[Comprehensive] Classic Doll Breeding Manual

Wu Song was very happy to accept the friendship between the boys, and he could just copy a copy at that time. The head teacher didn't say how many words he wanted, so Wu Song planned to copy a medium number of words, too few words, so the head teacher couldn't feel his perfunctory. There are so many words that Wu Song finds his hands tired.

Lin Daiyu is in music class, the last class before school. Knowing that the children are eager to return home, the school specially chose an easy class for them.The teacher sat in front of the piano, looked at the music book, and taught the students to sing word by word.

Lin Daiyu looked at the illustration on the music book, it was a picture of a house built on a tree.The music teacher sang a note and looked down. "Why doesn't classmate Daiyu sing?" Lin Daiyu is the girl she likes the most in the class, and she can see Lin Daiyu's figure at a glance.

"I'm sorry, teacher." Lin Daiyu moved her eyes to the lyrics, and the music teacher waved her hand: "There is no need to apologize."

Zhuge Liang was in an art class, and the art teacher arranged a landscape painting.Zhuge Liang quickly finished the drawing and began to practice the Olympiad questions.The art teacher heard Xiaoliang talk about Zhuge Liang's situation, so he turned a blind eye and didn't care about Zhuge Liang's behavior.

Zhuge Liang was humming a song at the back table, held up a watercolor pen, and daubed on the white paper.Zhuge Liang's ears were filled with the piercing sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper, without stopping.The tune of the singing at the back table was not pleasant, Zhuge Liang rubbed his temples, forget it, he'd better read a math book for a while.

Xiaoliang was in a good mood. After returning to the company for a while at noon, he received a business deal.Seeing Xiao Liang's expression, the other teachers smiled and said, "What good happened to Teacher Liang?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Xiao Liang's various side jobs are all hidden from others.The female teacher said slyly: "Could it be that you have found a girlfriend?" Xiao Liang's conditions are considered good, but Xiao Liang is the only single man in the whole office. Looking at it now, I think he has found a girlfriend.

Xiao Liang blushed, and hurriedly said: "No, no." The female teacher covered her mouth and said cheerfully: "Okay, okay." Xiao Liang has a good temper. Her son is already in junior high school, and he is about ten years older than his son. years old, it is inevitable that Xiao Liang will be regarded as a younger brother.

The other teachers in the office roared with laughter. They all understood that Xiao Liang was young, but the young man was just embarrassed.

When the elementary school was over, Zhou Ye went to pick up Zhuge Liang and Lin Daiyu.Zhuge Liang and Lin Daiyu were waiting at the school gate, and they were talking. "There is a manual homework today." Lin Daiyu said, Zhuge Liang tilted his head, manual homework?

"Liangliang, Yu'er." Zhou Ye appeared in front of them, took Lin Daiyu and Zhuge Liang's schoolbags, Zhou Ye was stunned, Liangliang's schoolbag was heavy again!

Looking at Zhuge Liang's thin back, he said, "Did the teacher assign a lot of homework?" Zhuge Liang is only in a few grades, so it's impossible to say that the schoolbag is full of homework.

Zhuge Liang remembered that he hadn't told Zhou Ye about his participation in the Olympiad. He originally wanted to give Zhou Ye a surprise, "some arithmetic exercise books."

Zhou Ye opened the car door and said, "Don't be tired." Zhuge Liang nodded. He had controlled his daily study time, after all, he didn't want to wear glasses.

Tang Seng was a little envious when he heard the bell for the end of primary school. He wanted to go home and see his father soon, but he was still on duty after school.

"Hey, the manga has been updated here." The elementary school bell rang, and the third period of their junior high school was over. Tang Seng's deskmate immediately took out the manga book. He just bought it today and had no chance to read it.

The voice of the deskmate attracted many students in the class, and said anxiously: "Really? You finished reading, can you lend me a look?" The deskmate generously agreed.

"San'er, do you want it?" The tablemate asked Tang Seng, but Tang Seng pursed his lips and remained silent.Tang Seng's deskmate is a carefree boy who likes to read comics and some Two-dimensional things, likes to make friends, and likes to give his friends some strange names, such as his San'er.

The deskmate pushed Tang Seng's arm with his elbow, and said, "Don't be embarrassed." The deskmate liked Tang Seng very much. He was quiet, hardworking, and it was so easy for him to copy homework. Desk has the same temperament as him, and doesn't like to do homework.The most important thing is that Tang Seng doesn't like to read comic books very much. In the past, when he read comic books, his deskmates would always compete with him. They obviously belonged to him. After borrowing them, they would often mess up his comic books. tattered.

Tang Seng is a very polite boy, and all the classmates and teachers in the class know this.For several reasons, Tang Seng is the person he is most willing to share in the class.

The opponent made a move directly, and Tang Seng couldn't ignore it anymore. "No need. Well, can you stop calling me San'er?" Tang Seng's name in class is Tang Sanzang.

The deskmate paused, isn't San'er a good name?

"Then Xiaosan?" The tablemate asked back, Tang Seng's mouth froze, the name Xiaosan was worse than San'er, and he preferred San'er, at least there was no ambiguity.

At the same table, I went to read his comics.When the story reaches its climax, the students who have read the preface are so excited.

