Invincible cute baby comes knocking on the door

Chapter 20 Climb the Wall, Climb the Wall, Climb the Wall!

The morning sunlight shone through the old screen window into the small bedroom, and the whole space suddenly had a warm atmosphere.

The sleeping effect of the medicine Yin Mochen fed her last night gradually faded, Ye Zhixia's eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After staring at the ceiling of her house with dazed eyes for more than ten seconds, she reluctantly kicked off the quilt and sat up on the bed.

Stretching, she turned her head and glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, and when she saw the hands pointing to 07:30, she suddenly woke up.

She jumped up from the bed decisively, grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, after washing and dressing, she hung her schoolbag on the front of the broken second-hand mobile phone, and rushed out of the house pushing the car.

Along the way, she pedaled the locomotive and shuttled through the car river, almost using the locomotive as a handjob.

But when she arrived at Huayang No. [-] Middle School, she was late without any suspense.

The gatekeeper has already closed the school gate, and her car must not be able to drive in.

Ye Zhixia rolled his eyes, parked the motorcycle not far from the school gate, then went around the front gate and ran to a place with few people before stopping.

She looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she raised her schoolbag over her head and threw it in through the wall.

Then, when she stepped back a few steps and ran to the bottom of the wall, she jumped up the wall nimbly with her legs.

With her hands on the wall, she easily jumped into the campus, then picked up her schoolbag and ran towards the church building.

More than half of the morning reading class has been carried out, and the sound of books is loud in the classroom.

Ye Zhixia pushed open the door, and saw Chinese teacher Hu Zhichang standing facing the blackboard.

So she tiptoed back to her seat.Her deskmate and buddy is currently reciting "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" shaking her head.

"Sunset clouds and solitary ducks fly together, and the autumn waters share the same color of the sky. The fishing boat sings late, and it resounds on the shore of Peng Li, and the geese frighten the cold, and the sound breaks the water of Hengyang..."

"Come on, you have to be professional in pretending, the books are all upside down!" Ye Zhixia took the book in her hand, only to find that there was a fan comic book mixed in her Chinese book, "You You're so arrogant, you don't care about Old Monster Hu! If you get caught, just go to the playground and run around!"

Hu Zhichang, the head teacher of their Senior Three (9) class, especially likes to physically punish students in a disguised form. Those who fail to complete their homework are usually punished by copying Chinese documents several times.

It was even worse to be caught sleeping in his class. He rushed directly to the playground to run, and shouted the slogan of Class 9 while running. How embarrassing it is!
Because of his perverted tricks against students, everyone secretly called him the old monster. Together with Miejue Shitai in the next class and the piano teacher in the liberal arts and art class who was extremely dressed up, they called him the "Three Monsters of Huayang".

"Ye Zhixia, are you still talking about me? It's only Thursday, and you're already four days late this week!" Song Xiyue covered her mouth with a book while aiming at the old class and whispered, "You're the one who wants to do this!" The rhythm of death!"

"I've been crawling in from the wall these days, and those idiots from the student union can't catch me at all!" She raised her brows triumphantly, then opened her schoolbag and took out her Chinese books.

After all, the veterans are in the church, so they still have to do the superficial work that should be done.

If you don't take him too seriously and continue to challenge his authority as a teacher, then he will let you know how powerful he is right away.

As a student, you still have to listen to the teacher!
Looking at the two big dark circles under Ye Zhixia's eye sockets, Song Xiyue continued to ask in a very small voice: "You didn't go to 'Crimson' Dingqing's show again last night, did you?"

She dozed off in class recently, which made me, the person who played for her, always worry.

(End of this chapter)