So, do chickens have athlete's foot
The answer is not important.
As soon as Wu Xiaoqi asked this question, he immediately regretted it.
Because Pang Jiao was a beat slow when chewing the chicken feet.
That beat was so obvious that Wu Xiaoqi's heart seemed to slow down for a beat.
The time and space around seemed to have stopped. Pang Jiao's big mouth was filled with broken chicken feet bones. Wu Xiaoqi could see the piles of white bones.
And Pang Jiao, with her murderous gaze about to turn towards him.
How he wished that time could go back.
He once had a chance to have a good sleep, but he didn't cherish it.
If God gave him another chance, Wu Xiaofa swore that he would never say those words to the female warrior.
If you add a deadline, he will never tell you in his life.
It’s a pity that life is a game that cannot be reversed, just like the three-point shot made by Wu Xiaoqi on the basketball court.
No regrets for dropping the ball.
Wu Xiaoqi's thoughts could not move faster than time after all, and Pang Jiao's huge head turned over.
Pang Jiao swallowed the chicken feet in her mouth in one gulp. She raised her cell phone and slammed the table angrily.
"Boom!" A loud noise shook the surroundings.
Wu Xiaoqi's hair was blown by the air wave.
The students who were nearby were almost frightened and jumped up!
"Ah!" Yu Wen and Jiang Yanan screamed, looking so weak and helpless that Dong Qingfeng softened his heart.
Even Chen Qian, who was standing at the front, had a slight tremor in his hand holding the pen.
Wu Xiaoqi watched with his own eyes as a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the solid wooden table. It was not a crack, but an abyss that was about to erupt.
He hugged the basketball in his hand tighter. Only in this way could he find some comfort.
Class monitor Huang Zhongfei stood up from the podium and looked over here. He took a deep breath and asked:
"Pang Jiao, what's wrong with you?"
Pang Jiao glared at Wu Xiaoqi: "He just picked a fight with me!"
Huang Zhongfei: "What do you want?"
"I was eating chicken feet, and he asked me if chicken has athlete's foot. Squad leader, do you think I should slap him?" Pang Jiao looked like she was not going to give in.
As expected, Pang Jiao's words caused a stir, and whispers were heard in the class.
Wang Longlong exclaimed: "Xiao Qi is so brave today. He actually dared to provoke Pang Jiao."
Guo Kunnan said: "Indeed, he usually doesn't dare to fart in front of Pang Jiao."
Everyone still remembers how arrogant Wu Xiaoqi was when he first transferred to Class 8. He held a basketball and took pictures in the back row, making the place chaotic and causing complaints.
As a result, Wu Xiaoqi has become much more restrained since becoming deskmate with Pang Jiao.
"Evil will be punished by evil." Guo Kunnan sighed.
Song Sheng, who was studying next to Wu Xiaoqi, was just solving a difficult math problem. He was halfway through his thinking when Pang Jiao suddenly interrupted him, leaving him at a loss.
Song Sheng was not in a good mood. He quit the study mode and said unhappily:
"Isn't it just someone saying something to you? Why do you have to get so angry?"
"Besides, the chicken doesn't even complain about your smelly mouth, so why are you worried about its athlete's foot?"
He started with personal attacks.
Good scolding! Wu Xiaoqi felt relieved. At this moment, he even felt that Song Sheng was his brother.
Pang Jiao was furious. She pointed at Song Sheng and cursed, "You fat pig!"
Song Sheng's expression changed instantly.
Zhang Yifei jumped out and turned the tables: "Song Sheng, didn't my sister Jiao just say one thing about you?"
"Look at your face, it looks like you've been digging coal."
"How come a grown man doesn't have any dignity?"
After she finished speaking, Zhang Yifei's square face was full of pride. This was the art of language. Her sisters would definitely look at her with new eyes.
Song Sheng was first scolded by Pang Jiao, and then treated sarcastic by Zhang Yifei, which made him very angry.
Who is he? He is the Overlord Song Sheng!
Song Sheng stared at Pang Jiao's huge body and cursed, "You are the fat pig, dead fat pig, you are heavier than me!"
Pang Jiao hated being told about her weight the most. She would say, "Bullshit, I'm not as heavy as you!"
Song Sheng: "You are heavier than me!"
Pang Jiao: "You are heavy, you are heavy, you are heavy!"
The two once again carried out long-range artillery fire across Wu Xiaoqi.
Wu Xiaoqi was like the sandwich in a cookie, in a dilemma. Suddenly, he had an idea: "Am I okay?"
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao were cursing fiercely, and Zhang Yifei, who was standing by, would come to help from time to time. The whole classroom was filled with the noise of the three of them scolding each other.
Class monitor Huang Zhongfei stood on the podium, completely unable to stop it; his voice had already been drowned out.
On the south side of the classroom, Bai Yuxia silently took out her headphones. She elegantly untied the headphone cord, calmly put them in her ears, and continued reading.
