Settled in high school, mainly anti-customer

The air in the morning is comfortable and clear, in the clear morning light; the crisp birdsong opens a new chapter for a beautiful new day.

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

At this moment, Zheng Zheng, the official principal of the college and the third member of the board of directors, is standing by the pond of his school with a dull face; looking at the "vision" in front of him.

The familiar poetic and picturesque small pond has disappeared; the mallard ducks that are as beautiful as emerald green have also been reborn, and have changed their appearance.

What catches the eye is a large blue water pool, with blue waves sparkling on the water surface; the pink and white lotus flowers beside the rockery are like swaying girls stretching their branches and leaves.

Then, a group of snow-white ducks combing their feathers by the rockery appeared.

They are all white and round, and their duckbills are light yellow that makes people feel good when they look at them. Their "quack quack" is very crisp, and it sounds like laughter.

None of this matters.

The most confusing thing for Noctuma Zhengdao is that at the left edge of the water, a wooden foundation was built at some point.

The entire foundation is square and square, showing a rectangular shape; the color of the wood is fresh, and there is a pleasant woody fragrance in the air.

"..."

Night Moth Zhengdao silently stared at the square foundation, then raised his head slightly, staring numbly at the pine forest carefully cared for by successive principals in front of the left.

At this time, in the dark green pine forest over there, two-thirds of the tree groups were brutally attacked by shaving their heads; the towering branches were exploited into tree stumps that were not as tall as a child, and stood bare on the spot one by one, as if A piece of lonely tombstone; is complaining sadly to the night moths about their experiences.

As the saying goes, wool comes from sheep.

Looking at a shaved pine forest, the night moth is looking at this outstanding freshly baked foundation; a bitter and depressed mood emerges leisurely, making him speechless for a long time.

"Principal, don't look at it,? Let's have an ice cream."

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded just beside Noctua Masamune; breaking the embarrassing silence.

Ye Mozheng heard the sound and looked around, and saw Gojo Satoru wearing a snow-white shirt and black eyepatch; the lower half of his handsome face was full of smiles.

He held two cream ice creams in his hand,? He ate one for himself, and? He handed one to Noctuid Zhengdao.

"...Has Liu Sang been sent back?"

Night Moth took the ice cream in a sad manner, and spoke in a vicissitudes of voice; even the pair of old sunglasses couldn't hide the melancholy and decadence on his face.

"I just sent her back, and Nitzi is washing and changing her clothes—huh,? Just now I saw Ji sitting on the bed with a blank face, as if he just woke up."

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru was very interested, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"Ji's expression is super interesting, he doesn't say anything; it's the kind of sitting on the bed with lingering fear, watching Nitro comb Meifeng's hair in a daze—"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Noctua said rightly: "... Wasn't Ji taking care of Liu Sang yesterday? Why did he just wake up when you passed by?"

The principal's tone was still calm.

But the heart has been turned upside down.

Mr. Thorn... how can you sleep?Isn't it really good to take care of the sick?

Do you know what the school's pine trees have become?

IMHO, this is at least half your fault!

"Okay~ Calm down, it has nothing to do with Thorn, nor is it his responsibility."

Seeing Noctua Moth Zhengdao's complexion, Wujo Wu guessed that he was a little unhappy; he quickly waved his hand and acted as a commentator.

"When the nitrate arrived, Ji was in a state of drowsiness, the kind that couldn't be woken up no matter how much he screamed; and he was in a mess and looked very miserable, as if he had been raped."

At the end, Wujo Wutiao had a smile on his face that did not conform to the teacher's morality, with a hint of schadenfreude; his voice was also full of ridicule.

"...Nani?"

When Noctua Zhengdao heard it, his eyes widened.

WTF?Being raped?

Still lethargic?

"Wu, what nonsense are you talking about? Be serious; treat a young man..."

The headmaster frowned, feeling that this was very inappropriate.

They are all teachers, the boss is not young; why are you still teasing the students so openly?A man and a woman, or sex?Really want to □□who□□who?

"Old Antique, boys are also very dangerous in today's society, okay?" Gojo Satoru retorted dissatisfiedly.

"It's not important. Let's talk about it later. How to solve the problem in front of us now?"

Night Moth took a bite of the ice cream, and pointed blankly at the changed pond ahead, and a group of white ducks swimming happily.

"The foundation comes from trees. I just asked someone to measure it. The foundation is very deep and is made of pine wood. I just checked the water quality in the pond and there is no problem... The source can still be traced... But how did this duck go? What's going on?"

Having said that, Ye Mo Zhengdao felt a pain in his heart.

There were no animals in this pond. After he took office, he specially introduced a batch of excellent mallard ducklings from China, and raised them from childhood to adulthood; they were cared for in the pond as ornamental ducks.

After a night of disappearance, these ducks were albino as if they had been irradiated by some ghost, and two were missing.

Liu Sang is said to be a construction artist, and he can understand changing ponds and borrowing wood to lay foundations—but what is going on with these white ducks?

