Konoha big guy

Chapter 5 The first day of school (3)

"It's 15 centimeters, teacher." Ding Ding's powerful voice echoed repeatedly in the silence.

At the moment after answering the question, Ding Ding only felt that the whole person was sublimated.This feeling of answering doubts and showing oneself, ah~ Is this the feeling of an outstanding student?Is this... what I've lost?
Ding Ding suddenly wanted to cry, this outburst of emotion seemed to have no reason, he had never been so sentimental in two lifetimes.So he tensed his muscles, widened his eyes, and forced back the tears.

But in the eyes of others, it was Ding Ding who stared fiercely at the teacher after answering the question.

The teacher in charge of the class felt the fear of the students just now, swallowed his saliva, and paused for a while: "No, it's very correct. Little Ding Ding's answer is very correct. It's great~ Everyone applauds him!"

Sparse applause followed.

"..." Ding Ding was silent for a moment, and began to think about going back to ask someone how to skip a grade.

The idea of ​​skipping grades flashed in Ding Ding's mind, and he still focused on the class itself.

Although the knowledge taught by the teacher is extremely simple, the full-time teacher who teaches children has long developed the habit of exaggerated and ups and downs. It sounds funny to adults, but to Ding Ding's ears, it is like light music, which makes people feel at ease.

Happy times are always short.The bell rang for the end of get out of class soon, and the teacher didn't even assign homework, so he seemed to run away.

For the whole class, the person who sat in the middle of the back row facing me didn't seem to be paying much attention the whole time, and just looked at me with half-smile eyes.Although he knew that it was indeed a student, but looking at that face, it somehow made people feel that he was about to be cast into cement and sink into a lake tonight...

After class, Iruka came over again.

In the time of one class, he has completed the mental construction.

He ignored all of Ding Ding's differences from ordinary people, raised his head and reprimanded Ding Ding's behavior of sitting on the bench just like he was scolding other students.

He asked Ding Ding to straighten the chair, and found a writing board for writing, promising to solve the problem of tables and chairs in the next two days.He also persuaded Ding Ding to make more friends.

Before the class bell rang, Iruka patted him on the shoulder and said gently: "If you encounter any problems, come to me."

Feeling the warm chakra, Ding Ding sighed sincerely: "You are a good teacher."

Iruka looked at Tintin's ferocious face, and instinctively trembled. Obviously, he was not as calm as he appeared, but he still kept smiling, and after a few words of encouragement, he fled back to the podium superior.

The class bell rang, and Iruka began to teach how to refine chakra.First grade chakra refinement, second grade meridian movement, third grade seal seal, these are all the key points of the extremely strict assessment of the ninja school, if you fail to pass, you will be dismissed.

But this is still useless to Tintin.

The age for ninja children to refine chakra is much earlier than the age of admission to ninja schools. Their secret family has been exposed to medicinal baths since full-term in order to refine chakra with special properties. Usually they have chakra since they can remember. carat.

Ding Ding is even more special. He was born with chakra, and refining chakra has long been an instinct like breathing and heartbeat.Even most of the time, he needs to devote his energy to suppressing it, and Ding Ding thinks that his obviously excessive deterrence is also related to this.

Although most ninjas do not have the ability to perceive chakra, ninjas who have lived and died for a long time can still vaguely feel the danger of chakra agitated people.It is a pity that because refining chakra is soluble in instinct, as long as Ding Ding is in a state of agitation or unconsciousness, he will over-extract chakra.

Even so, Ding Ding still didn't show any impatience. He listened with great interest and kept memorizing things in his hands until the end of school at noon.

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Fourth grade at noon

Naruto rested his chin on the table, with a shriveled wallet beside him: "Uh... I really want to eat ramen."

As he said that, his stomach began to growl, and he reluctantly took out the last remaining rice ball from the table hole: "There is still half a month left, how can I live like this?"

Not far from him, Shikamaru held his own lunch box, looked up at Choji who was still eating potato chips, and couldn't help being surprised: "Where's your lunch box?"

"Ding Ding will bring it to me." Ding Ci said vaguely, his eyes narrowed, feeling the touch of potato chips being crushed on the tip of his tongue.

"Ding Ding? That monster brother of yours?" The pig, deer and butterfly clans are very close. The sons of their patriarchs often gather with their parents, and they are very familiar with each other.

"Don't say that, he won't be happy when he hears it." Although he said so, Ding Ci's tone was very soft, and he didn't even open his eyes.

"He's coming to school? That's right, he's already six years old." Shikamaru couldn't help but began to calculate the various sensations that Tintin's arrival would cause, "Ah, it's so troublesome."

Ding Ci didn't care about Shikamaru's words, all his mind was put in the bag of potato chips in his hand, just now he deliberately picked out all the two halves and broken potato chips one by one, leaving only A perfect potato chip that was intact and even dipped in seasoning.

He licked the crumbs around his mouth, and opened his small eyes that were shining brightly: "This is the last enjoyment!"

But before he stretched out his finger, a shadow suddenly struck and snatched his bag of potato chips from above.

"Who is it!" Ding Ci turned his head abruptly, and the brilliance in his eyes even drew a streak of light.no matter who!Can't take this last piece out of my hand...

"Oh, it's you, Ding Ding." Ding Ci tried his best to put on a smile, that's all right.

Ding Ding rolled the bag of potato chips in his hand into a ball, accurately threw it into the trash can in the corner of the classroom, and reprimanded in a low voice: "You're eating this kind of unnutritious junk food again, O'Neill sauce."

As he spoke, he passed the bento in his hand forward: "Fried big fat meat with tiramisu, and milk tea if you're thirsty. This is what the Qiudao family should eat."

Hearing this, Shikamaru couldn't help but tighten his facial features, revealing the expression of an old man on the subway.As Choji's best friend, he has eaten these foods that the Akimichi family has introduced in the past few years, and he is already tired of eating each of them alone, but they even match them together.

Ding Ci took the bento silently, but he thought it tasted good.On the contrary, Ding Ding, the developer of these foods, never eats them. On the contrary, Tiantian Qingcai Tofu is not as light as a member of the Qiudao family.

After handing over the bento, Naruto also came over at this time: "So the brother you mentioned is Choji."

Ding Ding turned around and lifted another bento in his hand: "Brother Naruto, I brought you one too, do you want to eat together?"

Naruto was taken aback when he heard this, and then nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

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(End of this chapter)