In the afternoon, the school bell rang.
A bunch of radish heads sat in the classroom with their hands behind their backs, extremely obedient and obedient.
Five minutes had passed since the class started, and there was no sound in the classroom. No one deserted. The classroom discipline could move any elementary school teacher to tears. However, Ning Xiuli did not respond.
In her class, it's all taken for granted.
If you don't want to be beaten, you have to be honest and obedient.
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 carrot heads.
Seeing the lesson plans sent down above, Ning Xiuli knew that Pinyin should be taught in this class.
So, Ning Xiuli impatiently wrote the six vowels on the blackboard and read them out with a straight face.
After reading, she tapped the blackboard twice with a pointer, and said fiercely: "This is what we are going to learn today-Pinyin! You copy each pinyin in your notebook a hundred times and hand it in after class. You can't finish it. You are not allowed to eat at night until the copy is finished!"
"A hundred times is so much, how could it be possible to copy it all!"
"Woo...Mom, I want to go home!"
"The teacher read it too fast, and I didn't remember a single pronunciation! Hey, did you remember? I'm afraid that if I can't remember, the teacher will beat me again!"
As soon as Ning Xiuli finished speaking, there was a buzzing sound from below.
The students all lowered their voices, their voices were extremely small. However, in the originally silent classroom, their discussions were still too obvious.
Of course, Ning Xiuli drew out the pointer at that time, and when she went down, she whipped a few people hard, making them stand with whip marks all over their bodies.
As soon as she was punished, the chattering in the classroom immediately stopped.
The children were all silent, regardless of whether they memorized the pronunciation of the pinyin or not, they all took out their homework books and started copying the pinyin on the blackboard with their immature hands. No one dared to bargain with Ning Xiuli.
Copying Pinyin a hundred times is definitely not much for adults.
But for a first-grade elementary school student whose hands are still small and can't hold a pen well, this is simply equivalent to a harsh punishment.
With Ning Xiuli staring intently at the podium, all the students were concentrating on copying the six pinyin on the blackboard.
However, even though they tried their best, they didn't finish copying until the end of get out of class.
Ning Xiuli played with her mobile phone, not in a hurry.
It can be said that she enjoyed the process of torturing these helpless children.
It was not until five o'clock that the students finished copying one after another, but a few of them were so sore that they didn't finish writing all the pinyin until after six o'clock.
At this time, most of the children had already finished their dinner, so they had no choice but to drink a stomach full of water to relieve their stomach pain, and finally climbed to bed hungry.
It gets dark very early in the 'special zone', and as soon as nine o'clock arrives, there is no light outside the school.
Through the window, only a dark mass can be seen, and the light seems to be cut off by the dark window. Only the light in the dormitory exudes a little warmth, which gives the children a little sense of security, so that they are not completely exhausted. collapse.
"Okay, you guys are going to sleep here tonight, don't make any noise, I'll kill anyone who dares to yell loudly, remember it for me!"
After Ning Xiuli said harsh words, she locked the door of the dormitory and shut all forty-nine students in the dormitory.
Hearing Ning Xiuli's "da da" footsteps walking away, the child began to cry softly.
When she cried, the other children were also aroused to tears.
The small sobs joined together, turning the dark dormitory into a mourning ground.
Soon, some children cried softly: "I'm so scared... woo... I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go home..."
Gradually, the children got tired of crying, and someone said in fear, "Ms. Ning punished two people for standing at noon today. Why did only one come back? 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 many fairy tales choked up his voice. He described Ning Xiuli as a fierce ghost with a green face and fangs in the story. This guess was agreed by most of the children.
The children cried and talked for a while, and gradually they all felt sleepy. Age is limited, six-year-old children need more sleep, so they cry and cry and sleep with snot and tears.
Gradually, most of the people fell asleep, and Bai Yan also felt drowsy, but he managed to pull himself together, and his heart was never dead for the ghost behind the curtain.
At noon, Lin Miaomiao saw a ghost outside the window, which must be true.
Now that it's late at night, that ghost is probably still standing outside the window!
Thinking that the bedroom was so dark that there was no light to be seen, Ning Xiuli locked the door again, they were trapped in the crowded bedroom with no escape, and ghosts could come in at any time, Bai Yan was so excited that even goosebumps came out.
Bai Yan tossed and turned under the quilt, thinking of a ghost standing outside the window, he couldn't fall asleep.
However, slowly, he was still sleepy.
A child is lethargic, even he cannot escape this natural law.
Bai Yan's eyelids were tightly closed, his iris-colored eyelashes drooped, and occasionally trembled slightly, his brain was hazy, and he gradually fell into a half-sleep state of confusion.
