After recuperating at home for a week, Wang Xiaoming, who was almost healed, was kicked to school. This time, Wang's father and mother solemnly warned Wang Xiaoming that if such a thing happens again, it will not be so simple to be beaten now.

Well, although Wang Xiaoming, who personally experienced the singles, doubles, and mixed men and women, said he remembered it, but for an alien who occupied the human skin, no one knows how much this has.

Wang Xiaoming, who came to school again, never felt that going to school was so happy. He didn't care about the harm he had suffered, or in other words, these so-called harms were not worth mentioning to an alien who was once an ancient god.

But Wang Xiaoming was really afraid of Wang's father and mother. He was not afraid of their "love education", but their concern and love. For a monster who was destined to devour everything from birth, all this was so strange and terrifying that he did not dare to face it in his heart and could only subconsciously escape.

Yes, monster! Wang Xiaoming is very clear about his essence. He or Cthun, he is a monster with no emotions but only rationality. The meaning of his existence is to destroy Azeroth! Although he doesn't know why he wakes up in this world, the essence of his monster has not changed at all.

The simplest point is that Wang Xiaoming (Cthun), he still has no emotions, and even the emotions expressed by his body are deliberately imitated by the consciousness. If it weren't for the limitations of this world itself, he might have already destroyed this world after he woke up again!

"Wang Xiaoming!" A burst of surprise came, and Wang Xiaoming, who was lying on the table, could not raise any energy and responded: "Good morning!"

"You are finally here to class!" Han Meimei, who didn't care about Wang Xiaoming's attitude, said happily, then put his schoolbag in the desk and took out the textbooks needed for class. Han Meimei also lay on the table and asked in a low voice: "I haven't seen you for several days, why did you come suddenly?"

Wang Xiaoming turned his face and turned his face to Han Meimei and responded: "Don't mention it, if I don't come, my dad won't beat me to death! Alas, it's better to go to school and you can sleep in secret."

"How can you sleep in class?" Han Meimei said angrily. Then the little girl thought about why her deskmate asked for leave because of her. She couldn't help but remember what her mother once warned her. Is Wang Xiaoming a bad boy in her mother's mouth? Han Meimei fell silent when she thought of this.

"Wang Xiaoming...you, that, it's time to hand in your homework..." The study committee member who walked to the desk said softly with a hesitant look on his face.

"Teach homework?" Wang Xiaoming got up from the table with a confused look on his face, "Didn't I take leave at home? Why do I still have to hand in my homework!"

"I don't know either. The teacher said everyone must be handed over..." the study committee member said weakly.

Believe in your evil! Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but sigh when he thought of his blank homework book. Looking at the fearful study committee member, Wang Xiaoming grabbed his hair: "That? Borrow a homework copy..."

The first section is Chinese class, which is very good. The Chinese teacher is an old man and never looked up from the beginning. The second section is mathematics class. The math teacher, the uncle with glasses, is simply a crazy man. He just gave a lesson. Is it necessary to be so passionate about Peng Bai dancing?

Wang Xiaoming, who had been copying homework in two difficult classes, felt like he was almost exhausted. Hell, how could he have so many homework? Among them, the diary required by the Chinese teacher made him even more difficult. He was exhausted and he had to finish his brain cells randomly. After handing over the fruits of his hard work to the study committee member, Wang Xiaoming felt that he was a genius.

However, the name of genius was only maintained until the afternoon. The math teacher who walked into the classroom threw the things in his hands on the podium with anger and looked at the trembling students. The math teacher, who has always been a good person, was completely angry: "Your students are the worst I have ever taught! Look at your homework, what are you writing! None of the things I taught in class are remembered!"

Unlike the students who were so arrogant that they dared not breathe, Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it seems that he will not be scolded alone again this time.

"Especially Wang Xiaoming!"

Ah? Wang Xiaoming, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, almost choked to death. He looked at the math teacher with a confused look on his face.

"Wang Xiaoming, stand up!" The math teacher who moved his gaze here shouted angrily: "Tell me, what is 4*119/3 equal?"

Wang Xiaoming, who stood up, lowered his head and said he would not, and the math teacher was even more furious: "I know you don't know, but can you, a fool, be more serious when copying homework! 'I am Xu Yunyan's mother, she can't do this question?' Why did you, a fool, copy it!"

Hearing the math teacher's words, the whole classroom burst into laughter, and Wang Xiaoming, whose face was flushed, wished he could get under the table and not come out.

