The vixen's journey through time

Chacha, she was snickering in her heart. She put her hands on the desk and admired the panic she created.

I saw that all the female classmates who were cute, arrogant or rude before were hugging their female classmates in fear.

If your tablemate is a man, just move closer to each other and talk to comfort him.

What about Gu Yinuo, who doesn’t have a deskmate? He looked at Chacha on the stage, then at the empty seat to his right, and hugged his arms forcefully.

snort! He wasn't afraid, he was just tired from sitting, so he hugged himself and rested for a while.

Also, why did Jiang Cha’s alluring little cherry mouth say such horrible things?

"Ants and locusts generally do not enter people or the human body. They are aerobic organisms. Generally, they cannot survive in an oxygen-free environment after entering the human body. So, Jiang Cha, what you just said... Anyway, this This statement has no scientific basis!" Feng Yasong's whole body felt weak.

However, she still mustered up the courage to say these words, not only to refute Jiang Cha, but also to convince herself.

right! That's it! What's so scary? She's not scared at all!

After comforting herself, Feng Yasong simply leaned her whole body on the table and answered two questions in a row. She seemed a little tired!

right! That's it, she's not afraid!

Chacha...

Hahaha……

What should I do? I suddenly feel that these classmates are quite cute! It seems that I won't be bored in the next period of time.

"Sorry, I scared you. In fact, as classmate Feng Yasong said, there is no scientific basis for this!"

All the students: I’m so sorry! Who wants your apology?

Feng Yasong: Is it a matter of scientific basis? This is simply a horrific incident!

Gu Yinuo: Jiangcha, please let me go! My child is afraid...

Xu Qingzhi: How could there be such a cute girl?

"What else do I want to say? What other insights do I have?" Chacha looked like she was thinking seriously, but it frightened the classmates in the audience.

All the classmates: The devil! Please be a human being! We have also "returned our evil ways" and will not bully you again!

Huang Mao: Classmate Jiang Cha, if the kick you had before was not enough, I can give you another kick. Of course, if you can, please be gentle with your feet, don't kick so hard, don't kick so far, and refuse to fly. If, if you are still not satisfied, then I will dye the iconic yellow hair back on my head.

From now on, Huang Mao is no longer yellow-haired, he wants to be his black-haired self! ! !

"Oh! I remembered it, me! I also know that wheat knows oats, and I can distinguish the relationship between garlic moss, garlic seedlings, and garlic. I have seen the clouds and mist in the mountains and forests in the early morning, listened to the tinkling of the streams flowing through the hills, and witnessed the villagers' enthusiasm. Motivation, joy in seeing the few smokes above every house when returning from stepping on the dirt..."

"The world is so big that we can only see one side of it for a long, long time. It tells me that the world has too many sides..."

"The world is very small, as small as our eyes can see, small enough that we can stay in the same classroom for a very short time. It tells me that we will all die..."

Suddenly, Chacha straightened up suddenly. With her eye that was not covered by her hair, she asked these classmates, who were already in ups and downs of mood: "So, dear classmates! Please tell me! What does it mean to be literate? How? Is that considered knowledgeable?”

"Is it being dropped off by a special car in the morning and picked up by a luxury car in the evening? Is it eating Australian dragons, sipping red wine and wearing gorgeous dresses? Is it the frivolity left in the wind while riding a motorcycle, competing in a racing car, and driving a yacht? Is it the travel around the world that leaves behind A series of enviable photos..."

"Yes! I have to sigh, some people are born in Rome, but are there any people who are willing to be born as cows and horses?"

"Oh! I guess there must be some people muttering in their hearts that I am a hater of the rich! If I talk about the past, I am doing a poor job! If I talk about the present, I am a fan of the authorities! If I talk about the future, I am just daydreaming!"

Don't tell me, there are actually people who think so, and the look they look at Chacha has a special meaning, as if to say, "Isn't it?" "No matter what I say, it can't change the fact that you are a poor and a country bumpkin!"

Chacha took a look, hey! With my bad temper, it seems I need to come up with something real.

"Well, how about we make an agreement?"

With that said, Chacha turned around neatly, and quickly and boldly wrote the word "Jiang Cha" on the blackboard. When she faced the audience again, the chalk had been thrown into the chalk box without fail.