"Teacher Yu, Tianbao is fine, the doctor said he will not be disabled."

"Oh my God, I don't know about such a big thing. My teacher is too dereliction of duty. Uncle, where is your family? Can I go over and see Song Tianbao tomorrow?"

"No, no, I ask Tianbao to adjust it and it will be fine. The doctor said that if he recovers smoothly, he can go back to school as soon as possible. I'm really sorry, I'll cause trouble for Teacher Yu. Look, do I want to write a fake note to send it to school?"

"Okay, please let Song Tianbao have a good rest at home. You can get some stuff done when you come back. I'll see if you want a meeting tomorrow. If you don't have a meeting, I'll come and see Song Tianbao. Song Tianbao is an ambitious child, and we teachers are afraid that he will fall behind."

"No, no, really, no, thank you Teacher Yu."

"It's a must!"

As he said that, Teacher Yu hung up the phone.

“Dududu…”

The grandfather and grandson listened to the busy voice on the phone and coveted each other.

Song Tianbao asked: "Grandpa, what should I do? Teacher Yu is coming to our house!"

Grandpa turned his head and looked at the tall and mighty Song Tianbao, and shook his head: "Hey, you may not even be able to sit in a wheelchair these days. If you really can't do anything, just pretend to be a zombie."

Song Tianbao's eyes widened: "Scam the zombie?"

"Yes, only when you lie on the bed and cover yourself with a quilt can others not see the changes in your body."

“…”

Song Tianbao was completely speechless.

Originally, he thought that being tall and handsome was a very cool thing, but he didn't expect that after grandpa's trouble, it was really not a sacred thing. His extra height and weight this night were like a stolen kitchen knife, and he was afraid that someone would catch him wherever he hid.

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The next afternoon, Teacher Yu Hong came indeed.

She was wearing a white round-necked cultural shirt on the upper body, and still wore a red hip-covered skirt underneath, carrying a lot of fruits in her hands. Because she didn't know where Song Tianbao's home was in advance, she asked Pipilu to lead the way. After several female classmates in the class learned that Song Tianbao was injured, they also spontaneously followed her. Some girls not only bought gifts, but also chocolates and flowers.

Pipilu looked at Teacher Yu's red skirt, and then looked at the flowers and chocolates in the hands of other girls. He felt sour. While digging his nostrils, he said, "Teacher Yu, I was hit by a motorcycle last year and was also at home for half a month. Why don't you come to see me?"

Teacher Yu Hong hated his obscene and impolite eyes, snorted coldly, and said, "Student Lubo, you were hit by a motorcycle last year. Don't you know why?"

Pipiru said: "Why?"

Teacher Yu Hong sneered, then pretended to be light and said: "Because you peeked at the bottom of a girl's skirt when you crossed the street, you were hit by a motorcycle. Do you think, are we embarrassed to see you?"

“…”

After Pipilu's old background was exposed by Teacher Yu, he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and drill into it.

But then again, he was naturally hit by a motorcycle last year because of "appreciating the scenery", but how could a person as flexible as Song Tianbao be hit by a car? Could it be that the day before yesterday, when Song Tianbao crossed the street, he also peeked at the bottom of the girl's skirt?

With this question in mind, Pipilu knocked on Song Tianbao's door.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

Pipilu opened his throat and began to shout: "Tianbao, come and open the door quickly. Don't pretend to be sick. The girls in our class are here to confess their love to you."

After Pipilu said this, four or five girls next to him with chocolates and flowers blushed. Teacher Yu Hong couldn't stand it and gently kicked Pipilu from behind. Pipilu glanced at Teacher Yu Hong's pointed red leather shoes with his eyes, which felt very good. He liked to be kicked by Teacher Yu Hong, and he liked to be abused by Teacher Yu Hong. He told Teacher Yu Hong with a despicable look: Come on, give me another kick!

Teacher Yu Hong rolled his eyes at him: "My heartbroken!"

With a "support", the door opened.

An old man with a face full of vicissitudes of life finally opened the door. He frowned and asked Teacher Yu: "May I ask, were you scolding me just now?"

Teacher Yu Hong's face was flushed and quickly explained: "No, no, uncle, I wasn't scolding you just now, I was scolding him. Uncle, are you Song Tianbao's grandfather?"

Grandpa Song Jiunian nodded and opened the door completely.

Five or six people, led by Teacher Yu, walked into Song Tianbao's house.

Song Tianbao's family is indeed very poor, and can even be called a bare-sized house. The decoration of their house is probably the same as twenty years ago. The wooden floors under their feet are not only seriously deformed, but also some are already broken. There are even a few wooden floors on the corners of the wall that have been burnt. A thick layer of candle oil is piled up on those scorched wooden floors. The thick candle oil is milky white in color, and looks like a miniature, continuous iceberg mountain.

Pipilu walked to the corner and was very interested in the pile of candle oil, so he asked Song Jiunian: "Grandpa, is your family in the candle business? Why did you light such candles?"

Song Tianbao smiled faintly: "These candle oils are all left by Tianbao's naughty way."

Pipilu immediately picked a large piece of candle oil from the ground, put it on his nose and smelled it, and then said in a very obscene tone: "Damn, I didn't expect that our brother Bao tasted so much. He actually secretly practiced at home without hiding it!"

Song Jiunian suddenly became nervous and asked, "What are you practicing?"

Pipilu held the candle oil and laughed: "Grandpa, do you still need to ask? So much candle oil drips on your floor, of course, Song Tianbao is practicing that kind of candle magic skill. However, I heard that that kind of candle magic skill needs to be practiced by a man and a woman."

Song Jiunian was even more nervous: "What is the magical skill of candles?"

When Pipilu wanted to further explain what the "candle magic skill" was, Teacher Yu Hong next to him glared at him fiercely: "Pippilu, stop farting, you know how to speak hooligan all day long."

After Teacher Yu Hong scolded this, Song Jiunian recovered. It turned out that the "candle magical skill" mentioned by Pipilu was actually not the same as the "candle magical skill" he thought. Just now, he thought that Song Tianbao's secret of using candles to refine witches and cultivate qi was discovered by Pipilu in an instant.

The candle oil on the floor was indeed left by Song Tianbao during his practice.

When the witch man tempers his body, he not only strengthens his muscles and bones, but also needs appropriate qi cultivation as a cooperation and guidance. Almost every three days, Song Tianbao has to sit in the candle circle in the corner of the wall under the supervision of his grandfather, meditate once under the supervision of his grandfather. The time for meditation is three hours. Within three hours, Song Tianbao cannot speak and can only meditate against candles. In the long run, a large amount of residual oil will naturally accumulate in the corner of the wall. However, Teacher Yu and the others came too fast this time, and Song Tianbao didn't have time to deal with the residual oil of the candles.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!