Rebirth and daily cultivation

Chapter 302 Miraculous Method

So, do chickens have athlete's foot?

The answer doesn't matter.

As soon as this question came out of his mouth, Wu Xiaoqi immediately regretted it.

Because Pang Jiao was biting the chicken feet a beat slower.

That beat was so obvious that Wu Xiaoqi's heart seemed to slow down.

The time and space around her seemed to have stopped. Pang Jiao's big mouth was filled with broken chicken claw bones. Wu Xiaoqi could see the numerous white bones.

And Pang Jiao, who was about to turn away the cannibalistic gaze.

How he wanted to turn back time.

There was once an opportunity to sleep well, but he didn't cherish it.

If God gave him another chance, Wu Xiaoqi swore that he would never say those words to this strong woman.

If there is another deadline, he will never say anything in his life.

It's a pity that life is an irreversible game, just like Wu Xiaoqi's three-pointer on the basketball court.

Drop the ball without regrets.

After all, Wu Xiaoqi's thoughts couldn't move faster than time, and Pang Jiao's huge head turned around.

Pang Jiao swallowed the chicken feet in her mouth. She raised her phone and slammed the table angrily.

"Boom!" A loud noise shook all directions.

Wu Xiaoqi's hair was struck by the air wave.

The classmates who were close almost jumped out of fright!

"Ah!" Yu Wen and Jiang Yanan screamed, weak and helpless, which made Dong Qingfeng soften.

Even Chen Qian at the front, his hand holding the pen, was trembling slightly.

Wu Xiaoqi watched helplessly as a small crack opened on the surface of the solid wooden table. That was not a crack, but an abyss that was about to explode.

He held the basketball in his hand tighter. Only in this way could he bring some comfort.

Monitor Huang Zhongfei stood up from the podium and looked over. He took a deep breath and asked:

"Pang Jiao, what's wrong with you?"

Pang Jiao stared at Wu Xiaoqi: "He just found trouble with me!"

Huang Zhongfei: "What do I want from you?"

"I was eating chicken feet, and he asked me if the chicken had athlete's foot. Monitor, do you think I should slap him?" Pang Jiao said in an unforgiving manner.

Pang Jiao's words, as expected, caused a stir, and whispers could be heard in the class.

Wang Longlong exclaimed: "Xiao Qi is so brave today, he actually dares to provoke Pang Jiao."

Guo Kunnan said: "Indeed, he usually doesn't dare to let out a fart in front of Pang Jiao."

Everyone still remembers how arrogant Wu Xiaoqi was when he was transferred to Class 8. He was holding a basketball in the back row and shooting, creating a mess and making people complain.

As a result, Wu Xiaoqi has restrained himself a lot since becoming his deskmate with Pang Jiao.

"Evil people must be tortured by evil people." Guo Kunnan sighed.

Song Sheng, who was next to Wu Xiaoqi, was studying. He had just been analyzing a difficult math problem. He was halfway through his thoughts when Pang Jiao suddenly interrupted him, causing him to fail.

Song Sheng was not good-tempered. He exited the learning mode and said unhappily:

"Isn't it just a joke? How can you get so angry?"

"Besides, the chicken doesn't think you have a bad mouth, so you're still worried about its athlete's foot?"

He came up with a personal attack.

So scolding! Wu Xiaoqi felt comfortable. At this moment, he even felt that Song Sheng was his biological brother.

Pang Jiao was furious. She pointed at Song Sheng and scolded: "You damn fat pig!"

Song Sheng's expression changed instantly.

Zhang Yifei jumped out and said, "Song Sheng, didn't my dear sister just say something to you?"

"Look at your face, it looks like you dug coal."

"Why don't grown men have any bearing?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yifei's face was full of pride. This is the art of language. The sisters must be impressed by her.

Song Sheng was first scolded by Pang Jiao and then scolded by Zhang Yifei. He was holding back his anger.

Who is he? He is Overlord Song Sheng!

Song Sheng stared at Pang Jiao's huge body and cursed: "You are the fat pig, you damn fat pig, you are heavier than me!"

Pang Jiao hated being told about her weight most in her life. She opened her mouth and said: "Fuck you, I'm not as heavy as you!"

Song Sheng: "You are heavier than me!"

Pang Jiao: "You are important, you are important, you are important!"

The two once again conducted long-distance bombardment across Wu Xiaoqi.

Wu Xiaoqi was in a dilemma like the sandwich in a sandwich biscuit. Suddenly, he felt blessed and asked: 'Am I okay? ’

Song Sheng and Pang Jiao were scolding each other fiercely. Zhang Yifei, who was on the side, stepped in to help from time to time. The whole classroom was filled with the noise of the three of them yelling at each other.

Monitor Huang Zhongfei stood on the podium, completely helpless, his voice had long been drowned out.

In the south of the classroom, Bai Yuxia silently took out her earphones. She elegantly untied the earphone cords, stuffed them into her ears calmly, and continued reading.