The next class is English. Tang Seng looked at the English words. He remembered that in the last class, the English teacher said to write the words silently.The deskmate next to him was still reading comics and reminded him.The deskmate didn't take it to heart at all. If he couldn't keep silent, he would scold him a few times at most. If it was more serious, he would be punished for copying English books several times. He no longer took these punishments seriously.

Tang Seng didn't understand the calmness of his deskmate, so he lowered his head to recite English words.The English teacher stepped on the stage in high heels, looked down for a week, and uttered a devilish language: "Whoever can't write by dictation today, the parents will call me in the evening." Today, she only has one English class, and she simply uses it for dictation or correcting it.

The tablemate was stunned at the beginning, but his mother had a rather violent temper. If the mother at home knew that he failed in dictation in English, he would be scolded.Thinking of my cousin, who suffered from various training classes because he failed an exam, he was finally afraid.

"San'er, save me!" The tablemate was tearful, and almost knelt on the ground and hugged Tang Seng's thigh tightly.Tang Seng sighed, unable to bear the pitiful look on his tablemate, and agreed to show him when he wrote silently.

With the help of Tang Seng's friendship, the tablemate had no tragic ending.Seeing the classmates behind him take away his dictation book and hook Tang Seng's neck, I was very moved. It is really lucky to have such a deskmate.

Even though the tablemate didn't say a word, Tang Seng still had goose bumps all over the floor, and there was a chill radiating from his feet.

The English teacher moved a chair and asked the students below to borrow a red pen to correct the English book. "You guys preview the text first, and you are not allowed to write homework for other classes in my class." The words of the English teacher calmed down the students who were about to move. They knew from the seniors and sisters above that this English teacher was a bit stalking. of ability.

After the English teacher approved the first dictation book, he sent someone to upload it. This classmate was very miserable. As soon as he came up, he approved a very poor copy of the dictation book, and he couldn't escape the English teacher's scolding.

Seeing the horror of the English teacher down below, everyone was so frightened that their hearts were beating wildly.The English teacher will ask the owner of the dictation book to come up with each batch, whether it is good or bad.This English teacher also has a horrible behavior, he will ask his classmates to test their grammar.

Tang Seng was fidgeting at the same table, and he didn't know a few questions from the English teacher above.Tang Seng looked calm. His class was different from those who deserted. They all listened well. As long as the English teacher's questions did not exceed the outline, he would probably be able to answer them.

The English teacher approved Tang Seng's dictation book. Looking at the delicate English letters, the English teacher's complexion improved a lot.Tang Seng stepped forward and stood beside the English teacher.

"The silent writing is very good." Probably the English words gave Tang Seng an impression. The English teacher was very polite to Tang Seng and asked him a simple grammar question before letting him go.

Tang Seng's deskmate gave Tang Seng a thumbs up and sighed: "You are super powerful." Among so many people, only Tang Seng was the calmest.

"Ah? Great?" Tang Seng, who thought he had answered a simple question, didn't think he was so good.The deskmate pushed Tang Seng's arm, "Brother, I'll go later." Tang Seng's bottom probably belonged to him.

As expected, the English teacher called his name.The tablemate walked out immediately. When he copied Tang Seng's English, he was skillful. It was impossible to get everything right. He deliberately made several mistakes, but he was guaranteed to be stuck on the passing line.

The English teacher didn't make things difficult for him. According to his performance in class, it's good to be able to do this silently, so he just said a few words to correct his mistakes and let him go directly.

The tablemate went down as if he was relieved, but he was too happy, stepped on the loose shoelace and fell down.There was a cry of pain from the ground, and the English teacher who was serious about critiquing the dictation raised it up: "What's wrong?" The deskmate twisted his face and hissed, "Teacher, I'm fine."

The classmate next to him pointed to the back of his deskmate's clothes. When he fell, he accidentally caught the hook outside his desk. When he fell, the hook opened a hole.

The tablemate twisted his waist to look, Xia Tian was wearing thin clothes, if the clothes were torn, then he could only go out of school like this.In the summer, there is no one with a coat, so there is no way to ask for help.

The opening is neither big nor small, but a lot of meat can be vaguely seen.The deskmate was blushing, and after school was the peak population period, it was too conspicuous to go out like this, and he would become the target of everyone's gossip tomorrow.

Seeing that he was fine, the English teacher said, "Be careful." The deskmate covered his back and returned to his seat in embarrassment. There was the sound of clothes being torn.

Realizing this, the deskmate quickly straightened up.The students behind covered their mouths and snickered, wondering if they were stupid.Tang Seng wanted to lend him a coat to cover it up, but he didn't bring it today.

Fortunately, there is a girl next to the same table, the kind of girl who is said to go to school with needlework.Seeing the savior at the same table, he was embarrassed to ask the other girl to help him sew clothes, knowing that it would cause her trouble.

The girl borrowed a needle and thread, and the deskmate put on the end of the thread with difficulty, but the end of the thread still couldn't get into the needle hole, so she cut a new incision with small scissors, and finally got it through.

Tie a knot at the end and the tablemate is ready to start sewing.It's just that he can't take off his clothes in public.

The boy behind him proposed himself, took the needle, and was eager to try.

"Oh!" Within a few seconds, the needle pricked his clumsy hand, and he could only hold his bleeding fingertips in his mouth.

Seeing this, Tang Seng couldn't stand by and watch, he still hoped that the other party's fingers could live until tomorrow.