Private school two or three things

"This is the reward for asking you to write a letter from home last time. Hahaha, please be sure to accept it."

Songyang was caught off guard, a fluffy thing was stuffed into his arms.

The uncle laughed, and patted Songyang's back with his thick rough palm: "Let's add some food for the children."

Songyang's back was slapped with a "bang bang", and he was helpless looking at the uncle's back.

The gray hare stuck its head out and looked at Songyang in blank dismay.

"Hey, what should we do?" Songyang smiled.

"Eh————————?!" The wig was shocked, and the pair of brown eyes shone brighter than the bright lights. "Is this for raising? Do you want to raise? Want to raise? Want to raise?"

Zimao twitched at the head of the wig: "Who told you to keep pestering the teacher all the time to keep pets? Do you know that the private school doesn't have enough money!"

Wig never backs down on pets: "Because I have the best grades, the teacher likes me the most, so I brought back fur balls."

Zimao exploded on the spot: "I like you the most?! Who likes you the most? Who would like you, this brain hole is infinite!"

The wig snorted coldly: "Don't think that I read less! Infinity is not used here!"

Zimao went crazy: "No one is discussing the topic with you!"

The curly hair hanging aside glanced at the two that were about to wrestle together, then turned back and squatted down to look at the gray hair ball in front of them.

The hairball opened its red eyes.

Curly has red eyes.

Mao Tuan blinked and turned his head to the right.

Curly blinked and turned his head to the left.

The hairball moved its mouth and bit a blade of grass.

Curly moved his mouth and took a dog's tail.

The hairball stopped chewing and pricked up its ears to listen.

The bangs on the curly forehead move with the wind.

"Pfft..." Xiao Zhongfen, who brought everyone back from mowing the grass, was the first to spray.

Mao Tuan's eyes lit up when he saw the food, and he rushed towards Xiao Zhongfen in an instant.

Xiao Zhongfen was so frightened that he dropped the basket, and the sickle inside hit the hairball.

Without hesitation, the wig pushed away the purple hair and flew to save the ball... Cough, flew to save the rabbit.

"Boom." The wig landed successfully.

The hairball nimbly stepped on the head of the wig, dodged the attacking sickle, and jumped into the basket with precision.

——The Rabbit Man is very skilled!Dare to ask where the teacher came from?

The gray wig raised his face, and the blade of the sickle was nailed in front of his eyes.

"Ah!" the wig exclaimed, ignoring the scythe in front of him and got up to look at the hairball that was swallowing like a glutton, "Is Helen alright?"

"Who is Helen? Don't give people random names, be careful that it will bite you when it gets angry." Curly scratched his nose and complained.

"How could it be? Helen is so cute." The wig exuded a strange [maternal love] breath from top to bottom.

"Kacha" the hair ball nimbly bit the finger of the wig.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh..." The screams shook the birds in a radius of three miles.

"It deserves it." Zimao turned his head away.

"Look, I said it doesn't like it." The curly hair changed a nostril.

"Little Taro-kun!" Xiao Zhongfen ran towards him screaming and crying.

The rest of the people looked at the painful expressions twisted in the wig, and all took a step back.

The side of the hairball finally opened up. It scanned the group of little ghosts with red eyes in disdain, and continued to eat with its short tail writhing noblely and coldly.

"... I always feel that I am despised." The little ghosts murmured.

"Why are you standing here?" Song Yang just finished cooking, and walked over with his sleeves rolled up.

"Teacher!" The little ghosts surrounded him.

"Are you going to raise Helen?" Wig rejoiced.

"Helen?" Songyang was dumbfounded.

"It's the little rabbit over there." The little ghosts all pointed at each other.

Songyang thought about it, and decided to tell the truth: "Uncle Liangtian brought it for everyone's extra meal."

"Eh—?!" the little devils chattered.

"I want to eat rabbit sauce!" The girls covered their mouths.

"Isn't it for raising?" The wig widened his eyes.

"I knew the teacher wasn't for you." Zi Mao felt relieved.

"Can rabbits be eaten? Won't their mouths be full of hair?" Xiao Zhongfen touched his nose.

"The place you care about is not right, hello!" The corners of the hedgehog's eyes twitched.

"No, the ashes will fly away when you bake it with fire." Curly waved his hand.

Songyang tilted his head and asked the little ghosts: "Do you want to eat?"

"Okay." Just as Curly finished speaking, he was pushed to the ground by others.

"No!" Everyone answered in unison.

"Then let it go, how about it?" Songyang narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The crowd nodded.

After letting Mao Tuan go, everyone walked on the way home.The curly hair fell limply on the back.

——It’s all meat, what’s wrong?Even if they don't eat them now, they will be eaten by wolves and tigers in the mountains.

Curly raised his eyes secretly to look at Teacher Songyang walking in the crowd, pursed his lips, and lowered his head.

"Silver hour."

The sound next to him made Curly raise his head abruptly.At some point, Teacher Songyang came to his side.

Curly called out in a low voice: "Teacher."

Song Yang nodded, and stuffed something into his hand.

"Hush..." Song Yang blinked at him.

Curly opened his hands and looked, and there were a few candies lying in his palms.

As soon as he stuffed it into his mouth, a trace of warmth permeated the air.

so sweet...

Curly's eyes lit up.

Song Yang took his curly-haired hands and walked towards the little ghosts in front.

"Songyang, thank you for what happened last time. This is a thank you gift, to nourish the children's health."

The woman carried her baby on her back and stuffed the things in her hands into Songyang's arms.

The two pigeons poked their heads out with a "coo coo" and looked at the person who was holding them.

look at each other.

Why not take them to the back mountain to release pigeons this time?

Songyang walked back with a funny face.