Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

Jiang Yike, whose name is Jiuli, is the son of the Demon Lord of the Northern Realm.

Born with a demon body, he cultivated ten levels of demon skills at a young age. After inheriting the position of the lord, he unified the northern and southern realms of the demon realm, and was named the lord of Jiuli.

Now she has transmigrated into a frail little white flower with a small melon seed face as if she hadn't eaten for dozens of days, and will fall down when the wind blows.

Moreover, he was a high school student who slept in class every day, and then failed to do his homework well, and was tragically registered by the class representative.

Jiang Yike supported the sink and looked at his "self" in the mirror, feeling very complicated.

In fact, it's fine to dress as a jerk, but before he inherited the position of the lord, there were devils who were not afraid of death who dared to whistle at him and call him beauty, jerk and so on.

As a result, of course, they were thrown out of the city without exception, and "accompanied" by the hungry and violent monsters.

But why is this man so short?

why? !

No wonder I walked all the way just now, and I have to look up to everyone. Feelings are my problem?

Jiang Yike thought about the current situation. He opened his five fingers and then clenched them again, gradually adapting to the feeling of powerlessness and weakness in his body.

His own ten-level magic skill faded completely, but a little weak cultivation followed.

A wisp of mist-like black air seemed to respond to his whispered call, and gradually gathered from the air.

The black air wrapped around the five fingers, like black vines spreading upwards along the ivory white pillar, with a bit of evil spirit.

It just didn't last long, and the black air weakly melted into the air, and disappeared in an instant.Jiang Yike even thought he could see the black people waving their short hands and chirping, "Goodbye~~"

Jiang Yike: "..."

Feeling more and more irritable, he took a deep breath, turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face to calm down a little.

As a result, when he looked up, he saw the person in the mirror looking at him.

The tips of the ink-colored hair were a little wet, and there were still drops of water dripping from it.Fragments of light dazzled in the pitch-black eyes, gloomy and gloomy reflecting a bit of unhappy mood.

No matter how you look at it, how sad! !

Jiang Yike was so furious that he punched the mirror directly.

The sound of Ling Lie whizzed by, and five fingers slammed into the mirror with a loud bang.

however--

The mirror was unscathed, still clear and bright, reflecting a bit of white light.

Jiang Yike took his hand back bitterly, frowned and blew, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

Master Mozun turned around silently, touched the backs of his fingers that were aching, and slipped out of the bathroom very aggrieved.

He walked in a hurry, not paying attention to the slight "click" sound from the mirror behind him.

With the place he hit as the center of the circle, the cracks spread like a spider web, layer upon layer, covering the entire mirror in an instant.

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Master Mozun was in a very upset mood at the moment. With a dark face, he followed the clues in his memory and walked all the way back to the classroom, but was stopped halfway.

He looked at the hand in front of him, looked up dissatisfied, and saw a boy with dyed yellow hair leaning against the wall.

The yellow-haired school uniform was covered with strange patterns with marker pens, and he wore several silver rings of different sizes on his hands, and he smiled at him: "Hey, isn't this bean sprouts?"

Beans, sprouts, vegetables? !

Huang Mao made a gesture to reach out to pat him on the head, but Jiang Yike opened it.He glanced at Huangmao, his eyes were stained with contempt and disdain, and there was a biting chill in his voice:

"Do not touch me."

— If you don’t want to die.

What's the matter with this kid?Huang Mao didn't care about the bursts of pain coming from his abdomen, his eyes sank on the boy who passed by, and he clicked his tongue impatiently.

Jiang Yike didn't bother to care about him, he strode into the classroom and returned to his seat just before the bell rang.

But the teacher hadn't come yet, and no matter how hoarsely the class representatives tried to maintain order, the classroom was still noisy.

Jiang Yike tore off the chain of his schoolbag, took out a textbook with a shiny cover, and placed it on the table.

The name of the deskmate was Lu Yao. He lay lazily on the table, but he was somewhat curious about his strange new deskmate.

Seeing that the corners of Jiang Yike's eyes were red, as if he had been greatly wronged, he asked hesitantly, "Jiang Yike, why are you crying? Are you okay?"

Jiang Yike: "..."

I didn't cry, I punched the glass with a punch, it hurt! !

But you can't tell the truth, can you?The majestic Mozun punched the glass with a fist, but the glass was intact, but his own hand hurt like hell—it was too embarrassing.