Staying in this state, in 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 voices were very small, as if they were whispering in his ears, but it still woke him up and made him wake up suddenly, with his eyelids trembling slightly.
Bai Yan's eyelids lifted a crack, but they closed quickly again.
He can't see anything in the dark, and it's useless to open his eyes. Moreover, he can't see anything in the dark night, which doesn't mean that ghosts can't see.
For the sake of safety, he still didn't open his eyes, slowed down his breathing, pretended to be asleep, and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation of the two people on the right.
"I'm so hungry... I copy pinyin too slowly. The teacher punished me for being hungry and didn't let me eat dinner. I'm so hungry..." said a boy's voice.
"Hee hee, I didn't eat anything, but I have something to eat, do you want cotton candy?" Another boy's voice sounded.
"Cotton candy? I like it! Did you bring it from home? My parents sent me to school without bringing me anything. Your parents are so kind to you." The boy said enviously.
"Hee hee, I have marshmallows. In fact, you also have marshmallows. You don't need to eat mine." The boy with a slightly weird voice said, "You can eat your own."
"You're talking nonsense, I don't have marshmallows, if I have them, I won't be hungry." The boy retorted dissatisfiedly: "If you don't want to share with me, forget it, cheapskate!"
"Hee hee, I didn't lie to you. Don't you have marshmallows in your quilt? The cotton and marshmallows are white and soft, and there is only one word difference in reading. They taste almost like marshmallows."
"Really? Don't lie to me..." The boy was skeptical, but he reached out his little hand in the dark and began to tie the cotton thread on the quilt.
The cotton threads used to sew the quilts for elementary school students were 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, and recalled the appearance of the cotton, thinking that it was really the same as cotton candy, both of which were white.
However, cotton does not seem to be as sticky as cotton candy, nor does it smell sweet.
However, he didn't eat a good meal all day, and he didn't eat at night. The boy was so hungry that he was dizzy, his stomach hurt, and he couldn't sleep. stuffing cotton in your mouth—
"You liar! Cotton is not as good as marshmallow, it has no sweet taste!"
The boy complained softly, but he still didn't stop eating cotton.
He was really hungry, and although the cotton tasted bland, it still tasted sour and sticky to the teeth. However, the strange smell of cotton is much more delicious than the fried rice mixed with Shashi's flies.
So the boy gulped down a few more balls of cotton before he stopped, as if his stomach ached less and he wanted to sleep.
However, as soon as he turned over, he heard the boy on the right say again: "Don't you eat it? It's a pity, I also like cotton candy the most! Otherwise, let's compare and see who eats it A lot? The person who eats more wins, and the loser will be a dog for a day to the winner!"
dog!
The boy perked up immediately.
He wanted to get a dog for a long time, but his parents didn't let him, so he could only play with the dogs outside secretly, so he always felt dissatisfied.
After entering the school, he didn't look like there were dogs in the school.
Now that someone is willing to be his dog, he is so happy that he almost jumps up.
In the darkness, a cruel smile hung on his face, and the boy hurriedly whispered: "Okay, let's compare, I won't lose!"
After finishing speaking, the boy used both hands together, and began to dig out the cotton in the quilt desperately. When he dug up a ball, he stuffed it into his mouth, and his throat was itchy after eating.
Thanks to the boy's efforts, he soon ate a lot of cotton, so that his throat was so dry that he couldn't even eat the saliva. He still insisted on swallowing 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 became slower and slower, and he couldn't eat anymore.
Moreover, the boy always feels strange in his stomach. After eating so much cotton, it stands to reason that he should be full, but his stomach is still throbbing, and he feels bloated and painful, which is very uncomfortable.
"I must have eaten too much cotton... No, I can't eat any more."
The boy ate a lump again, and his stomach hurt even more.
So, he finally stopped eating cotton, but by this time he hadn't forgotten the game.
He endured the pain and said intermittently: "I... I can't eat anymore... You, can you still eat?... Us, who among us will win..."
The boy asked twice in a row, but there was no sound from the right.
For a long time, there was no sound on the right side, and the person who bet with him seemed to have disappeared, which made the boy very angry. I think that person must have lost, and wants to renege on his debts, and refuses to be his dog!
The boy hates bad debts the most, and decided to force him to confess, so he touched the right side with his little hand.
However, he only touched one wall, not half a figure.
"Strange, where did he go?"
At this time, the boy's stomach hurt more, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
After a long time, the boy gradually remembered that his right side was originally a wall, and no one was sleeping on his right side.
So, who was the one who talked and bet with him just now