The math teacher, who was also a little amused, shook his head: "Wang Xiaoming, get out of the way!"

Wang Xiaoming, who originally thought that today ended here, did not expect that the nightmare was not over yet. In the last class before school, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom angrily: "You are the worst class of students I have ever taught!"

Wang Xiaoming's heart trembled when he heard the Chinese teacher's words, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. Sure enough, the Chinese teacher shouted angrily: "Wang Xiaoming, stand up for me!"

Come again? Wang Xiaoming stood up with a sigh.

"You are asked to write a diary to cultivate your writing skills. Look at what you all wrote! Especially Wang Xiaoming!" The Chinese teacher pulled out a homework book from the homework and said loudly: "October 13, sunny. Today, my mother and I went back to my grandma's house. There are mountains and streams there, which is so fun. I like my grandma's house so much!"

Students, look at me, look at you, everyone doesn’t understand what’s wrong with this.

"It's not over yet!" The Chinese teacher snorted coldly and continued: "October 14, Qing, I remembered that I went to my grandma's house to play yesterday. There were mountains and streams there, which was so fun. I like my grandma's house very much."

"October 15th, sunny, I remembered that I went to my grandma's house the day before yesterday. There were mountains and streams there, and it was so fun. I like my grandma's house very much."

...

The Chinese teacher threw the homework book on the podium: "Wang Xiaoming, did you tell me what the writing is? Is your grandma's home that fun? Is this what you wrote in your five diaries?"

Wang Xiaoming, who heard the Chinese teacher questioning, said weakly: "But, it's really fun!"

"What?" The Chinese teacher was furious: "Wang Xiaoming, get out of the back!"

Wang Xiaoming looked at the Chinese teacher sadly, picked up the Chinese textbook with a reluctant face and walked to the back of the classroom, standing in this place that was more familiar than his seat.

After school, Wang Xiaoming returned to his seat with no fun and lay down. Hearing the classmates discussing where to go for a while, Wang Xiaoming felt even worse.

"Wouldn't you leave, Wang Xiaoming?" asked his deskmate Han Meimei curiously.

"Let's go, let's go later." Wang Xiaoming rubbed his face boredly against his sleeve, muttering unhappy: "I want to write my Chinese homework first." Wang Xiaoming straightened up dissatisfiedly: "That hateful old man actually punished me to copy the diary 20 times! Ahhh, that's 20 times!!!"

Wang Xiaoming felt that he was going crazy. At this moment, he wanted to run to the Chinese teacher's house to die with him. No, I am a great evil god, how can I die with a reptile? Humph, since I can't die with him, then I will smash the glass of their house! Wang Xiaoming thought fiercely.

"You copy it slowly!" Han Meimei, who also remembered this, smiled, her eyes like crescent moons.

"Okay, you go first, the gloating guy!" Wang Xiaoming glared at Han Meimei and expressed his dissatisfaction, then took out the homework book and started copying...

"Where is Li Sichun? Didn't he always go to school with you?" Han Meimei asked curiously.

"His mother said I was a bad boy and would not let Li Xiaopang play with me again in the future." Wang Xiaoming replied without raising his head.

Although Wang Xiaoming was not concerned, Han Meimei was slightly touched. Then the little girl put her schoolbag back on the table, sat there and took out her textbook to read.

"Yeah? Are you not leaving?" Wang Xiaoming, who felt that there was no movement around him, looked up and asked curiously.

"Hahaha, I'm on duty today! What else can I do if you don't leave?" the little girl tilted her head and chuckled.

"So you are on duty!" Wang Xiaoming nodded, "Don't worry, I'll help you when I finish copying!" After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to struggle.

Walking out of the classroom, Han Meimei looked at Wang Xiaoming with empty hands beside her and said softly: "Thank you for helping me clean."

Wang Xiaoming, who was bored and glanced around, said indifferently: "A small matter, I haven't thanked you for helping me write my math homework!"

"That was you who took away my math homework and copied it myself!" The little girl said dissatisfiedly with her pink mouth, "Wang Xiaoming, you are a fool!"

"Yes, yes, I'm a fool!" Wang Xiaoming responded casually, not taking this sentence to heart.

Han Meimei's eyes rolled when she saw this, then she suppressed her smile and said, "Actually, I forgot to tell you that I have something else to do if I can't do the questions!"

"What?"

"I can't do this teacher's question, I'm Han Meimei!"

"ah!!!"
Chapter completed!