Jiang Yike coughed twice, slapped the table and pointed to the podium, and said coldly, "Listen to the class carefully."

Lu Yao: You who have been in class for three days and slept for three days are not qualified to speak of me.

The mathematics teacher, surnamed Du, is not only responsible for teaching mathematics but also the grade teacher.As soon as he came, there was a sudden silence in the classroom, and no one had the courage to continue talking.

Jiang Yike bent his fingers and tapped on the textbook, and followed Teacher Du's instructions to open the textbook.

It's not good for the original body to sleep all the time in class, Master Mozun thought, let me study hard on your behalf!

Then, he slept through the day.

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No wonder Lord Mozun, this modern classroom is too hypnotic.

The voices of the teachers were clear at the beginning, but gradually became blurred, soft and low, like a lullaby, and passed into the ears leisurely.

Lord Mozun was quite energetic at first, but he was completely dazzled by all kinds of mathematical formulas that he couldn't understand.

The PPT that kept cutting pages gradually melted together, forming a white halo, and then he fell asleep completely.

Even though the teacher spoke passionately, Jiang Yike didn't move at all, lying on the desk and sleeping so dimly.

Until the bell rang after school, the boarding students who stayed behind were going to have dinner, and then came back for evening self-study; the day students packed their schoolbags and prepared to go home——

Only Jiang Yike was still sleeping soundly on the table.

The deskmate Lu Yao sighed, supported Jiang Yike's shoulders and shook vigorously: "Hey, wake up, school is over this afternoon."

Only then did Lord Mozun wake up slowly, and opened his sleepy eyes to look at the sky that was about to darken.

Jiang Yike stretched his waist, yawned and said, "What time is it?"

Lu Yao: "...it's already 05:30, aren't you going home?"

Jiang Yike rubbed his eyes, and casually threw the math textbooks that had been on the table all day into his schoolbag.With his schoolbag slung across his shoulders, he walked out of the classroom with other students.

Lu Yao followed with his schoolbag on his back. He followed Jiang Yike's footsteps, leaned forward and asked, "Hey, Jiang Yike, where do you live? How about we go together?"

Jiang Yike squinted at Lu Yao, understanding that this deskmate probably wouldn't pose any threat to him, so he shrugged casually and said, "Songtao Pavilion."

"What a coincidence," Lu Yao grinned, "Nearby, let's go together."

Lu Yao is completely nonsense, the villa on the hillside where the Lu family lives is very well hidden, and it is thousands of miles away from low-end residential areas like Songtao Pavilion.

But the third young master of the Lu family thought that his new deskmate was a bit of fun, and he didn't bother to go home, so he followed Jiang Yike with great interest.

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Although Nancheng No. [-] Middle School has done a good job of security measures, there are places outside the campus that the school can't take care of.

On the street just behind the school, there are all kinds of shops, from stationery stores and boutiques, to barbecue shops and hot strip kiosks that are popular among students, all of which cater to the huge market of students.

Jiang Yike was attracted by the crackling sound of the barbecue, he grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and leaned over, watching the barbecues in a daze.

Lu Yao took out his wallet and pulled out a few banknotes: "Come, I invite you."

Jiang Yike was not polite, and pointed to the food he wanted to eat.While the two were waiting for the barbecue, a provocative voice suddenly came from behind:

"Hey, aren't these bean sprouts?"

Turning his head, he saw that Huang Mao, whom he met in the corridor before, was standing behind him, followed by a few boys who looked about the same age.

They avoided Lu Yao tacitly, but walked up to surround Jiang Yike in a few steps.

Jiang Yike raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Huang Mao was a head taller than him, with his hands in his pockets, leaned over and looked at him with a smile: "Bean sprouts, I heard you are very arrogant today?"

"Want to fight?"

As he spoke, Jiang Yike pulled the strap of his schoolbag, unloaded the bag and threw it on the ground.

He directly opened the zipper of the schoolbag, revealing a complete set of five-year simulated three-year college entrance examinations, and even a few Huanggang secret volumes.

Huangmao & the other punks: "..."

Then, they watched the little dwarf who always had a gloomy face suddenly raised his head, he snapped his fingers, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Like the light breaking through the night, scorching and translucent.

He said, "Come on."

The author has something to say: Jiang Yike: See if I don't beat you to death.

Mirror: What did you say?