Until the Master in charge of teaching came out and did a roll call first.
“Wen Qingpo and Liu Changyuan are absent.” The master wrote down calmly.
“Master, they were injured by the little monster. They were not absent intentionally.”
One of the two children raised his hand and shouted.
The master said: “Qiao Huai’s words are insulting to the gentlemen, so he must stand still.”
The ruler points to the side of the podium.
The boy named Qiao Huai was frightened and angry. At the master’s cold snort, he obediently walked forward and stood with the book on his head under the force of his majesty. He stood there staring straight at Mi Feixue, blaming her for everything.
The Master said, “Read now.”
The children below opened the textbooks according to his instructions and started reading from the first page.
Lang Lang’s child’s voice is clear and neat.
After reading one section, the Master said with satisfaction: “Very good.”
“Master, he didn’t read!” Qiao Huai pointed at Mi Feixue and complained again, “I saw that he didn’t open his mouth at all.”
The master frowned and noticed that the children in the hall were starting to whisper. After shushing them, he said, “The new classmate has a mouth problem. He cannot read aloud, but it does not affect his reading and calligraphy. You must not use this to cause trouble in the future.”
“Hahaha, little mute, it turned out to be a little mute… huh?” Qiao Huai, who was laughing loudly, was suddenly speechless, and drool kept flowing from his mouth that could not be closed. The child’s expression immediately panicked, and he put his hand into his mouth and kept groping, “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
The book on his head fell to the ground. Qiao Huai’s arrogant expression turned into panic. In a moment, he was so frightened that his face was full of tears and he asked his master for help.
The master was also stunned by this strange scene.
The children below were in a panic. The younger ones were frightened and cried. The older ones stayed away. Some called the book boy to protect them.
In the chaos, only Mi Feixue sat quietly at the desk. Her eyes turned from Qiao Huai to the ground next to her, and her attention was attracted by what was in front of her.
These creatures have jet black skin, resemble ferrets but have no tails. They have round and flat heads, and their forelimbs are more slender, only as high as an adult’s finger.
They ran out of nowhere. In the chaos, one crawled to the inkstone on a desk. Its forelimbs pulled at the edge of the inkstone, and its head was buried in the ink in the inkstone. The ripples of the ink swayed slightly and slowly decreased.
One grabbed the brush that had fallen on the mat, opened his mouth on his flat black face, bit the tip of the brush and stuffed it in little by little.
Another one was lying on an open textbook, licking every word in the textbook. When it raised its head, Mi Feixue saw that there was one stroke missing from the words on the paper.
She reached out and pinched the little black thing.
The little black thing that had just been licked felt vaguely covered by dark clouds, and when he raised his head in confusion, he was caught red-handed.