Is it possible that constructors can rebuild biological genes?

If so, this is no small matter!

"Don't think about it, teacher."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes under the blindfold.

The man squatted down, waved the wings of Wei Jiang, dimpled the curtain, knocked hard, and stood up, pointing the struggling "quack quack" duck to the right path of the night moth, and showed it to him.

"Look, this mouth, this duck foot; the breed is different, obviously not the delicious meat duck like the Chinese mallard~"

Gojo Satoru said while holding the duck.

"It's not meat duck!!"

Ye Mo Zhengdao was poked at a sore spot, and seriously refuted Gojo Satoru.

Although he later learned that the ducks in China are raised for food... But he really likes those ducks!He even made several felt dolls for the ducks, ranging from baby to adult!

"Okay, okay, it's not a meat duck, it's an ornamental duck, it's an ornamental duck."

Gojo Satoru was extremely perfunctory.

"What I mean is that the change of the ducks is not due to external force. Rather, the entire duck group has been completely replaced."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

The headmaster was silent for a moment.

"...Where will those mallard ducks go?"

This school is so big, where do you think Liu Sang will put the prostitutes?

"I don't know, but the chances of finding it are not high."

If you can't find this school, then it must be gone.

Meifeng's hands-on ability seems to be very strong now, she might kill the ducks and find a place to bury them casually.

Ordinary girls in the blooming season will not kill ducks casually.

However, Meifeng, who dressed like a mental patient in the middle of the night, chopped people with an ax, tore up the weight and hung up the lie, maybe.

From Gojo Satoru's point of view, the group of ducks is probably more ominous than ominous.

"..."

The headmaster looked a little sad.

The six-eyed five-job Satoru, who is proficient in everything, said so, so this group of ducks probably won't be able to come back.

Unexpectedly, the felt dolls he made for the ducks turned out to be their last tombstones.

Ye Mozheng said: "...Then how did this group of white ducks come here?"

"We can only wait for Liu Sang to wake up."

Wujo Wu spread his hands, he himself didn't know where Meifeng got so many rare Cole ducks.

"However, the main question now is... what about the foundation and the pond?"

The man finished eating the ice cream in his hand, and looked tentatively at the noctuid.

"..."

The headmaster's face darkened.

"Let's not worry about the pond for now. The person who contacted the construction team will tear it down later."

Gojo Satoru: "...Is this good?"

He also wanted to see what Meifeng was going to do, but he was a little disappointed to dismantle Wujo Wu just like this.

"There is nothing good or bad. This is not within the scope of the school's architectural planning. When the education supervision department comes to inspect, it will definitely be difficult to say." Ye Mozheng explained everything coldly, and left expressionlessly.

It seems that the resentment of twelve mallard ducks is still lingering on the vicissitudes principal.

Wutiaowu: "..."

At this time, the headmaster didn't know what kind of disaster his decision had brought to the entire school's pine trees.

……

"Wow!"

Liu Tiantian slept refreshed, and rolled up from the bed.

"Tiantian, I made beef soup, get up and drink some."

Liu Ma's virtuous voice sounded outside.

"Okay, mom, serve me a bowl."

Tiantian grabbed the headband by the head of the bed, and tied a ponytail with her wrist flexibly; she got out of bed, put on slippers, and walked out of the room lightly.

Although she has woken up, Tian Tian is still indulging in a dream where her homework is extremely smooth.

I haven't had such a cool dream for a long time.

"Mom, do you know what I dreamed about last night?"

When she went out to see Mother Liu at the dinner table, Tian Tian couldn't help sharing with her the experience of dreaming last night.

"Damn it! I had a dream yesterday that someone asked me to save someone, and I waited for forgiveness by the way-I was on horseback with an ax all the way to kill and kill, and I just waited for the foolishness to be bad."

Picking up the soup bowl, Tiantian couldn't help but start bragging.

"Damn it, good guy! That bad guy was hung on an iron hook by me like a Beijing roast duck! It's like killing a pig during the Spring Festival, it's so cool!"

Mother Liu: "..."

Tiantian didn't notice her old mother's increasingly strange and disgusted eyes, and continued to describe the glorious deeds in her dream.

"Hey, I have to say, I didn't have a good time until the end; at the critical moment, a white-haired man came from somewhere, couldn't see clearly, and saved the person I wanted to save; also Jiayi locust was dried to death, his brains are all fucking Type it out for me!"

At the end, Tiantian hammered the table in grief and indignation!

"Stupid!"

Finally, Mother Liu couldn't stand the look of a big man with a foot.

【bump! 】

Mother Liu put the bowl on the table angrily!

"□□What are you dreaming about all day long, bastard! Mom compares with a little girl and a family of idiots all day long, can you change it! Accumulate virtue in your mouth! Don't talk to your goddamn father Learn nonsense!"

"Oh."

Tiantian picked up the soup bowl expressionlessly and started to drink the soup.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-20?16:47:09~2021-04-23?19:05:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Huangquan Bubro, five bells seven seven seven seven seven seven, one dingding car;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!