade.

……

stop!stop stop stop! !

Don't be fooled by evildoers!

So all the little ghosts looked up at the teacher intently.

Songyang touched the head of the wig with a smile: "Don't worry, Kotaro, the teacher just shortened it a bit, and the hair can still be tied up."

Instant wig eyes brighten up!The brown eyes burst out with a strong light!As if going to the stars hidden in it!

It really blinded a bunch of dog eyes...

Among a group of imps fascinated by wigs, Curly and Purple covered their faces deeply.

The haircut continues.

Soon it will be Zimao's turn.

Curly Mao looked at Zimao's shy look like a Xi Shi holding her heart, and a cuckoo crying blood at every step, piously walking towards the teacher like a pilgrim, and couldn't help feeling powerless to complain.

Forget it... After being attacked by the wig just now, this kind of small scene is nothing.

The scissors squeaked, and the kid muttered and commented on their hairstyles.Other than that, the only sound in the yard was the sound of the dense leaves "唦唦", whispering as if they were afraid of disturbing anything.

"Okay." Songyang straightened his waist and smiled, "Teacher will come back soon after going to drink a glass of water. Can you wait here for a while?"

The little ghosts responded in unison.

Curly looked at the wig, the wig looked back, and the two looked at Zimao together, Zimao nodded.The three of them slipped into the house silently.

"You are also because of that?" Wig asked Zimao.

Zimao snorted coldly, there are many such situations in the Zong family, and it is too familiar.

"Yinshi, what do you think?" Zimao turned to Curly.

Curly hair stretched out his hand to pick his ears: "In short, it's not the idiot who admires the teacher to peep. Don't worry, idiot Miao."

"Want to die, bastard!" Zimao frowned.

"Don't do this, fighting in the nest will only give the enemy an opportunity. We should find a way to find the enemy." The wig has a solemn expression.

Curly twitched the corners of his mouth and asked tentatively, "What have you been watching recently?"

""Infernal Affairs"!" The wig was proud.

Zimao slapped the wig-covered face, and asked Mao: "Can you tell where that line of sight is coming from?"

Curly shook his head, puffed out his chest proudly: "If it's not aimed at Yinsang, I can't tell."

A sign of the cross popped out: "Only you asshole?"

Curly glanced at Zimao with dead fish eyes: "It's a price to ask me to save you... How about it? How about a year of Jinpingtang? Otherwise, half a year can barely be sold."

"Hurry up and die." Another cross burst out, Zimao didn't count on the unreliable two in front of him, and turned to find the teacher.

"Hey." The curly hair on the back stopped him, and his tone was as flat as water, "The teacher must have felt that gaze before leaving, don't you believe the teacher?"

Zimao turned around, his eyes fell on the nothingness, until even the wig with thick nerves faintly felt that something was wrong, he opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "I don't know why... I have a bad feeling."

The curly hair and the wig were speechless for a moment.

"Jinzhu, you're thinking too much." Wig retorted first, "Who would come to trouble the teacher? It's too late for the people in the village to love and love... Besides, the teacher has always been gentle and peaceful, so who will he have a grudge with?"

Curly also had a look of disapproval: "Aizishan, you are in the second grade, did you have early puberty? You always say that menopause is early, so did puberty also early?"

He looked directly at Zimao's veins and fists, and said slowly with a slumped face, "Stop being sentimental. Teacher, you are very strong."

Purple hair and wig looked at him silently.

"Teacher, he is very strong. I trust him."

Song Yang returned to the yard with a smile, and all the little ghosts shouted at him: "It's so slow, teacher!"

"Sorry, the teapot is empty, so I went to the well to fetch water." Songyang patted the heads of the little ghosts, "Next is... Yinshi?"

Curly sat silently on the small stool and Ren Songyang put on the bib for him from behind.

"Would it be difficult to cut curly hair?" Xiao Zhongfen asked.

Songyang tilted his head and smiled: "No, because Yinshi's hair is not very hard, but soft."

Curly looked up at the teacher's chin, and his mouth twitched a few times.

Song Yang lowered his head and smiled: "What?"

"nothing……"

"That's all right, then the next... Yinshi?" Songyang asked suspiciously, pulling the curls of his cuffs.

"Teacher... let's change a pair of wooden clogs."

"Ok?"

"Go change your clogs..." The red eyes looked straight at Songyang, and his attitude was uncharacteristically tough.

Songyang was startled slightly, then nodded and smiled again.

"it is good."

The curly hair is clearly visible. When the teacher turned around to trim the hair above the forehead, there was a dark red mark on the inside of the clog on the left foot.

It was a color he was very familiar with.It made his crimson pupils tremble endlessly.

who is it?

who is it?

who is it?

Who is spying?That ominous gaze, that chilly coldness, that kind of killing intent that gave goosebumps.

Teacher, who is it?

His eyes asked straight.

Song Yang just raised the corners of his lips, nodded and smiled.