Her deskmate Chen Siyu did not have such awareness. She was concentrating on watching the fierce battle.
Someone in the back row took advantage of the situation and shouted, "Fight, fight!"
"A gentleman takes action, not words!"
Miraculously, the quarrel between Song Sheng and Pang Jiao did not deviate from the topic and still revolved around obesity.
At this moment, Cui Yu exploded with his inner energy and shouted wildly:
"I know who's fat!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Sheng, Pang Jiao, and Zhang Yifei all looked over.
The focus of the class is on Cui Yu.
Cui Yu knew that it was his turn to perform. He straightened his collar and hair, then cleared his throat in an artificial manner.
Pang Jiao glared at him fiercely: "Cui Yu, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will tear you apart alive!"
Cui Yu had fought with Pang Jiao before, so he was not so afraid. Moreover, he dared to take action, which proved that he was confident.
He said, "Yuzhu, Yuzhu, where is your scale? Come and weigh them!"
Huang Yuzhu is a rare talent in Class 8. He has everything. According to Cui Yu, a small scale should be no problem for him.
However, Huang Yuzhu looked embarrassed and said:
"My scale can only weigh a dozen pounds at most."
Huang Yuzhu has one that can weigh one or two hundred kilograms at home, but it is too big for him to move.
Cui Yu was stunned.
The jade pillar, which had always worked, was no longer effective.
"Cui Yu!" Pang Jiao called him as if calling a soul.
In a panic, Cui Yu's brain cells worked rapidly, and suddenly, the clouds cleared and the sun came to him. He thought of it!
Cui Yu said calmly: "It was just a small mistake just now. I have a way to compare your weights."
He pointed to the window over there:
"Look at the ridge on the window edge. We can put a desk on it. You two, one sitting on one end of the desk and the other sitting on the other end. Using the principle of a seesaw, wouldn't it be possible to weigh who is heavier?"
After saying this, Cui Yu couldn't help but think that, damn, he was simply one of the most outstanding geniuses in history.
In ancient times, there was "Cao Chong weighing an elephant", and now there is Cui Yu weighing his classmates!
Compared with the wisdom of the seniors in the textbooks, I am afraid that only he can do it!
I am a great talent!
After hearing this, Wang Longlong in the back row thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, this method will work."
Ma Shicheng: "If you can ensure that the middle of the desk is pressed against the window sill, it is indeed possible."
Cui Yu's method was recognized by most students.
Next, it’s time to choose the windows.
The students looked towards the south together, first locking onto the windows near Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong.
However, everyone only stared for a few seconds before looking away, and all of them did not move their tables.
My eyes continued to move back, and Miao Zhe in the back row was also sitting next to the window.
After seeing this scene, he understood what everyone meant.
Facing his former deskmate, and his former deskmate Pang Jiao, no one in the class knew Pang Jiao better than Miao Zhe.
Every time he left his seat, he could always clearly feel Pang Jiao's strong tiger-like back.
Miao Zhe did not refuse. At this moment, he was willing to help the couple.
Miao Zhe stood up and moved the books on the table to the stool, leaving a long table empty.
"Let's go!" Pang Jiao must have a clear showdown with Song Sheng today.
The classmates rushed to the back row.
Song Sheng moved his hands and moved the desk to the windowsill.
The desks are at one end in the corridor outside the window and at the other end in the classroom.
Cui Yu witnessed the weighing plan he had planned, and he couldn't help but feel proud. It felt so good to have accomplished something big just by talking.
Pang Jiao led her sisters to the corridor, while Song Sheng stayed in the classroom.
Wang Longlong gestured and saw a raised white window frame on the window sill.
The position where the desk touches the window frame should be in the middle.
"Okay, let's get started. I will be the commentator for this game." Wang Long rolled the book into a stick.
Cui Yu was surprised: "This can also be explained?"
Wang Longlong waved his hand and said, "Please take your positions, this is a 1v1 match between men and women with restrictions."
"First, please welcome contestant Song Sheng to the stage. Referee, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and prepare stools for the contestants."
Cui Yu moved a stool over.
Song Sheng took a domineering step with his strong legs and stepped onto the stool.
Wang Longlong: "Pang Jiao, get in position quickly!"
With the help of her sisters Zhang Yifei, Li Shengnan and others, Pang Jiao also stepped onto the stool.
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao, through the window, seemed to be emitting laser rays from their eyes.
"Ready!" Wang Longlong shouted.
"Deng!"
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao stepped onto the desk at the same time.
Cui Yu clenched his hands, and so did his classmates. Everyone was looking forward to the result.
Squad leader Huang Zhongfei stood outside the crowd dejectedly. What was going on
Wu Xiaoqi was very close, and he heard the desk wailing in pain, as if asking for help!
The 'desk seesaw' was finally constructed.
At this time, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
As soon as the grade director, Mr. Yan, went up to the second floor, he saw this scene.
Teacher Yan shouted, "What are you doing?"
He ran over here.