Chen Siyu, her deskmate, was not as aware as she was. She watched the fierce battle attentively.

Someone in the back row was fishing in troubled waters and shouted: "Fight, fight!"

“A gentleman moves his hands but never talks!”

The scolding battle between Song Sheng and Pang Jiao miraculously did not go astray, and still revolved around obesity.

At this time, Cui Yu exploded into a small universe and shouted wildly:

"I know who's fat!"

As soon as he said this, Song Sheng, Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei all looked at him.

The focus of the class is Cui Yu.

Cui Yu knew that it was his turn to perform. He straightened his collar and hair, then cleared his throat in a pretentious manner.

Pang Jiao glared at him fiercely: "Cui Yu, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will tear you alive!"

Cui Yu had fought against Pang Jiao before, and had an experience. He was not so afraid, and he dared to take action, which proved that he had a certain degree of confidence.

He said: "Yuzhu, Yuzhu, where are your scales? Come and weigh them!"

Huang Yuzhu is a strange person in Class 8. He has everything there. A small name, according to Cui Yu's thinking, is destined to be a piece of cake.

However, Huang Yuzhu looked embarrassed and said embarrassedly:

"My scale can only weigh a dozen pounds at most."

Huang Yuzhu has one that can weigh one or two hundred kilograms at home, but it's too big for him to carry.

Cui Yu was stunned.

The jade pillar that had tried so many times failed to work.

"Cui Yu!" Pang Jiao called him like a soul.

In a panic, Cui Yu's brain cells were spinning rapidly. Suddenly, the clouds cleared and the sun appeared, and he had an idea!

Cui Yu said calmly: "It was just a small mistake. I have a way to compare your weight."

He pointed to the window over there:

"Look at the protrusion on the edge of the window. We can put the desk up. You two, one sits on this end of the desk and the other sits on the other end of the desk. Using the principle of the seesaw, wouldn't you be able to weigh who is heavier and who is lighter? ?"

After saying this, Cui Yu couldn't help but feel, Oh, he is simply one of the most peerless geniuses in history.

In ancient times, there was "Cao Chong weighing elephants", but now there is Cui Yu weighing classmates!

Compared with the predecessors in the textbooks, I am afraid that only he can do it!

I am a great talent!

After hearing this, Wang Longlong in the back row thought for a while and said, "Don't say it yet, this method will work."

Ma Shicheng: "If we can ensure that it is in the middle of the desk and pressed against the window edge, it is indeed possible."

Cui Yu's method was recognized by most of his classmates.

Next, it’s time to choose a window.

The students looked south together, first focusing on the windows on the edge of Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong.

However, everyone only stared for a few seconds, then looked away, and they were very unified and did not move their tables.

His eyes continued to move back, and Miao Zhe in the back row was also sitting close to the window.

After seeing this, he understood what everyone meant.

Facing his former deskmate and his former deskmate Pang Jiao, no one in this class knew Pang Jiao better than Miao Zhe.

Every time he got out of his seat before, he could always clearly feel Pang Jiao's majestic tiger-like back.

Miao Zhe didn't say no. At this moment, he wanted to be beautiful.

Miao Zhe stood up and moved the books on the table to the stool, leaving a long table free.

"Let's go!" Pang Jiao must compete clearly with Song Sheng today.

The classmates cheered and rushed to the back row.

Song Sheng moved his hands and moved the desk to the window edge.

One end of the desk is in the corridor outside the window, and the other end is in the classroom.

Cui Yu couldn't help but feel proud when he witnessed the weighing plan planned by him. He felt so happy that his words had become such a big deal.

Pang Jiao led her sisters to the corridor, while Song Sheng stayed in the classroom.

Wang Longlong gestured, and there was a raised white window frame on the window sill.

The position where the desk contacts the window frame is determined to be in the middle.

"Okay, let's get started, I will be the commentator for this scene." Wang Long scrolled into a stick.

Cui Yu was surprised: "Can this be explained?"

Wang Longlong waved his hand: "Players from both sides please take their seats. This is a 1V1 restricted match between men and women."

"First of all, I would like to invite contestant Song Sheng to come on stage. Referee, what are you doing standing still? Quickly prepare stools for the contestants?"

Cui Yu moved the stool.

Song Sheng opened his majestic legs domineeringly and stepped on the stool.

Wang Longlong: "Pang Jiao, get in position quickly!"

Pang Jiao also stepped on the stool with the help of her sisters Zhang Yifei, Li Shengnan and others.

Song Sheng and Pang Jiao were separated by the window, their eyes seemed to be emitting laser rays.

"Get ready!" Wang Longlong shouted.

"Come on!"

Song Sheng and Pang Jiao stepped onto the desk at the same time.

Cui Yu clenched his hands, and so did his classmates. Everyone was looking forward to the result.

Monitor Huang Zhongfei stood melancholy outside the crowd. What a big deal!

Wu Xiaoqi was very close, and he heard the desk making a painful whine, as if asking him for help!

