Hell App - Chapter 108

In the afternoon, the class bell rang.

Sitting in the classroom with a dry little carrot head with his hands behind him, he was very obedient and obedient.

Five minutes have passed since the class, and the classroom was silent. No one drove. Class discipline could make any elementary school teacher moved to tears. However, Ning Xiuli did not respond.

In her class, this is all taken for granted.

If you don’t want to be beaten, you have to be honest.

Ning Xiuli had never been a teacher before, so naturally she didn’t know how to be a teacher. Even if she knew, she didn’t have the patience to teach these little carrots.

Seeing the lesson plan posted above, Ning Xiuli knew that Pinyin should be taught in this lesson.

So, Ning Xiuli impatiently wrote the six vowels on the blackboard, and read it straightly.

After reading it, she hit the blackboard twice with a pointer, and said fiercely, “This is what we are going to learn today-pinyin! You copy each pinyin in the book a hundred times, and hand it in after class. You are not allowed to eat until the end of the copy!”

“It’s so many a hundred times, how can it be done!”

“Woo…Mom, I want to go home!”

“The teacher read it too fast, and I didn’t remember a single pronunciation! Hey, have you remembered? I’m so afraid that if I can’t remember the teacher will beat people again!”

As soon as Ning Xiuli’s voice fell, there was a whirring sound from below.

The students lowered their voices and their voices were extremely small. However, in the otherwise silent classroom, their discussion was still too obvious.

Of course, Ning Xiuli drew out the pointer at that time, and when she went down, she drew a few people and sent them to the station with a whip.

As soon as she was punished, the chattering in the classroom stopped immediately.

The children were silent, whether they remembered the pronunciation of Pinyin or not, they all took out their workbooks and started copying the Pinyin on the blackboard with their immature hands. No one dared to bargain with Ning Xiuli.

Copy the pinyin a hundred times, which is definitely not much for adults.

But for the first-grade pupils who have very small hands and can’t hold a pen, this is equivalent to a harsh punishment.

You Ning Xiuli stared closely at the podium. All the students concentrated on copying the six pinyin words on the blackboard.

However, even though they exhausted their milk, they did not finish copying until the end of get out of class.

Ning Xiuli was not in a hurry while playing with her mobile phone.

It can be said that she enjoys the process of torturing these powerless children.

It wasn’t until five o’clock that some students finished the copy one after another, but some of them were sour in their handwriting, and they finished all the pinyin after six o’clock.

At this time, most of the children had finished their dinner, but they had no choice but to drink a lot of water to make their stomach less painful, and finally climbed into bed hungry.

It gets dark early in the ‘Special Zone’, and as soon as nine o’clock arrives, there is no light outside the school.

Through the window, I can only see a dark mass. The light seems to be cut off by the black window. Only the light in the bedroom emits a small amount of temperature, which gives the children a little sense of security and prevents them from being thorough. collapse.

“Okay, you are sleeping here tonight. You are not allowed to speak out. If anyone dares to yell loudly, I will kill anyone and keep it for me!”

Ning Xiuli let go of the cruel words, and locked the door of the dormitory, shutting all forty-nine students in the dormitory.

Listening to Ning Xiuli’s “dada” footsteps walking away, only a child began to cry quietly.

When she cried, the other children were also aroused to tears.

The little sobbing sounded into one piece, turning the dark dormitory with no trace of light into a mourning ground.

Soon, a child cried quietly: “I’m so scared…uuu…I don’t want to stay here anymore, I want to go home…”

Gradually, the children became tired from crying, and some people were afraid and said: “Teacher Ning punished two people for the station at noon. Why did only one person come back, and where did the other girl go? Did she go home?”

“She must be dead, she must have been killed by Teacher Ning to eat meat! Teacher Ning is a ghost, otherwise she wouldn’t be so fierce!”

A child who had read too much fairy tales choked out. He described Ning Xiuli as a ghost with blue faces and fangs in the story. This guess was approved by most children.

The children cried and talked for a while, and gradually felt sleepy. Due to the age limit, six-year-old children need more sleep, so they slept with their noses and tears while crying.

Gradually, most people fell asleep, and Bai Yan felt drowsy, but she still managed to cheer up, not dying for the ghosts behind the curtains.

At noon Lin Miaomiao saw a ghost outside the window, which must be correct.

It’s late at night, and the ghost is probably still standing outside the window!

Thinking of the darkness in the dormitory, Ning Xiuli locked the door again. They were trapped in the crowded dormitory and there was no escape. Ghosts could come in at any time, and even the goose bumps came out in vain.

Bai Yan tossed in the quilt, thinking of a ghost standing outside the window, he couldn’t sleep.

But, slowly, he was still sleepy.

The child is lethargic, even he can’t escape this natural law.

Bai Yan’s eyelids closed tightly, her kite-colored eyelashes were hanging down, occasionally trembling slightly, and his brain was also hazy, and gradually fell into a state of semi-asleep.

