"Student Xu, where is today's homework?"

A stern voice spread throughout the classroom, saying it was a question, so it would be better to call it a roar.

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Xu Yang supported the table with both hands, tilted his head and slowly raised his head. He saw an old face distorted due to anger.

"Um……?"

It is now 10:30 pm, which is also the fourth class for "Qiuquan Chacha Middle School". Our student Xu is obviously still in a state of confusion. He read the novel all night last night.

"I haven't done my homework anymore, right? It seems that you don't want to continue studying anymore! I'll call your parents now!"

Xu Yang rubbed his mouth very carefully, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said lazyly: "Who said I didn't do my homework? Isn't it just creating poetry by myself?"

In response, the teacher's shrill roar: "Then read out your homework!"

The magpies silently...

Finally, when the teacher was about to roar again, Xu Yang stood up. He looked around the classroom and found that most of the students were staring at him with jokes. Only a few best friends quietly signaled with "unbearable" eyes. The meaning was clearly saying: Brother, don't embarrass yourself if you admit your mistake.

Xu Yang coughed a few times in front of everyone, and thought it was brewing for a long time...

"The United States is full of mad soldiers, and blood is drifting from thousands of miles away. Looking inside and outside New York, the ruins are vast; under the White House, you immediately flee. You dance to battle axe, I use cold guns, and Emperor Allah is trying to compete for the higher level. The oil is so scarce, which attracts countless heroes to fight."

Xu Yang quietly opened his eyes and looked at the teacher who was trembling with anger. He chanted louder and gradually became so called suppressing rhyme when he read aloud. Judging from the situation, he had completely entered the supreme state of selflessness.

"I regret Aldolph, and his efforts failed; Hideki Tojo, the souls of two bombs disappeared. A generation of geniuses, brother Laden, only knows how to fly a plane and hit the World Trade Center."

A giggling sound slowly appeared in the classroom, but the sound of the ruler being twisted was the most arousing, which made Xu Yang turn his head suddenly to look at the teacher. However, he did not stop because of this. The teacher often taught: Doing things must have a beginning and an end!

"All of them are finished, so I'll see the romantic figures..."

A ruler was thrown on Xuyang's desk, and a 'pa' sound came, and the teacher's even more shrill roar came: "Shut up!!!" The extremely angry voice was filled with a tremolo, as if the next moment; the teacher would vomit two liters of blood and faint.

Xu Yang rolled his eyes innocently. He firmly believed that this teacher over 50 years old had no Internet habits, so he could definitely get away with reading poems that were circulating on the Internet. It might be because the limerick was too excellent, which caused the teacher to tremble excitedly, and his blood vessels were congested due to excitement. Haven't you seen it? The teacher's forehead was blushing, and his body was too excited and his whole body was trembling?

"You...you...too..."

"It's so excellent! I know. Teacher, do you want to drink water and take a break? Are you too excited?"

"I...I...day..."

"Understand, students fully understand your mood. You can use the poems and essays that students read as a blackboard newspaper for this issue."

"I said...say...day...day..."

"Yun? Your mother? Teacher, you said that human nature is good, and civilized people cannot turn into dirty things."

The teacher's mouth was trembling, his eyes turned pale, and his body, which was standing on the desk, was about to slide down.

"The students misunderstood what you mean? Are you trying to say: Sunrise in the east and will never defeat me? My dear teacher, I am not my buddy saying you, why do you want to castrate yourself if you are not good men?"

Xu Yang really didn't mean it. He wanted to run over and straighten the teacher who was about to get mad, just because the teacher held the table and kept sinking. Moreover, the teacher's face turned a little blue, and it seemed like there was a tendency to suffer a stroke.

Looking sideways, countless classmates quietly raised their thumbs and looked admiring, only to shout out loud: Brother is a talented person, I can’t do it. I’m not as good as me. I’m not as good as me. I’m not as good as me. I’m not as good as me.

The classmate's encouragement made Xu Yang's guilt that had just risen. He began to feel that he had not made any mistakes, and he seemed to have the urge to recite a few poems.

"Sir Xu, you are too much! Why don't you apologize to the teacher quickly!?"

The class monitor stood up and presided over justice. He was also a 14-year-old kid. The class monitor always acted very maturely. Not only did he learn well, he was also a famous student of the three good students. He had left his seat and ran over to support the teacher, and stared at Xu Yang with anger.

"Why...ah? Why bother!"

Xu Yang was heartbroken, and his childish little face was full of regret. In fact, he wanted to beat the squad leader for a long time, but he had no chance. The preacher said that everything was explained in advance that he was following the emperor's will. This class monitor was good at everything and learned the preacher's style very well: Wow! I followed the teacher's will, wow kaka... Those who believe in me will get full marks in the exam!

It seems... the voices of criticizing Xu Yang are increasing. Most of the female students in the class are members of the "United Front". They are fragile and their literary criticism has no lethality.

A female classmate who believed in religion really took out the way to spread the gospel, took out a small cross from her neck and pointed it straight at Xu Yang. In the eyes of this female classmate, Xu Yang was more hateful than a demon and more terrifying than Brother Arden. At least two experts would not often make the teacher angry and vomit blood at such a young age.