The ‘desk seesaw’ is finally formed.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

Teacher Yan, the grade director, saw this scene as soon as he went up to the second floor.

Teacher Yan shouted loudly: "What are you doing!"

He ran this way.

Wang Longlong held the microphone: "Oops, there is an emergency, the game is cancelled!"

"Quick, get down quickly!"

However, at this time, Song Sheng and Pang Jiao were each sitting at one end of the seesaw on the desk. Due to the uneven force, the seesaw was rocking up and down, like a lonely boat in the rough sea, making it difficult to get down.

When Teacher Yan arrived, he saw two fat men rocking and playing on the seesaw in front of him.

It looks like time has passed quietly.

Teacher Yan's face turned green with anger and his voice trembled: "What are you doing?"

The two of them couldn't think of an excuse for a while, and Wang Longlong next to them quickly answered:

"Teacher, they are studying physics!"

Teacher Yan glared at Wang Longlong fiercely. He had been the dean of students for so many years, what excuse had he not heard before?

Teacher Yan reached out roughly and pulled it off for Pang Jiao.

Pang Jiao almost lost her balance, staggered two steps, and Jiao Didi shouted: "Teacher, my ankle is twisted!"

Teacher Yan’s moral conduct is countless times higher than that of Gao Heshuai. He drank:

"Even if your leg is broken, you still have to go to the office with me!"

"And you, come out together!" He pointed at Song Sheng.

"The rest of you, get back to your seats and study!"

Teacher Yan took the two people away.

The students in Class 8 were left in silence for a while. The students stared at each other, not knowing what to do.

Wang Longlong said: "Brother Cui, you are still awesome, send them both away with one move!"

Cui Yu was stunned. Thinking about it carefully, it was true.

…

After Song Sheng and Pang Jiao left, the last class in the afternoon ended in a strange atmosphere.

Everyone went to practice Tai Chi in front of the teaching building.

Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong went home for dinner, and Aunt Gu had already prepared the meal.

Dinner is rice made from spiritual rice, and the dish is a large bowl of boiled meat slices.

Aunt Gu's cooking skills are getting better and better, and the meat slices are especially delicious.

Xue Yuantong ate two and a half bowls.

After finishing the meal, she tasted a few pieces of sweet and delicious watermelon, and her eyes narrowed in comfort.

Later, Xue Yuantong dragged his little body, got on Jiang Ning's mountain bike, and followed him to school.

This is Xue Yuantong's wonderful life.

…

After school in the afternoon, Ma Shicheng, Wang Longlong and the others finished Tai Chi practice step by step and came back after buying food.

They thought the classroom was too stuffy and went to the corridor to eat.

While eating, it is a beautiful thing to look at the campus below and watch the classmates coming and going, especially the pretty girls.

Wang Longlong ate the moon buns, Ma Shicheng ate the meat buns, and Cui Yu took a bamboo skewer and inserted his sauce-flavored pancakes.

Hu Jun took a bite of the oden he bought. It was moist, really moist!

He thought of the aunt selling oden.

Wang Longlong's mouth was dry after eating, and he took a sip of water. He drank the pure classroom water directly.

It's not that he can't afford porridge or other drinks, but Wang Longlong likes pure water with spicy moon buns.

As soon as he took a sip of water, he heard Cui Yu: "What the hell?"

"What's wrong?" Wang Longlong looked along his eyes and saw a boy and a girl standing in front of the teaching building with badminton rackets, ready to play ball.

The man's appearance is not impressive and can be ignored. The key is the girl.

The girl is nearly 1.7 meters tall and is quite well developed. She has a wide range of movements when playing badminton.

She waved her racket and the badminton flew out. However, the eyes of the students were not on the badminton, but following other things.

Cui Yu was excited: "Nah, this is too big!"

"Brother Gui, Brother Gui, look!" He shook Meng Gui beside him.

Meng Gui closed his eyes and realized the truth. He was unmoved. He was a person who cultivated his mind.

Cui Yu had no choice but to pry Meng Gui's head off, point it at the female classmate downstairs, and then pry open his eyes.

Meng Gui was impatient at first, but after just one glance, he couldn't look away.

Not only Cui Yu and the others from Class 8, but also the Class 9 and Class 10 next door, also found out. Everyone called for friends. After a while, the entire corridor was filled with boys watching.

Yu Wen came up from the stairs and saw such a formation. She wondered: "What are you doing?"

Cui Yu was excited: "Watching the ball."

When there are a lot of people watching, and the young man is a hot-blooded young man, it is easy for him to make noises.

Someone shouted: "Good shot, good shot!"

"Good shot, one more!"

After a while, someone started shouting, and the sound became one.

"Good shot, good shot!"

After hearing this, a man and a woman downstairs continued to play ball.

After a while, students in the teaching building opposite heard the momentum. They leaned on the windows and shouted:

"Good shot, good shot!"

Suddenly, the momentum was moving.

Wang Longlong and Ma Shicheng didn't interfere, they were still eating.