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The kitchen of the teachers¡¯ apartment.
Yang Zeling washed the plate, carefully recalled the behavior of the four busy teachers at the dining table, and then shook her head slightly.
The attitude of adults has the greatest influence on children.
Yang Zeling put the washed dishes into the sink, thinking about when he would have to take time to go to the library to look up the origins of various races Also, this college
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A series of clicking sounds interrupted Yang Zeling's thoughts. He followed the sound and found that the little black sheep who was supposed to be eating watermelon in the living room had come to the kitchen counter at some point. At this time, he was eating melon with a pair of beady eyes. are working hard.
If she hadn¡¯t been looking straight at him while eating the melon, Yang Zeling might have thought that the little black sheep was simply eating the melon.
"You're quite angry."
Yang Zeling shook off the water on his hand and grabbed the back of the little black sheep's neck mercilessly: "Go to bed. Sheep that stay up late will be caught and cooked into barbecue."
The little black sheep who was forced to hang in the air: ""
?? #It is said that all Oriental people like plush things? ? ? #
?? #This must be a fake oriental race#
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It¡¯s night.
Everything is silent.
A small black shadow wandered across the campus¡ª¡ª
Principal room.
Michael held his chin with one hand and looked at the little black sheep squatting on the desk in front of him, looking at him. After a while, he said with a smile: "Yo~"
"Hey, you are tall." This was the little black sheep's sincere answer.
Michael sighed: "You are obviously very obedient when you are around Teacher Yang, why do you have such a bad temper when facing us?"
The little black sheep snorted coldly, but said nothing.
"I didn't expect you to be a pet sheep~" The complex halo on Michael's head turned obviously, "Phil and I lost the bet, you pay my bet."
"It's fun to be around him, so what's the point of being a sheep?"
? #As long as I can eat melons, I will be the best one#
The little black sheep thought for a moment and then suddenly became furious: "You actually made a bet with me?!"
"Yes, yes, I bet you will get angry and exposed. It's a pity." Michael showed a melancholy expression and sighed: "A month of hell business can break my wings."
The little black sheep sneered: "It's okay if you don't want those wings."
Arrogant Lucifer would not make this bet with Michael. It must be an excuse for Michael to eat and live in hell!
"Garbage paradise, take jujube pills!"
"Gabriel is going to lose his hair violently again." The little black sheep grinned happily, "Michael, the archangel in heaven, runs to hell every day, haha."
Michael chuckled lightly, and his eyes, which were as blue as the sky, were a little narrowed.
"Okay, let's not mention heaven and hell for now. How do you feel being around Teacher Yang?" Michael asked with a smile.
Little Black Sheep: "very good."
Michael: "Your tone doesn't seem to mean a good thing."
Little Black Sheep: ""
"Every move of Teacher Yang is full of unknowns." Michael seemed to know something from the silence of the little black sheep, and changed the topic very understandingly: "He may be able to solve our problem."
The little black sheep nodded slightly.
Michael frowned: "Then again, what is your name now?"
Little Black Sheep: "Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease?"
"You are a pet sheep now. Teacher Yang must have given you a name, right?" Michael didn't care about the little black sheep's sarcasm, but said enthusiastically: "Isn't it a very oriental name? For example, Xiao Ming and Xiao Hua?"
Little Black Sheep: ""
When it is really the pot does not open.
After waiting for a while, the little black sheep didn¡¯t reply. Michael was a little surprised and said, ¡°Is it hard to hear that you don¡¯t even want to say it?¡±
Is Teacher Yang¡¯s naming skills so bad?
The little black sheep took a deep breath: "Sheep."
""
Michael was stunned for a rare moment, then turned his head slightly and covered his mouth with his right hand.
The little black sheep said with a wooden face: "Laugh if you want to."??
It would be quite painful for anyone to have a mountain of flesh pressed against his chest.
The little black sheep who originally went to bed secretly in the middle of the night may have a bad sleeping position. Instead of sleeping next to Yang Zeling, he changed to sleeping on Yang Zeling's chest.
Teacher Yang, who was suffering from hypoglycemia when he woke up in the morning, subconsciously grabbed the little black sheep by its hind legs and picked it up. After shaking it twice, he murmured: "It's not fat enough to make mutton kebabs "
The little black sheep looked upside down and said: ""
Indeed!
I just said that the way he looked at me before was wrong!
Thinking about it now, it¡¯s just the way the chef looks at the ingredients! ! !
So, when Teacher Yang regained consciousness, he found that the little black sheep he was holding was looking at him with its round eyes - full of human sadness and disbelief.
Yang Zeling: ""
Oh, what did I just do?
Then, the little black sheep, who confidently thought that Yang Zeling would quickly lean over to apologize to him and give him a better treatment, noticed that Yang Zeling's eyes seemed to have changed¡ª¡ª
"Since you have discovered it, there is nothing you can do about it." Yang Zeling shook the little black sheep expressionlessly, "In the spirit of sheep doctrine, whether you want it to be turned into a casserole or a hot pot, you choose one."
Little Black Sheep: ""
This script is wrong!
The little black sheep, who didn¡¯t know what hot pot casserole was but it sounded dangerous, shook his head crazily.
""
"Forget it." Yang Zeling lifted up the quilt with one hand and held the little black sheep with the other, and said calmly: "Being able to understand people's words belongs to the realm of spiritually enlightened monsters. I won't eat you anymore."
The little black sheep wiped its head with its hoof in a very humane manner - Phew.
"The option of getting off the pot is gone for the time being. Which one do you choose between shaving and bathing?"
What does temporarily mean? !
The little black sheep shook his head crazily - what did you agree not to eat? ? ?
Yang Zeling¡¯s tone became impatient: ¡°Select quickly.¡±
The little black sheep blurted out in desperation: "The second one!"
"Oh, I can indeed talk." Yang Zeling brought the little black sheep in front of him and stared directly into its eyes: "Is there anything else you want to defend?"
The little black sheep who has been pretending that he can¡¯t speak: ¡°¡¡±
Oh, it¡¯s over.
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Gong is the little black sheep.
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