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Monday, March 1st!

school starts!

Zhonghai Primary School is holding a grand opening ceremony, the grey-haired principal read slowly his congratulatory speech, and Panda and Du Bishu in the audience almost yawned.

How long will this poor old man talk?

Du Bishu complained: I've been talking for half an hour, why haven't I finished yet, my legs are numb.

Who knows, the principal may have to talk for more than ten minutes about the experience of the last semester...

Before Panda finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark.

The tall and majestic figure of the head teacher stood in front of him, the flames of anger danced in the pupils behind the glasses, and the expression was numb, and the whole body was emitting bursts of cold.

Panda! Du Bishu!

After the roll call, the head teacher said with a hint of coldness: Squad leader, write down the names of these two people. Today's duty will be handed over to them.

Panda looked sad, and after the homeroom teacher went to inspect other areas with his hands behind his back, he couldn't help kicking Du Bishu.

Son of a bitch!

It was you who killed me!

Du Bishu chuckled and said, What are you afraid of? The head teacher is going to hold a staff meeting this afternoon, so I don't have time to supervise the day.

Does that mean you don't need to clean it?

Panda's depression was swept away, and he didn't feel how uncomfortable the punishment was.

The headmaster's opening speech may not have changed at all. A speech draft has been used for half a lifetime, and the time to end the speech is indeed ten minutes later than Panda predicted.

The grand opening ceremony was over, and the head teachers of each class returned to their respective classrooms with dozens of ponies under them.

The same goes for Panda and Du Bishu.

Class five (7), this is their class.

On the first day of school, there will be no formal lessons other than to check on the completion of the students' winter homework.

In the first Chinese class, the Chinese teacher who likes to wear a black coat and is as fat as a briquette checked the completion of the winter homework of the 40th horse in the class one by one, that is, whether he was obedient and kept his diary.

Panda's diary was opened by the Chinese teacher. He glanced at it briefly, and then praised: Well done! It seems that our classmate Panda, this winter vacation is very fulfilling!

hey-hey!

Faced with the teacher's praise, Panda touched his head in embarrassment.

Then came Du Bishu.

[February 15, sunny.

Panda helped her mother go out to buy vinegar, but when she arrived at the supermarket, she realized that she forgot to bring money. The cashier sneered and said to him: Ha! No money to pretend to be a big money? As poor as you are, you can afford vinegar? Panda was furious, and found out his psychedelic growth rings...]

The Chinese teacher's expression gradually became serious.

Du Bishu faintly sensed a hint of danger, and gulped several mouthfuls of saliva.

Closing Du Bishu's diary with an indifferent expression, the Chinese teacher asked calmly, Student Du Bishu, did you copy this diary?

No! I wrote it myself! Du Bishu shook his head in denial.

hehe!

The Chinese teacher's eyes flashed coldly, and he took two steps back to ask Panda to hand over his diary. After opening it, put it in front of Du Bishu, and then said: Student Du Bishu, please read the first paragraph of this diary of Classmate Panda!

Ruined!

Du Bishu Tianling Gai felt cold, and felt that he had already cultivated to the legendary fifth level of cultivation—the primordial spirit coming out of his body!

He picked up Panda's diary tremblingly, read in front of the whole class: February 15th, Monday! I helped my mother go out to buy vinegar, and when I arrived at the supermarket, I realized that I forgot to bring money. ...

As soon as he finished reading, the Chinese teacher applauded and said: Student Du Bishu, you are good at Chinese, you can be a translator in the future! Hmm... Chinese translator!

Du Bishu: ...

He lowered his head in shame, and obediently admitted his mistake: I'm sorry teacher, I was wrong.

Just know it's wrong!

They are all ignorant children, and the Chinese teacher doesn't want to be too harsh on them.

He flicked Du Bishu's forehead with his hand, and reprimanded him, Will you copy in the future?

No more copying!

Well, that's good. Next, Wang Jiaming!

[February 15, Monday, sunny. Du Bishu helped Panda's mother go out to buy vinegar, but when she arrived at the supermarket, she realized that she forgot to bring money...]

Chinese teacher: ...

The list of students on duty changed from two to three.

...

After the last class, in Class Five (7).

Du Bishu took Panda, each with a broom, chasing after Wang Jiaming to chop.

Who told you to copy my diary? Panda said angrily.

Is that something you can copy? Du Bishu roared.

Xiaobawang squatted in the corner with his head in his arms, like a helpless little sheep.

He begged for mercy with a mournful face: My good brother, let me go! I didn't mean it. I just realized that the diary was not finished when I arrived at school, so I just copied it. I didn't expect...

I didn't expect someone to have already copied it!

Wang Jiaming felt that he was very unlucky, so he picked up a diary and copied it, but he didn't expect it to be third-hand goods!

Who can stand this!

At that time, the teacher asked him to read Panda's diary, read Du Bishu's after reading Panda's diary, read Du Bishu's after reading his own...

He could hear the whole class laughing.

He is the little overlord of Zhonghai Xiaoxiao! When did I suffer such grievances...

After fighting for a while, Panda and Du Bishu threw away their brooms one after another, and said to Wang Jiaming, Your Brother Pan and Brother Du are very angry, so are you on duty today?

I'm coming! Brothers, go and rest, I'll do it! Wang Jiaming said hastily.

Panda and Du Bishu nodded in satisfaction.

Dada, let's go, let's go to the canteen! I heard that Yang Ming from class six and two organized a yo-yo competition...

Then let's go and have a look!

Du Bishu conveniently took out the Sprinting Meteor from the inner layer of the schoolbag, and said to Panda: Take the yo-yo! I want to compete with them!

Panda nodded, and the two of them rushed out of the classroom and headed straight for the canteen.

In the open space next to the school canteen, many experts and girls watching the fun had already gathered.

The masters come from all classes, and they gather here mainly to respond to the Hero Order issued by Yang Ming, Class 62, and come here to determine the strongest king of Zhong Hai Xiao Xiao!

Yang Ming, Yang Ming, you are the best, KO Zhen Da Pao with one move!

A certain boy was furious, turned around and yelled at the girls, My name is Zhen Yingxiong, not Zhen Dapao!

Fake hero! Cannon Zhen!

The girls don't care about these things, it's over when Yang Ming is the most handsome.

Yang Ming is a slender boy, wearing a white coat, with slanted bangs, and handsome facial features like statues, he is so handsome that he is simply infuriating. With this kind of skin, it's no wonder that it can touch the hearts of these girls.

Yang Ming, don't think that you are the strongest in Zhong Hai Xiao Xiao after you have learned Tianwai Yinlong! Today, I, Zhen Yingxiong, will let you understand what a real strong man is!

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of hurried footsteps.

A strong man, right? Hero Zhen, right?

The stern moral education director surrounded him with tall and burly security guards, and said neither sad nor happy: Everyone stand still, take out the yo-yo! That girl... stand still! You think I didn't See the magic fairy stick in your hand? Take it out!

Du Bishu and Panda who just arrived were dumbfounded.

Before the two of them retreated, a sharp-eyed security guard caught Du Bishu hiding the ball and immediately reported to the director of moral education: Director, there are two more over there!

Should I hand it in by myself or should I search for it?

Panda or Du Bishu: ...

New day, save Abai!