My Wife is the Infinite Game Boss

Arc 3 | Xicheng High School (13) |

Wang Qiqi floated away again. After finishing her morning reading, Tan Gui, the art teacher, started working diligently again. Because he had already skipped a weekend, he started teaching again in the first class on Monday from Grade 0, Grade 1.

After not seeing each other for a few days, all the classmates in the class showed obvious ghost characteristics, which were manifested as slightly red eyes. Especially for Xue Jing, a pair of eyes had been dyed red. Some people have done many evil things in life and can turn into terrible evil spirits after death.

Now Xue Jing's eyes were not only red, but he had also become stronger. He felt that it was easy to deal with a human like Tan Gui, and he became energetic again.

As soon as Tan Gui entered the classroom, he habitually made trouble in Teacher Xiaotan's class: "Teacher, have you heard about what happened this morning? Several students jumped from the student building. It is said that there was a thud. It was a terrible fall."

The head teacher of their grade came during morning reading and the students were not allowed to say this, but the prickly-headed Xue Jing was in the rebellious stage, so he insisted on saying it. If he goes against the wishes of the grade director, a young art teacher like Tan Gui will also be punished.

Water far away can't relieve the fire nearby. So what if Tan Gui has a school director's wife? The other party is not at Xicheng High School now, so there is no way he could fly over to save Tan Gui.

Tan Gui nodded: "Teacher not only heard about it, but also saw it with his own eyes."

Xue Jing became excited. He didn't expect that Tan Hui Huan would dare to mention this matter. In the first class, the dean would patrol everywhere, and he would patrol according to the class, as long as he guided Tan Hui Hui to keep talking.

Tan Gui sighed: "The students in the school are under too much pressure, so this tragedy happened."

He brought the topic back to the classroom: "This is why the principal advocates that in the new semester, art courses should be added, so that everyone can combine work and rest and get spiritual relaxation. Why should I be your teacher? It is to let you Don't be nervous all the time. Okay, let's not talk about these digressions, let's continue with the class."

A tall dean was floating past the window at this time. Seeing Tan Gui teaching the students seriously, he nodded with satisfaction and drifted to the next class.

Tan Gui seemed to have never seen the dean at all. He sorted out the drawing papers he brought in, and then said: "Here are the self-portraits you drew in the last class. I have already corrected them. Monitor, please take these drawings." Pass it on, these are your works, keep them well and they will become part of your memory in the future."

People's memories are always easy to settle in the depths of their minds with the passage of time. Paintings and photos will bring beautiful memories to the old self one day in the future.

He did not grade the students on a 100-point scale. For any paintings that had no merit, he simply wrote a word "read" to indicate that the work had been accepted. If the painting was very good, he would write two words. It's good and feels particularly bright. Only those who are good at drawing seedlings can write about excellence.

Of course, the classmate who got the painting quickly discovered that the comments were different: "The teacher's handwriting is also very beautiful, just like a signature. It feels like it makes my painting more expensive."

The students who got the review did not have the bad feeling of failing, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little disappointed when they saw the good and excellence of others, and they couldn't help but be envious of other people's high scores. This is a student, whose emotions can always be easily controlled by grades.

When summoning Xue Jing, Tan Gui handed out a new stack of drawing paper to the students and passed it directly to the front row of each column.

"Today we are not going to draw a self-portrait, let's draw a human body."

Tan Gui took the ghost baby out of his backpack, stuffed a bottle into it, and placed it directly on the podium. In his hand was a particularly large triangular ruler with a semicircular hollow in the middle. It was just right to place the ghost baby in the hollow position in the middle of the triangular ruler to prevent it from crawling around.

After becoming a ghost, both real students and fake students can see the existence of the ghost baby. There are three other players in this class, the blond man, the booted woman, and the curly man. All three are old players with strong abilities. They are all good, at least one B-level rating.

After all, Class 0 is the class with the strongest overall strength in the first year of high school. New players or relatively poor veteran players have almost no chance of survival in this class. But the most powerful blond man was shocked by this ugly and weird baby.

The blond man used his identification skills and found that the ghost baby's attributes were quite terrifying, and he was a ghost that he had absolutely no way to deal with.

Although he has purple blood, he has not grown up yet, and he cannot defeat the ghost infant with the ghost realm.

It was Xue Jing who spoke: "Teacher Tan, you are going too far. It doesn't matter if you like to show affection. Why did you bring your child to class? This is a classroom, not a place for you to nurse your child!"

Ning Xue, the class beauty who was gentle and liked to see Xue Jing deflated, also said worriedly: "Yes, teacher, such a small child should be kept next to the mother. How can he sit on the desk all the time? Please return the child quickly." Bar."

"Don't worry, the teacher got the mother's permission." It wasn't with the mother's permission that the child was left to him.

Tan Gui said: "I haven't finished speaking yet. Babies are the most innocent stage in life and also the beginning of life. Everyone grows up slowly from a little baby. This is our special model today. From In him you can see yourself as you first came into this world."

Xue Jing retorted: "Teacher, what the hell are you talking about? I wasn't so ugly when I was young."

Indeed, the ghost baby is not good-looking at all. It looks like the brain has been pinched. It has some weird shapes. It is also bruised all over, with wrinkled skin. It looks stunted. It is far from the fair and tender baby that everyone remembers. . There are quite a few handsome boys and beauties in Class 0. They have been good-looking since childhood and refuse to equate themselves with such ugly babies.

Tan Gui continued: "Don't judge a book by its appearance. The model just looks softer. In fact, she is not young and can be your senior."

All the students in Class 0: God is so pretty, there must be something wrong with Teacher Xiaotan's head.

After Tan Gui explained, he looked at Xue Jing: "And what did you just say? What do you mean that I like to show affection? Your wife has never come to the classroom. We never show it, because it is a natural expression of affection. "

Xue Jing wanted to talk about the teacher, but was targeted by the ghost baby. His scalp went numb and he sat down.

The ghost baby who was called ugly by Xue Jing was very vindictive. He could not resolve his hatred with just one look. The ghost baby originally wanted to throw the bottle away, but was reluctant to do so. His eyes rolled around the podium and he grabbed the chalk box. , and threw it directly at Xue Jing's head.

If Xue Jing hadn't been able to hide quickly, the place where the chalk was stuck would not be his broken table, but his head.

Teacher Tan Gui was still adding fuel to the fire: "I told you to respect your senior. Let me introduce to you. His name is Wang Qingyuan. You can call him Senior Wang."

The ghost baby made a babbling sound, seeming to agree with Tan Gui's words.

"Okay, classmate Xue Jing, there is an empty desk at the back of the classroom. You can move the desk over first and make do with it. It's important to attend class."

Xue Jing standing in the ruins:...

Today's art class really pissed him off! He must have done too many things in his previous life to meet an art teacher like Tan Gui.