Staying in this state, after a few minutes, Bai Yan will surely fall asleep.

But when he was about to fall asleep, two conversations suddenly came from his right side. The sound was very small, as if whispering in the ear, but it still woke him up, making him wake up suddenly, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

Bai Yan’s eyelids lifted a slit, but they closed quickly.

He can’t see anything in the dark, and it’s useless to open his eyes, and he can’t see things in the dark, doesn’t mean that ghosts can’t see.

To be on the safe side, he still did not open his eyes, slowed his breathing, pretending to be asleep, and pricked his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two on the right.

“I’m so hungry… I copied the pinyin too slowly. The teacher punished me to be hungry and not let me eat dinner. I’m so hungry…” a boy said.

“Hehe, I haven’t eaten anything, but I have something to eat, do you want to eat marshmallows?” Another boy’s voice sounded.

“Marshmallows? I like to eat them! You brought them from home, right? Mom and Dad sent me to school and didn’t bring me anything. Your parents are so kind to you.” The boy said with envy.

“Hehe, I have marshmallows, but you also have marshmallows. You don’t need to eat mine.” The boy with a slightly strange voice said: “You can eat your own.”

“You nonsense, I don’t have marshmallows, and I won’t be hungry if I have them.” The boy retorted dissatisfiedly: “If you don’t want to give it to me, then forget it, petty!”

“Hehe, I didn’t lie to you, don’t you have marshmallows under your quilt? Both cotton and marshmallows are white and soft, and they are only one word short of reading. They taste like marshmallows.”

“Really? Don’t lie to me…” The boy was skeptical, but he stretched out his little hand in the dark and started to button the cotton thread on the quilt.

The cotton thread used to cover the quilt for elementary school students was very long, so the boy pulled a corner of the quilt with a few fingers, exposing the cotton inside.

The boy touched the soft cotton, recalling the appearance of cotton, he felt that it was really like cotton candy, both of which were white.

It’s just that cotton doesn’t seem to stick to your hands, nor does it smell sweet.

However, he didn’t eat a good meal all day and didn’t eat anything at all at night. The boy was so hungry that he was dizzy and could not sleep because of his stomachache. Put cotton in your mouth–

“You lie! Cotton is not as delicious as marshmallows, it has no sweetness!”

The boy whispered, but he still didn’t stop eating cotton.

He was really hungry, and although the cotton tasted faint, it tasted a little sour and a little sticky. However, the smell of cotton is a little bit better than the flies fried rice mixed with Shashi.

As a result, the boy took a few more **** of cotton before he stopped, as if his stomach was not so painful and he wanted to sleep.

However, as soon as he turned over, he heard the boy on the right say again: “Aren’t you going to eat it? What a pity, I also like marshmallows the most! Otherwise, we will compare and see who eats it. More? Those who eat more will win, and those who lose have to be dogs for a day to those who win!”

dog!

The boy cheered up immediately.

He wanted to have a dog a long time ago, but his parents refused to let him. He could only play with the dog outside secretly, so he was always dissatisfied.

When he entered school, he didn’t look like a dog in the school.

Now someone is willing to be his dog, he almost jumps up willingly.

In the darkness, with a cruel smile on his face, the boy hurriedly whispered: “Okay, let’s compare, I won’t lose!”

After speaking, the boy used his hands together and began to dig out the cotton in the quilt desperately, and when he dug a ball, he stuffed a ball into his mouth, and his throat was itchy.

With the boy’s efforts, he quickly ate a lot of cotton, so that his throat became so dry that he could not even eat his saliva, and he insisted on swallowing the cotton for fear that he would lose and become a dog.

Slowly, there was no movement around the boy.

The boy’s digging of cotton was getting slower and slower, and he couldn’t eat it anymore.

Moreover, the boy always feels weird in his stomach. After eating so much cotton, he should be full, but his stomach still throbbed, and his stomach was full and painful, and it was very uncomfortable.

“I must have eaten too much cotton… No, I can’t eat it anymore.”

The boy ate a ball again, and his stomach hurt suddenly.

So, he finally stopped eating cotton, but by this time he didn’t forget the game.

He endured the pain, intermittently: “I…I can’t eat anymore…You, can you still eat?…We, who on earth has won…”

The boy asked twice, but there was no sound on the right.

For a long time, the right side was silent, and the person betting with him seemed to have disappeared, which made the boy very angry. I feel that that person must have lost, and wants to recklessly refuse to be his dog!

The boy hated the person who squandered the bill the most, and decided to force him to admit it, so he touched it to the right with his little hand.

However, he only touched one wall, not a half figure.

“Strange, where did he go?”

At this time, the boy’s stomach hurts more, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

After a long time, the boy gradually remembered that his right was originally a wall, and no one was sleeping on his right.

So, who did you bet on with him?