Wang Longlong held the microphone and said, "Oops, something has happened, the game is cancelled!"
"Hurry, come down!"
However, at this time, Song Sheng and Pang Jiao were sitting at one end of the seesaw on the desk. The seesaw was swaying up and down due to uneven force, like a lone boat in the rough sea, and it was difficult to get down.
When Teacher Yan arrived, he saw two fat guys playing on the seesaw in front of him.
It looks like a peaceful and tranquil time.
Teacher Yan's face turned green with anger, and his voice trembled: "What are you doing?"
The two of them couldn't think of an excuse for a while, and Wang Longlong next to them quickly responded:
"Teacher, they are learning physics!"
Teacher Yan glared at Wang Longlong fiercely. He had been the dean of studies for so many years. What excuses had he not heard
Teacher Yan reached out and roughly pulled Pang Jiao off.
Pang Jiao almost lost her balance, staggered two steps, and yelled in a delicate voice: "Teacher, I sprained my ankle!"
Teacher Yan's skills are countless times higher than Gao Heshuai's. He drank:
"Even if your leg is broken, you have to come to the office with me!"
"And you, come out here!" He pointed at Song Sheng.
"The rest of you, get back to your seats and study!"
Teacher Yan took the two of them away.
The students in Class 8 were left in silence, staring at each other, not knowing what to do.
Wang Longlong said: "Brother Cui, you are awesome. You defeated them both with one move!"
Cui Yu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it was true.
…
After Song Sheng and Pang Jiao left, the last class in the afternoon ended in a weird atmosphere.
Everyone went to the front of the teaching building to practice Tai Chi.
Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong went home for dinner, and Aunt Gu had already prepared the meal.
Dinner was rice made from spiritual rice, and the dish was a big pot of boiled pork slices.
Aunt Gu’s cooking skills are getting better and better, and the meat slices are especially delicious with rice.
Xue Yuantong ate two and a half bowls.
After finishing her meal, she tasted a few pieces of sweet and delicious watermelon and squinted her eyes comfortably.
Afterwards, Xue Yuantong dragged his little body onto Jiang Ning's mountain bike and went to school with him.
This is Xue Yuantong's wonderful life.
…
After school in the afternoon, Ma Shicheng, Wang Longlong and others practiced Tai Chi as planned and bought some food before returning home.
They thought the classroom was too stuffy, so they went to the corridor to eat.
It is a wonderful thing to eat while looking at the campus below and watching the classmates coming and going, especially the pretty girls.
Wang Longlong ate moon-shaped steamed bun, Ma Shicheng ate roujiamo, and Cui Yu took a bamboo stick and stabbed his sauce-flavored pancake.
Hu Jun tasted a bite of the oden he bought. It was really moist!
He thought of the aunt who sold oden.
Wang Longlong's mouth was dry after eating, so he took a sip of water. He drank the purified water in the classroom directly.
It’s not that he can’t afford porridge or other drinks, but Wang Longlong likes purified water with spicy moon-baked buns.
He just took a sip of water when he heard Cui Yu: “What the hell?”
"What's wrong?" Wang Longlong looked in the direction his eyes were looking and saw a boy and a girl holding badminton rackets, standing in front of the teaching building, ready to play.
The guy is not good-looking, so we can ignore him. The key is the girl.
The girl is nearly 1.7 meters tall and well-developed, and her movements when playing badminton are quite large.
She swung the racket and the badminton flew out, but the classmates' eyes were not on the badminton, but on something else.
Cui Yu was excited: "This is too big!"
"Brother Gui, Brother Gui, look quickly!" He shook Meng Gui beside him.
Meng Gui closed his eyes to gain enlightenment, but he remained unmoved as he was a man who cultivated his mind.
Cui Yu had no choice but to turn Meng Gui's head, point it at the female classmates downstairs, and then pry open his eyes.
Meng Gui was very impatient at first, but after just one look, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Not only Cui Yu and his classmates from Class 8, but also the students from the neighboring Class 9 and Class 10 discovered it. Everyone called their friends and soon, the entire corridor was filled with boys watching.
Yu Wen came up the stairs and saw the scene. She was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
Cui Yu said excitedly: "Watching the game."
When there are many people watching, especially young men full of vigor and vitality, they are likely to cause a commotion.
Someone shouted, "Good shot!"
"Great shot, one more!"
After a while, someone started shouting too, and the voices became one and the same.
“Good shot, good shot!”
A man and a woman downstairs continued playing ball after hearing this.
After a while, students from the teaching building opposite heard the noise and they leaned over the windows and shouted:
“Good shot, good shot!”
For a moment, the momentum was overwhelming.
Wang Longlong and Ma Shicheng did not get involved, they were still eating.
Wang Longlong heard the noises coming from the surroundings and said:
"Brother Ma, in this situation, I want to recite a poem."
Ma Shicheng said, "You read it."
Wang Longlong: "The monkeys on both sides of the river are crying non-stop..."