Hang City High School was a comprehensive school in Hang City.
From the elementary school to the high school, the facilities were complete.
It was class time, and the sound of reading came from the classroom.
On the field, the students who were having physical education class were sweating.
Bai Xiaoge walked slowly. His footsteps seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, he said,
His body passed through the courtyard wall and arrived at the elementary school. His footsteps stopped at the entrance of the third grade class one.
On the podium, the substitute teacher was talking non-stop.
However, it was obvious that the students below were not interested in what he said!
Many students were lying on the table and praying (sleeping).
The old man's grandson was called Yang Xiaoming.
Her face was round, fair, and clean. There was a hint of baby fat, and she looked very likable.
When Bai Xiaoge found it, Yang Xiaoming was looking out the window with a dazed expression as if he was thinking about something.
Bai Xiaoge raised her hand slightly, and a wailing staff appeared in her hand. Thick Yin Qi gathered on it.
In an instant, an image appeared in his mind.
Although there was a clear rule that reapers could not interfere with living things, it was not a big deal to just convey a message.
This was the ability of a ghost soldier that only possessed a cultivation base higher than that.
They could use ghost artifacts as a medium.
He could cast some small spells without hurting his body.
In an instant, the scene had already formed in Yang Xiaoming's dream.
"Grandma?"
In the dream, Grandma revealed a kind gaze and was helping Xiaoming tidy up the clothes in front of him.
"Grandma?"
He had a head full of silver hair and a familiar smile on his wrinkled face.
Who else could it be but Grandma?
Yang Xiaoming knew very well that his grandmother had passed away.
However, he couldn't control his emotions. He turned around and threw himself into Grandma's arms.
"Grandma, I miss you!"
"Did you behave yourself?" The old woman looked at her lovingly.
"He was clearly very obedient…"
Yang Xiaoming pouted.
" You…" The old woman's voice was full of affection.
……
The netizens in the livestream started worshipping the familiar wailing stick the next time they saw it.
"F * ck! What is this?"
" Interrupting? Students attending classes normally?"
"It's fine if you dress up in a weird way! They even spread superstitions on the Internet!”
"It has been reported!"
"Report plus one. The school is a holy land. We can't be polluted by these people who do whatever it takes to gain popularity.”
……
The people who were reporting in the live broadcast room had already lined up and were reporting fervently.
All of them seemed to have foreseen the scene of the live broadcast being banned and were very excited.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoming suddenly called out in his sleep.
"Grandma, don't go!"
Yang Xiaoming quickly chased after Grandma.
Yang Xiaoming regained his senses and stood up abruptly.
Bang!
In an instant, the entire class looked over.
The teacher who was teaching was also shocked.
Facing everyone's gaze, Yang Xiaoming blinked.
In an instant, his expression became a little painful.
Tears came out as soon as she said it.
"Teacher, my stomach hurts!"
Although Yang Xiaoming didn't say it explicitly, the teacher understood and said kindly,""Hurry up and go! Teacher has paper here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xiaoming had already run out of the classroom, clutching his stomach.
The scene in the live broadcast room also switched simultaneously.
Obviously, Bai Xiaoge followed him. He wanted to confirm if the content of the dream was successfully conveyed.
Naturally, he had to do things properly when he received money.
At the same time, he wanted to let the people in the live broadcast room see the effect of the dream and promote the culture of hell.
Hence, the people in the live broadcast room saw Yang Xiaoming run straight home after he came out.
She didn't look like she had a stomachache. She was clearly looking for an excuse to sneak out.
Yang Xiaoming flew home.
When the old men at the entrance of the neighborhood saw her, they all looked surprised.
"Little Ming, why aren't you in class today?”
Yang Xiaoming ignored them all. He was not in the mood to chat with them.
Because Grandma had told her in her dream that there was a priceless treasure hidden in the old box beside her bed.
When she got home, she went straight to Grandma's room and opened her bed.
"There is indeed a small box!"
Yang Xiao Ming was delighted. It was just as his grandmother had said.
An old wooden box with a small golden lock!
This was going to be rich!
He was so excited that he immediately called his mother…
"Hey, Mom, come back quickly. Grandma left us a priceless treasure!”
Yang Xiaoming was so excited that his face was red and his heart was beating fast.
The live broadcast room was in an uproar.
"F * ck! How can there be such an operation?"
"Streamer, please come to my dreams! Please give me a dozen grandmas of the same style!"
…………
………
"Mom, I'm serious. I'm at home now! Come quickly!"
Yang Xiaoming was so excited that he kept urging his mother to go home.
"Yang Xiaoming, your wings have hardened now, right? I can't control you anymore! You actually learned to play truant!”
However, a torrent of curses came from the other end of the phone.
"Alright, Yang Xiaoming, just you wait. I'll deal with you when I get back from work!"
As soon as he said that, Yang Xiaoming felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him.
Her entire body was trembling.
"Could it really be a daydream? But my grandma wouldn't lie to me."
The live broadcast room burst into laughter.
Wasn't this just a daydream?
"When I was in school, I would lie to the teacher that my stomach hurt whenever I didn't want to go to school! Go home and look for treasures. To think you could think of that!”
……
"Back then, my sister was like this. When she told me that our family had won a 100 million yuan prize, I threw my school bag in the face of the form teacher and said goodbye to her!”
"What happened upstairs?"
"Curious?"
"Stop talking. I stood there for a week when I got home!”
"What do you mean? Little brother, you don't understand?"
"Sigh, it's all tears. Now that I think about it, my butt still feels a faint pain!”
"Hahaha! I pity the person above."
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