Qiao Huai blinked, he was really disappearing!
After a while, all the ink on the table was gone, and Mi Feixue put the white paper on which the article was copied.
Qiao Huai saw that the ink stains on the paper began to disappear.
The key points are all dirty places, and the neat fonts have nothing to do with it.
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After completing the cleaning work and having a meal of ink, the ink-tampering boy asked Mi Feixue for credit.
Mi Feixue held it and threw it into the inkstone.
The ink-taker did not dare to drink the boss’s ink without the boss’s permission, so he obediently turned around in the ink and started doing the ink work.
When Mi Feixue put the brush in, she used the brush given to the boss to smooth her hair.
Qiao Huai rubbed his eyes hard with his hands and opened his mouth.
He looked at it for too long, and Mi Feixue turned her head.
Qiao Huai trembled and threw the paper ball out of his hand.
“Qiao Huai.” The master’s voice sounded dissatisfied.
In full public view, Qiao Huai was named and made to stand.
In the next few classes, Qiao Huai was distracted.
During lunch, while Mi Feixue was away, Qiao Huai gathered other children to tell everyone what they discovered in class.
The children gathered together and listened to Qiao Huai’s narration and exclaimed again and again.
“You must be lying. All the monsters and monsters are fake. Master said that everything is just the work of the human heart.” The Kid King retorted to Qiao Huai.
Qiao Huai glared at the child king.
Wen Qingpo was the eldest child when he was still in the beginner class. How could he be the king of children?
During this period of time, Wen Qingpo was gone, and the child king began to act arrogantly because he was the oldest, and especially liked to suppress the people who were with Wen Qingpo.
“You’ll know if you really want to go and take a look. Do you dare to come with me to see his desk?”
Naturally, Kid King said yes, and then a group of children sneaked back into the classroom. They pushed Qiao Huai and Kid King ahead of each other to Mi Feixue’s seat.
There were no ink stains on the desk table. The children exclaimed again, and the kid king shouted, “Maybe the book boy wiped it clean.”