"Oh..." A sigh dispelled the noisy scolding.

Xu Yang had a guilty expression on his face and bowed deeply to the teachers and the soldiers of the "Unified Front" until everyone turned their attention to him. He suddenly looked up at the ceiling with a sad face, as if he could look straight into the sky through the steel and concrete. That posture and expression seemed to be really repenting sincerely, and his mouth was constantly muttering as if he was muttering something.

"What is he doing?" someone asked.

"That's the genius!" Of course, someone will answer.

Xu Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at the great warrior of the Unified Front. Of course, the teacher was the leader of the Unified Front at this time. At this time, the teacher seemed to have regained his anger, but he was too lazy to scold Xu Yang anymore, and his appearance seemed to be completely numb.

"Teacher, all the students. I know I'm wrong, please forgive me!"

The teachers and the great warriors of the Unification Front were stunned. This was the first time Xu Yang had a serious apology in a year.

"To express my apology..."

The teacher was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and signaled that he could stand alone. He felt inexplicably relieved. A year ago, Xu Yang was not as naughty as he is now. At that time, Xu Yang had excellent academic performance, respecting the elderly and loving the young, and was a famous genius child in the province. He said that, and his IQ was amazing. He could be used to describe Xu Yang a year ago. However... after that accident, he traveled to Germany before World War II! What did that come? Oh... it's hard to describe! The genius child in the eyes of all teachers and students in the school suddenly changed. The so-called naughtiness is to describe Xu Yang's performance, even worse,

The teacher interrupted Xu Yang's speech and said dryly: "Student Xu, just know that he was wrong. Please take your seat..."

Xu Yang bowed again, still with an apology. He apologized to the teacher again and took over the topic just now: "In order to express my apology, I am willing to read the poems I created seriously."

The teacher's eyebrows began to shake, his face changed, and he nodded hesitantly.

Waiting for the classroom to resume order, Xu Yang slowly walked towards the podium. He smiled apologetically, turned around and picked up the chalk, and wrote two words on the blackboard: Tiger and Wolf

The teacher nodded secretly in his heart. He had always admired Xu Yang's chalk calligraphy very much. He took advantage of Xu Yang's rest and turned his head to look back, and quietly made an encouraging expression.

The word "Tiger and Wolf" is just a title. Xu Yang waved his arm and wrote it down: The sunset fell into dusk, and the remaining flags were on the battlefield; the hero sang horses, and the remaining armor conquered the world. He sang Han style and the remaining travelers surrounded the dangerous walls.

Xu Yang found the whole classroom quiet, turned his head back again, and found that the students' eyes were always looking at the lines of words on the blackboard. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, so he simply put down the chalk and turned around to read aloud, and his voice was soft: "Sighing, when will the soldiers be gone, the women's family be alone..."

Suddenly, the young and tender voice became loud, not at all the sound a 14-year-old child should have.

"The power of heaven is the war! Is the war a treacherous way?

The outer slave stepped on the iron hooves, and the Shenzhou was angry! The emperor defeated King Zhou, and the people were determined!

What is the meaning of the people’s soul?

One hundred thousand soldiers, bravely conquered and sang bloodily! The strategy is the only one who can dominate our clan!

Sigh lightly...

The sound has passed and is in decline.

Where is loyalty and righteousness now? Sincerity is like quicksand!

The man who dyed the battlefield was a man who swung his sword and drank his enemy's blood! Our clan had been glorious for five thousand years, how many soldiers were there? The Han Dynasty was no longer here, and the Tang Dynasty had become empty...

When will it go?!

Those who intoxicate gold and silver are cowardly!

The barbarians deceive us, the weak soul!

What can you do if you keep improving yourself!

Drink spirits together and expand your territory!

Let’s step on the rivers and mountains together and destroy the enemy chiefs!”

OK? Or not? Anyway, there was no applause, and even less praise. Xu's back instantly hunched down. He smiled angrily, and then walked towards the door of the classroom as usual. The place he stayed the most every day was not in the classroom, but in the corridor of the teaching building.

The teacher called out: "Student Xu?"

Xu Yang didn't look back and walked straight forward: "I understand, I will stand until the get out of class is over, and I won't do any small moves."

The teacher wanted to say something, but the words became a question: "Are you sure that the lilac poem was created by yourself?"

Xu Yang raised his hand very casually and shook it, and his figure disappeared at the corner of the door...

The teacher wondered: "What does shaking your hand mean? Yes? Or not? I have to go out and ask clearly."

He had just raised his right foot and stepped out when suddenly there was a loud "bang" sound, and the sound was like thunder. The wall at the corridor at the door collapsed in a loud "bang". Fortunately, there was no one there, otherwise it would have been buried below.

【Freeframe】

【Replay】

【Lens debugging location in the corridor at the door】

【Protagonist: Xu Yang】

【Supporting role: Bolt from the Blue】

[Narrator: Evil will be retribution]

【Additional: The time has arrived】

【Victim: Xu Yang】

[The final scream: I'm going to travel through time again...]
Chapter completed!