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The cicadas outside are still screaming crazily, summer is not yet approaching, the school is already extremely hot, the classroom without air conditioning, the teacher on the stage is telling something.

This is a history class, talking about various customs of ethnic minorities, everyone is drowsy, and no one will notice the gloom under the heavy eyelids of the history teacher.

The window was opened a crack, and the wind squeezed in from outside was very comfortable. The squad leader opened the window, wanting to feel the cool wind.But her actions attracted the attention of the history teacher. The history teacher walked by, and the cool wind passed through him. Unfortunately, the cool wind already had a disgusting sweaty smell.

The monitor frowned displeasedly, but the teacher was also in front of him, and he didn't dare to cover his nose.But this expression was obviously misinterpreted by the history teacher. He said angrily to the monitor: "Squad monitor, get up and answer this question."

The squad leader was confused by this question. She was scrolling through Weibo just now, and didn't listen to the content at all, let alone answer such weird questions as 'nine dogs and one mastiff'.

The students were also awakened by the sound, and looked at the class monitor who was called with interest, watching the class monitor's delicate face getting redder and redder.She lowered her head and tried to find the answer from the books. After searching for a long time, she couldn't find it at all.

This answer is beyond the topic.

Suddenly, a notebook was handed over, and the squad leader subconsciously wanted to take it, and then suddenly remembered that he had changed his deskmate.

She quickly realized who her current deskmate was. The monitor's eyes were wide open, and she stepped back a few steps in horror as if she was afraid of something. She completely ignored the pain that came from her body. That flushed face turned pale the next moment.

By the way, she just changed seats this week, so she had to be at the same table as Wu Ya according to her ranking.

The history teacher was frightened by the monitor's action, but after looking at the monitor's deskmate, he finally realized why the monitor's reaction was so big.

The monitor's current deskmate is Wu Ya, nicknamed Crow.

Not only because Wu Ya's clothes are all black, but also because it is said that anyone who meets Wu Ya will be unlucky, so the students secretly gave Wu Ya such a nickname.

Naturally, there should be more or less derogatory elements.

"Forget it, Wu Ya, you answer this question." The teachers naturally knew about this.

In the boring education circle, you will hear some gossip more or less, which student's family is the richest, which student smokes, drinks, and falls in love early.And there are countless words from Wu Ya, the most famous one is that she killed the whole family.

Wu Ya nodded, and finally spoke. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she had an indescribably uncomfortable feeling, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Several students were awakened and covered their ears, just because they didn't want to hear Wu Ya's unpleasant voice.

But she herself didn't seem to care at all, she lowered her head and said slowly: "Nine dogs and one mastiff means that in order to get the best mastiff, ten young mastiffs of the same age are often put in a pit and let them fight each other." until the last one is left."

The history teacher nodded and motioned Wu Ya to sit down with the monitor, then he cleared his throat and continued to add: "There is another saying that there are only eight supply points for Tibetan mastiffs."

The students booed the history teacher's euphemistic remarks constantly. He was obviously the Oupai of the Tibetan mastiff, but what supply points were they talking about? !Do you think they are all sophomores in vain?

But the teacher didn't care, and continued to add with a longer tone: "When the Tibetan mastiff gives birth to nine cubs, that is to say, there will always be one mastiff that can't eat supplies, then this cub will eat its eight cubs." In the end, brother, it will eat its mother and become the mastiff of mastiffs."

"It's terrible, cannibalism." A female classmate couldn't help exclaiming.

"It's not a TV drama, but I must be the one who survives to the end." A male student stood up, looking at the front row where the monitor was.

But the class monitor obviously didn't notice, she kept staring at the history teacher's back pace.Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, took out a pencil from the pencil case, and then secretly threw it on the ground.

The pencil rolled and landed impartially in front of the stage where the history teacher was walking. The history teacher who was about to walk backwards to the stage was unprepared and stepped on it abruptly. He was startled and grabbed the pencil next to him randomly. The table supported his own weight, but those books couldn't support the weight of the history teacher, and he fell over together with his whole body.

The back of his head slammed into the podium, and quickly slid down along the podium table, the white surface was dotted with bright red.The classmates screamed in fright, and the monitor who was the culprit turned pale with fright. She knew that she had caused a catastrophe.

