Mother Earth is divided [Honghuang]

Saturday.

No. [-] Middle School in K City, a teaching building in the high school.

"Hello, teacher!" Jiang Tang took Mother Jiang's arm and bumped into Old Li head-on, she hurriedly said hello.

"Jiang Tang." Old Li nodded to her, with a rare kindness on his face, and his eyes were full of praise for her: "This time the results are good, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and keep it up."

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Mother Jiang: "Mother Jiang Tang, please come inside, the parent meeting will start soon."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Li." Mother Jiang smiled at him.

After the two nodded to each other, Lao Li headed towards the office, while Mother Jiang and Jiang Tang entered the second class of high school together.

Parents' meeting Parents' meeting, as the name suggests, this meeting is for parents, not for students.

The space of the second class is not very large. If all the students and parents are allowed to stay in the classroom, it will inevitably appear crowded and messy. Therefore, after the parents are brought into the classroom, the students will leave the class in twos and threes. Find a place to stay.

"It's here." Jiang Tang led Mother Jiang to her seat, and after she sat down, said: "Mom, I'm going out first."

"En." Mother Jiang responded casually, her gaze slowly moving around the class.

It wasn't too early or too late when she and Jiang Tang arrived at the class. At this time, about half of the seats in the second class were occupied by parents, and the remaining half had obviously not arrived yet.

Mother Jiang raised her hand to check the time. Considering the remote location of some students' hometowns, the parents' meeting was scheduled to start at 31:[-] am on Saturday, and it is now [-]:[-]... Well, there are still others to wait.

She glanced at the stacks of test papers, textbooks, exercise books, and draft paper on Jiang Tang's desk, and silently took out her phone.

Unfortunately, Jiang Tang's behavior was the same as Jiang's mother. She and Han Yuewen made an appointment to go to the playground together, but Han's father had just arrived at the school gate, and Han Yuewen went to meet him. Jiang Tang had to wait for her in the corridor for a while.

"Yang Jian, this is?"

Just 2 minutes after turning on the phone, Jiang Tang heard Old Li's voice, and she hurriedly looked up.

I saw Old Li Tou, Yang Jian, Sun Wukong and an unknown man standing on the side of the corridor. The four of them stood facing each other with different expressions.

From Jiang Tang's perspective, she clearly saw the confusion in Old Li's eyes.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong are new classmates who have just transferred. Old Li has never met their parents before, but... this person is too young!

If it weren't for Yang Jian's excellent performance on weekdays, Old Li would have wondered if this is the "parent" he hired.

"Mr. Li, this is my master. You can call him Dazheng." Yang Jian introduced Lao Litou and Daoist Yuding to each other: "Master, this is my head teacher, Teacher Li."

Old Li: "?"

He already had question marks on his forehead, but after hearing Yang Jian's introduction, the confusion in Old Li's eyes could almost turn into reality: "...the real person?"

What real and fake people!Mess!

Yang Jian closed his eyelashes slightly, and said without any emotion in his voice, "Teacher Li."

Obviously he just called out the position of Old Li Tou, but Old Li Tou seemed to have heard some long explanation, and suddenly said: "Oh, I'm sorry, the teacher forgot about you—"

He silently swallowed the second half of the words, stretched out his hand and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, and said enthusiastically to the real person Yuding: "The real person looks like a fairy! No wonder he can teach Yang Jian to be so extraordinary and refined." Quiet and steady apprentice!"

Yang Jian:"……"

Real Man Yuding: "..."

The rainbow fart came so fast and furiously that people were caught off guard.

Fortunately, Old Li didn't need two people to respond. He turned his attention to Sun Wukong: "Wukong, where are your parents?"

"Ah?" Sun Wukong folded his arms and leaned against the corridor. He was enjoying watching the fun, but when he was caught by the cue, he said in a surprised tone, "Mr. Li, I just transferred to another school."

He has only been in the No. [-] Middle School for a few days. If he was not afraid of Nuwa's nagging, he would not have come to the school today.

Old Li disagreed: "The main purpose of the school's parent meeting is to understand the situation of each student, cooperate well with the parents, and teach students in accordance with their aptitude. You just transferred here, and the parents should not be absent... balabala..."

Old Li, who had turned on the preaching mode, could not easily be interrupted. As he chanted longer, Monkey King's face gradually distorted.

How can there be someone who can talk better than those bald donkeys!

