Chapter 37 1.037 Please Let Me Go!

Seeing such a cannibalistic look like the presence of an evil spirit, the little fat man shrank his neck a little cowardly, but when he looked back, he saw the little girl's expressionless face, and there was no trace of terror.

I don't know why, but for the first time, the little fat man felt that when this little girl was sitting quietly in the last row of the classroom, it seemed that she did not belong to this world, and it was a little unbelievable.

He rubbed his eyes, turned his head angrily, looked up at Master Jiang's black face, and stopped talking.

The Master gradually began to indulge in the poems, and he was in a good mood. The students below were still calm, shaking their heads and reciting the poems by Professor Master.

It's just that this harmonious atmosphere is better than three minutes.

There was a faint sneer on Qiao Mu's lips, and he counted down silently in his heart, five, four... one!

"Bang!" The little fat man slapped the table, and the sound was so loud that all the classmates and friends who were reciting were stunned and stopped.

Master Jiang, who was intoxicated in the poetry, opened his eyes and looked at the fat kid who dared to be presumptuous in his class with a stunned expression on his face.

"Dengdengdengdeng!" The little fat man rushed in front of Qiaomu aggressively, grabbed a handful of air with his right hand and chewed it hard, raised his chin high, and said contemptuously, "Master is a fart..."

Everyone stared at the rude little fat man in a stunned manner, and they all felt that this little fat man was stupid? You said that the Master wasn't there, and it's fine if you were arrogant and arrogant, but now that the Master is sitting there, you actually... repeated the disrespectful words you said before, word for word!

A group of little radish heads under ten years old all looked at the "warrior" little fat man with a look of admiration!

Before the master was furious, the two jaw-dropping puppies hurriedly called out "Master Tao, Master Tao" and brought Zhou Tao back to his seat.

Master Jiang took a deep breath. Seeing that the little fat man's fat father had paid for the repair of the Tiny Herb House, Master Jiang will hold back his breath today... Go?

"Bang!" The little fat man stood up again mechanized, and walked up to Qiaomu with arrogance, "Master is a fart!!!"

"Pfft..." At this moment, the children really couldn't hold back any longer, "Hahaha" laughed out loud, how do you feel that Zhou Xiaopang is so happy today! hahahahaha...

No matter how slow the little fat man was, he finally felt that something was wrong with his body. It's terrifying to feel that your body is out of your control.

Looking at Master Jiang's dark complexion, the little fat man slapped the table three times...

The little fat man who rushed to Qiao Mu and cursed, his face was clearly twisted, and there was a trace of fear in those squeezed eyes, and there were shameful tears in the eyes.

Who can stop all this, it's so terrifying, why is his words and deeds, everything is out of his control?

Master Jiang couldn't bear it anymore, Huo Di stood up from his position, lifted the cane ruler and slapped the little fat man's ass.

Let you stand up against the table three times, let you blatantly insult the master, this useless thing is really mad at the old man...

A good class ended in a riot, and the little fat man passed out. The talisman paper that was originally glued to the little fat man's clothes also fell to the ground as the time limit expired, turning into two ordinary pieces of paper, which did not attract anyone's attention at all.

Qiao Mu bent down and picked it up and smashed it into a ball. He had a plan in his heart: I went home tonight and painted it in eight pictures.