Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 1019 What's so strange about being number one in photochemistry

Teacher Zheng ran away with his head in his arms, and ran out of the classroom desperately.

After leaving the classroom, he wiped off his sweat.

Peeking at Fu Bao through the back window, just as Fu Bao was looking out the window thoughtfully, he quickly hid behind the wall, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Shui, will we meet such an incomprehensible head teacher?"

Jiang Qianqian looked at Fu Bao with a mournful face.

Don't look at the people in Class [-] who are dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water when they study, they look like brown sugar, but they always boast of being chivalrous, spitting and nailing, and doing what they say.

Although the military order was issued by Mr. Zheng, others don't care who issued it. They only think that the members of Class [-] dug a hole for themselves. It is the members of Class [-] who will not be able to embarrass themselves.

Everyone in Class [-] looked at Fubao eagerly, looking hopeless.

Fu Bao pondered for a while, then patted the table: "In this case, let's get a big one."

"What's big?"

Everyone became interested and stared at Fu Bao as if they had been spat out.

"Isn't it just the first place in the whole grade in chemistry? So what? We either don't do it, or we do it best, and get a grand slam, what do you think?"

With a smile on Fu Bao's face, he swept towards the crowd.

Crowd: ...

There is a bad feeling.

"Shui... Brother Shui... What... What is a grand slam?" Tang Qing stammered and asked, it shouldn't be what he thought, right?
Fu Bao smiled at him like Snow White's stepmother, full of malice.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right, the grand slam is the first in every class! That is to say, this monthly exam we will take the first place in a grade, what do you think?"

Crowd: ...

In an instant, all the students in Class [-] lay down on the table in unison, pretending to be dead!
The movements should be as orderly as possible, even more orderly than shouting commands.

Xiao Lan hated iron for being weak and kicked Tang Qing: "Tang Qing, are you still a loyal fan of Fubao?"

Tang Qing was about to cry: "I... I am. But I can't do it in the first concubine test."

"roll!"

Xiaolan was so angry that he kicked him again, and he immediately fell to the ground as if fainted.

Xiaolan looked angrily at Jiang Qianqian again.

Jiang Qianqian turned her head guiltily, although she really wanted to cheer, but she really couldn't do it.

"No promise!"

Xiao Lan glared at her, but she didn't make a move.

Following Xiaolan's gaze, wherever she went, the students fell down and pretended to be dead.

"Fubao..."

Xiaolan looked at Fubao and stomped her feet angrily.

"It's ok."

Fu Bao walked to Tang Qing's side slowly, and kicked Tang Qing lightly.

Tang Qing remained motionless and died completely.

The students secretly raised their heads and observed.

Fu Bao said to himself, "Looks like he's really dizzy, let me give him an injection."

Tang Qing's body trembled slightly, and then he gritted his teeth and continued to lie on his stomach.

"Xiaolan, I forgot to bring the silver needle, do you have the needle?"

"Have!"

Xiaolan ran to the front of the podium, and took out a sharp awl with a bright and cold light from under the podium.

There are so many papers in the third year of senior high school, as thick as four centimeters, which cannot be stapled with a stapler, so the school distributed a sharp awl and waxed thread to let the students drill holes to tie the papers.

Fu Bao took the sharp awl, tried it on his hand, and smiled: "Although this awl is not as good as a silver needle, it is still sharp anyway, so let's leave it at that."

(End of this chapter)