"How to do!"

"Oh my god, isn't the teacher dead!"

The class is messy.

Wu Ya stood up indifferently, and this slight movement frightened several people nearby. They looked at Wu Ya, as if they wanted to vent all their anger on Wu Ya.

"It must have been done by the crow! Broomstar!"

"Squad leader, get away from her."

The squad leader didn't speak, she watched Wu Ya go out, and hurriedly followed.

"What are you doing!" The monitor thought Wu Ya was going to make a small report to the teacher.

Wu Ya's footsteps stopped, and finally raised her lowered face slightly, pointed to the classroom, and said in an ugly voice: "If you don't ask for help, he will really die."

The monitor was a little surprised by Wu Ya's actions, but he was still worried, and followed Wu Ya to the teacher's office.

Soon someone was found to help, the students were forced to stay in the class, and the head teacher was asking what happened in the class.

"It's all crows! She cursed the teacher!"

"Yes, just now Wu Ya was going to curse the squad leader."

The students vented their malice on Wu Ya, but she lowered her head and said nothing.The monitor next to him was extremely nervous, for fear that Wu Ya would tell what he had just done.

Fortunately, Wu Ya didn't say anything, or in other words, she was used to human beings attribute all bad things to her.

The matter eventually went to the dean's side.

The teaching director is a serious old woman, wearing a pair of glasses, her eyes are sharply swept across, she wants to see through Wu Ya in front of her, but for some reason, after meeting those eyes hidden under her bangs, she feels shuddering .

This student was very weird, and she was a little scared by the weirdness.

But in the face of teaching the teacher, she still bite the bullet and said: "Don't worry, as long as you tell the truth, we will be tolerant."

This was the last sentence the monitor heard, and then he watched the dean shut himself out.The door blocked half of the sound, so she couldn't hear anything.

This education will probably take a long time, and the monitor leans against the wall, thinking whether to go home first.But thinking of the serious consequences of her prank just now, she gritted her teeth, turned into a nearby corner, and called her parents.

"Well, Mom, I'm going out to play with my classmates today, um... don't worry, I'm fine." The monitor decided to stay.

While talking, she heard the sound of the door opening, she poked her head out to look, only to find that Wu Ya had walked out from the Academic Affairs Office.

"Mom, stop talking, I'm going to play." The squad leader hurriedly hung up the phone, trying to ask the dean about something, but found that the dean was standing at the door watching Wu Ya leave.

The originally stern dean had a little more humility in his eyes, as if he was not looking at an ordinary student, but her master.

Such a contrast made it even more incomprehensible for the monitor who was afraid of the dean.

But even so, the monitor still pretended to be passing by and walked past the dean. At the corner, he quickly ran over and shouted in a low voice, "Wu Ya."

She grabbed Wu Ya's arm excitedly, but felt that her clothes were terribly cool, and vaguely, she seemed to be able to see the red light flickering in her eyes.

The squad leader was frightened, and then he remembered the things about Wu Ya that the students had circulated, for example, it would be bad luck to meet her.But now, the squad leader's hands are completely grasped.

Wu Ya didn't seem to have any feeling about this, she pulled out her hand, and walked slowly towards her eyes.The squad leader came back to his senses and wanted to continue to catch up, but a boy had already stood in front of her and said quickly, "Squad leader, I have something to tell you."

"Is there anything you can talk about tomorrow, I have something urgent." The class monitor wanted to catch up anxiously, but was pulled back by this boy again, leaned closer to her and whispered, "It's about the history teacher."

The squad leader froze, trying to act naturally, but the expression on her face had probably frozen.

The boy showed a satisfied smile, and continued to add: "If you don't want to hear it, I'll tell the teacher."

The monitor had no choice but to nod reluctantly.

Wu Ya has long since disappeared, but now, it seems that there are more than one person who discovered her prank.

"I saw you dropped your pencil, but I didn't say...and left it all to the crow."

The class monitor listened silently until the boy finished chirping. She took a deep breath and raised her head, "What do you want? Money?"

The boy's expression was obviously very hurt, but he still squeezed out a smile, "Although my family is poor, I still don't need this, I...I want you to associate with me."

As he spoke, his face flushed red.