To Protect Newbies, Send Cannonballs To The Principal On Teacher’s Day

Pan Dou had no idea that he had become famous on the Internet.

And there are a series of more titles.

Dou Daddy, Dou Tiandi, Saint Dou Ge, etc.

He is just a first grader.

Not old enough to carry a mobile phone yet.

Only a few people in the class have phones and watches.

Wang Dacong is one of them.

However, the phone watch does not have the function of viewing short videos.

So he doesn't know what's going on online at all.

Right now, he was listening intently to the head teacher Zheng Qian's announcement about the holiday.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

In just a few hours, some parts of the capital have been flooded.

According to information released by the Meteorological Bureau.

This heavy rain is mainly caused by typhoons blowing from the Pacific Ocean.

Rainfall will continue throughout the Kinki area for a short period of time.

To put it simply, this heavy rain will not stop for a day or two.

For the safety of students, the school leaders decided to have a holiday tomorrow after discussion.

And the day after tomorrow is the weekend.

So in theory, it's a three-day holiday.

It depends on the situation after three days.

If there is still a sustained heavy rain, the head teacher will notify parents separately.

"Damn it, Brother Dou, it's really a day off!"

Liu Tiezhu looked uplifted and raised his arms as if he had won a battle.

"Look, look, we begged God to fart and pee so that you could have a vacation. Why don't you say thank you to Brother Dacong quickly?"

Wang Dacong's face was full of joy and he kept bragging to the students around him.

"Hey, just brag about your cleverness. We are not three-year-olds anymore. Who will believe your nonsense!?"

The other students looked at Wang Dacong with disdain, with expressions like "You can't even try to lie to us."

"Just wait, I will prove it to you."

Wang Dacong was so angry that he banged the table and shouted.

Pan Dou had no interest in participating in this quarrel. At this time, he was already immersed in the joy of vacation and full of sense of accomplishment.

A vacation earned through hard work makes you feel happy.

"Quiet, quiet."

Zheng Qian, who had just graduated from college two years ago, looked at the group of little devils below and felt her head grow bigger.

First graders have not yet emerged from the lazy and lawless habits of kindergarten.

It's time to "make havoc in heaven".

Children of this age hate dogs.

Most people really can't conquer them.

Zheng Qian yelled several times before finally getting them to stop.

She gasped and said, "For your safety, you can't leave until your parents come to pick you up. Do you understand?"

"Understood."

"Well, then you can sit quietly in the classroom and read for a while, and wait for your parents to pick you up, okay?"

"good!"

The classmates should be very loud, and later they were also very loud when chatting and spanking.

Zheng Qian's head was full of black lines, she sighed and simply ignored it.

Anyway, school is over, so let’s make some noise!

Soon, parents came to pick up their children one after another.

Liu Tiezhu was taken away by an Audi, and Wang Dacong was taken away by a Mercedes-Benz.

And Pan Dou…

"Son, don't worry, mommy is here to pick you up from school."

In the rain curtain, an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman wearing a raincoat walked through the rain curtain to find Pan Dou.

This is fuck.

"Teacher, did my son behave well in school today?"

"good!"

Zheng Qian responded with a smile, complaining in her heart that she had been sleeping, how could she not be good?

Although Pan Dou did some outrageous things today.

For example, the reporter almost cried and prayed for rain on the flag-raising platform.

It has even caused widespread discussion among netizens.

But in the eyes of teachers and others, it is normal for children to be naughty.

This can be seen from the fact that the principal did not look for them afterwards.

"Son, you behaved well. Mom won't spank you today."

Hearing the teacher praising her son, his mother happily patted Pan Dou on the shoulder.

"Forehead……"

Zheng Qian opened her mouth slightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Pan Dou explained in a faint voice: "My mother likes to play a game of Doudou. Whenever I make her angry, she will hit Doudou, which is called beating me."

"Yes, yes, I like playing beans."

His mother also felt that her words were a bit ambiguous, so she quickly explained, for fear that the teacher would misunderstand.

After hearing this, Pan Dou rolled his eyes and complained in his heart, Mom, you are such a bitch.

"..."

Zheng Qian couldn't laugh or cry, Pan Dou, damn it, you better not explain, I will really misunderstand later.

"Come, son, say goodbye to the teacher."

"goodbye teacher."

"Goodbye, little Pan Dou."

Pan Dou put on his raincoat and was dragged out of school by his mother.

His three-bouncer was parked at the door.

"Son, get in the car."

The two of them got into the three-wheeler and turned the accelerator. The engine made a "booming" sound and a stream of white gas spewed out of the exhaust pipe.

The car started quickly and disappeared into the rain.

Instead of going home, they went straight to the vegetable market on the next street.

Pan Dou's father is a fish seller and has a fish stall in the market.

Every time he gets out of school, he always has to wait for his father to close the stall before he can go home.

Help out at the stall by the way.

For example, killing fish.

"Oh, isn't this little kid Pan Dou? Is school over?"

"Pan Dou, do you want some green vegetables?"

"Damn Pan Dou, you are so lucky to have given birth to such a well-behaved and sensible child."

As soon as Santengzi entered the vegetable market, he was constantly greeted by acquaintances around him.

"Hey, you don't know, my Pan Dou was praised by the teacher today."

Pan Dou always brags about everyone he meets.

Pan Dou's face was expressionless, he was used to his mother's exaggerated praise.

"Dad, we are back."

After fighting their way out of the siege, they finally returned to their fish stall.

His father had an unruly hairstyle and sad eyes. He was wearing a gray leather apron, holding a cigarette in his mouth and helping people kill fish with both hands and feet.

"My dear, help uncle, aunt and others kill the fish."

"knew."

As soon as Pan Dou played three bunzi, his father ordered him to help the guests kill fish.

"Auntie, what kind of fish do you want? We have tilapia, silver carp, seabass, grass carp, etc. among the freshwater fishes, as well as pomfret, tuna, saury, etc. among the seawater fishes. They are all available."

His fish stall is quite big, selling all freshwater and saltwater fish.

"Kid, I'll get a bass."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Pan Dou put on the sleeves of his apron, leaned down with his short body, and picked up a sea bass from the fish box to show to the guests.

After getting the guest's permission, he immediately put the fish on the cutting board, took out a wooden stick from the bottom and gave it a hammer.

The bass immediately passed out.

Immediately, he picked up the fish knife and quickly removed the scales, cut open the abdomen, took out the internal organs, removed the gills, rinsed with water, and was done.

The entire fish killing process takes less than a minute.

"Wow, kid, you are so awesome. How did you do that?"

The guest took the fish and praised Pan Dou.

Pan Dou replied calmly: "Nothing but familiarity."

He had nearly ten years of cooking experience in his previous life.

Killing fish is commonplace.

In this life, I was born into a fishmonger's family again.

At a young age, he has already mastered the true family skills.

The speed of killing fish is no slower than that of the old master.

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