Old Li talked for seven or eight minutes at a stretch, until there were more and more people in the corridor, he stopped with unsatisfied intentions: "It's too late to let your parents come to school now, how about this, I will make an appointment with your parents during the winter vacation Come visit your house sometime."

Monkey King: "?"

Old Li thought for a while, and added: "You came at an unlucky time, and you just missed the final exam... I will bring a few sets of papers, test your basics by the way, and make a study plan for you."

Sun Wukong: "???"

Listen, is this a human language? !

He looked extremely reluctant: "No, Mr. Li, I, my family is very busy."

Old Li looked serious: "Nonsense! No matter how busy you are, you can't ignore your child's study! This year and a half is very critical for you, no matter how you say it, your parents have to spare a few hours and half an afternoon."

Sun Wukong: "..."

His eyes gradually became hollow, and he lost hope for life.

--lose!Policy!up!

——If he had known this, he might as well not have come at all.

Seeing Sun Wukong's sluggish aura, Jiang Tang, who was eavesdropping, tried his best to control his expression, almost laughing like a rooster crowing.

Hahahaha I'm sorry but it's really funny!

Fortunately, Sun Wukong doesn't like to listen to the voices of people around him, except he doesn't activate his ability of "knowing the world's affairs". Otherwise, he would definitely start to jump at this time.

On the contrary, Yang Jian looked at Jiang Tang several times, with an expression of indescribable helplessness.

City L, an apartment building.

Unlike the cheerful (?) atmosphere of No. [-] Middle School, there is a dead silence here.

Although the doctor judged that Hong Zhiyuan's face was not contagious, he looked too disturbing to the city's appearance - ugly, disgusting, and emitting a peculiar smell, which made people shy away.

His boss was so generous that he gave him a few days off at one time, and asked him to return to work after he had fully recuperated.

Hong Zhiyuan didn't know how he survived these two days. He was like a ghost, wandering back and forth in the small apartment of less than thirty square meters, afraid to go out, dare not look in the mirror, and dare not even touch it with his hands. touch your own face.

What makes people even more desperate is that although he didn't feel any pain before being reminded of the abnormality on his face, after witnessing his own tragedy, he felt severe pain on his face all the time. He couldn't eat, drink, wash... He couldn't do it. In just one day and two nights, Hong Zhi lost a full 4 kg, and even his back was bent.

In the middle of the night, Hong Zhiyuan stared straight at the emptiness with his eyes open. He lost consciousness very late, and he couldn't tell whether he fell asleep or passed out in the end.

Therefore, he did not get up from the bed until almost noon today, and because he hadn't eaten much, his steps were extremely vain.

why?

Why did he become like this?

Why did he become like this? !

Hong Zhiyuan thought for a long time, but he didn't know if it was because his face hurt too much. His brain cells seemed to go offline collectively, and he couldn't think of anything.

Get up... go to the bathroom... eat...

Hong Zhiyuan walked numbly in this small apartment like a robot with a fixed program.

pain.

Heart-piercing pain.

It was too painful and disgusting, especially when eating. In a burst of pain, the food slipped into the esophagus with a disgusting smell of corruption. If Hong Zhiyuan was not too afraid of death, Hong Zhiyuan really wanted to It's done.

and many more!

When Hong Zhiyuan swallowed the liquid food with difficulty, he suddenly remembered one thing - what was he doing when Huang Siqi reminded him that his face was rotten?

As if he was scolding the dog owner.

It seems, it seems that he also scolded a small anchor who suddenly had a lot of traffic on the Internet!

Because Hong Zhiyuan often turns into a brainless keyboard man on the Internet, many times, he doesn't know why he scolds, and he doesn't remember who he scolded. Cowardice turned into vicious words, firing at Two-dimensional strangers.

At this time, it has only been a day and two nights since he left a message under Nuwa's video, but he has completely forgotten what he said and the content of the video he scolded.

Hong Zhiyuan paused for a moment, a strong intuition urged him to put aside the food on the table, picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the software for surfing the Internet.

Not this, not this, yes, yes... this software!

He followed his message and clicked into the video, and pointed at the progress meter to pull it to the end.

Jingyan fairy!Mouth sores!

Hearing Nuwa's voice, Hong Zhiyuan's expression kept changing, first full of anger and malice, then slowly replaced by fear.

Go to hell... hell!Does this mean you will die?

Hong Zhiyuan nervously raised his right thumb and kept nibbling on his fingernails, even the severe pain on his face couldn't stop him.

what to do?He doesn't want to die!

No, he had to find a way... a way.