The next morning, the two brothers of Zhang Jidong ran to see the tragic situation of Yang Baosong's family. They were also surprised. They thought they were scaring the family, but they didn't expect that they almost scared the whole family to death.

Zhang Jiling was so nervous that if this matter was discovered, wouldn’t the two siblings be sent to jail?

Zhang Jidong was very calm and spitted a mouthful of phlegm at Yang Baosong's house: "I deserve it!"

Zhang Jiling quickly pulled his brother to a remote corner, looked around and saw that no one was there, and then said to his brother in a low voice: "Brother, this matter is getting big. Don't tell others that you did this, do you know?"

"Am I that stupid?" Zhang Jidong looked at his sister in confusion.

"It seems to be." Zhang Jiling laughed. The younger brother looked stupid, but he seemed to have never done anything he suffered, unless he was a person.

"Let's go to class." Zhang Jiling pulled his younger brother into the classroom.

When he arrived in the classroom, Zhang Jidong habitually leaned over the table. Before he could even lay on the table, he felt a pain in his thigh.

"What are you doing? I didn't mess with you." Zhang Jidong said aggrievedly.

"You sleep at school every day, and I don't have any face in front of someone else. Do you think you have messed with me?" Zhang Jiling said.

"Sister, I'm sleepy. I'm short and can't grow tall if I don't have enough sleep." Zhang Jidong said.

"Don't make excuses. The teacher said that sleeping for eight hours a day is enough. If you sleep like this, you will only become lazy the more you sleep." Zhang Jiling said.

"Which teacher said it?" Zhang Jidong asked, letting me know which one it was, and seeing that I won't let ghosts go to death at night, I'll scare you to death.

"What? I can't tell you anymore? Do you want to beat my sister together?" Zhang Jiling glared.

"I can't beat it either." Zhang Jidong said.

"You mean if you can beat me, then I will fight together?" Zhang Jiling immediately grabbed the handle of the conversation.

Zhang Jidong is too lazy to talk. Are you just trying to find an excuse to beat me? Come on, you can beat me. Go back and I will make a scapegoat talisman on the puppet. If you beat me up at that time, it will be like scratching it.

Zhang Jiling raised his hand and prepared to beat him. He pushed it into the air and hesitated again. This guy had a little bit of mind recently. If he is strong in the future, will he really beat me? Forget it, I won’t beat him today.

"You are lucky today. I'm in a good mood and won't beat you up. Be honest and don't sleep." Zhang Jiling said.

"Sister, you'd better beat it. I'll have a good sleep after being beaten." Zhang Jidong said sadly.

"Why are you so unpromising?" Zhang Jiling said.

Xu Guangming walked into the classroom: "This class is a picture class."

The number of primary school teachers is limited, and it is very common for a teacher to take several classes. For example, Xu Guangming is both a Chinese teacher in Zhang Jidong's class, a physical education teacher, a music teacher, a picture teacher, and a natural teacher. So the class is also very casual. He wants to learn Chinese when he wants to learn Chinese, and he wants to learn music when he wants to learn music. If he has something to do at home, he even takes a physical education class for one morning, so he lets students play on the playground for one morning.

As soon as the class bell rang, Zhang Jidong was like setting an alarm. When he was at this point, he would fall asleep. However, today's sleepiness was interrupted by Zhang Jiling, and he kept yawning, and his eyes were yawning and tearful.

Xu Guangming said: "Let's draw rain today."

After saying that, he drew a cloud on the blackboard, with lightning flashes in the clouds, and then some raindrops were drawn.

"You can draw according to the drawings or imagine yourself. After class, the study committee member collected the picture book, and today's homework will be used as the picture exam this semester." Xu Guangming said and walked out of the classroom.

In fact, classes like art, music and sports are the most popular among students. Isn’t it better if the teacher leaves? Zhou Qingyong and several naughty students immediately cheered and were playing in the classroom.

As a result, Xu Guangming killed a shot and shot back: "Zhou Qingyong, I know you guys like to make a name for themselves. If I hear your voice later, don't come to my class. Last time I went to your house for a home visit, I explained it to your parents clearly that as long as you violate discipline, you will be fired."

Zhou Qingyong immediately lowered his head, looking honest and pitiful than anyone else. He was really afraid. He was not afraid of Xu Guangming expelling him, but he was afraid that his parents would break his legs. Last time Li Maozhong and Xu Guangming went to his house for a home visit, his parents not only promised that Zhou Qingyong would expel him as long as he violated discipline again. At the same time, he also warned Zhou Qingyong that if you cause trouble for your family, you would break his legs. The old bastard Zhou Ganquan prepared an elm stick as thick as an arm and placed it on the top of Linglong bed.

Looking at Zhou Qingyong's pitiful appearance, many people in the class laughed.

Zhou Qingyong stared at him one by one, but it was useless at all.

The two brothers and sisters Zhang Jiling smiled the most, especially Zhang Jidong, who was smiling while holding his stomach.

"Teacher Xu, Zhang Jidong goes to bed every day." Zhou Qingyong immediately advertised Zhang Jidong's darkness to Xu Guangming.

"I know. But he never affects others." Xu Guangming said.

Zhou Qingyong was stunned. You said it very well. Zhou Qingyong also wanted to take revenge when he went to bed in class, but he really couldn't sleep. He couldn't sit still.

"Sister, do I have a picture book?" Zhang Jidong felt a little interested today.

"Yes, but you have the full talisman." Zhang Jiling tore a page from her picture book and handed it to Zhang Jidong.

Zhang Jidong thought that it was raining in the sky, and water vapor should be gathering. Is there a water gathering talisman in the sky? When Zhang Jidong was painting the water gathering talisman, he had that wonderful feeling. So when he was painting the clouds, he cleverly merged the runes of the water gathering talisman into it. It looked like a random cloud depicted.

Unfortunately, Zhang Jidong has never been exposed to the runes of lightning. If the runes of lightning are fused into this lightning, the lightning drawn may appear more vividly.

"Brother, what are you drawing? The clouds you draw are not similar to those of the teacher. But they look better than those of the teacher. It's like it's really raining." Zhang Jiling looked at the rain he draws with his younger brother, and always felt that there was something incomprehensible in the painting.

Zhang Jidong smiled and felt that it seemed good to take a class seriously.

He didn't think so in the second class. The second class was a mathematics class taught by Li Maozhong. In the first and second grades, arithmetic was basically enough by counting fingers. When he was in the third grade, he was not enough with toes. For Zhang Jidong, this kind of abstract thing was the most brain-intensive. So he hated taking mathematics classes the most.
Chapter completed!