The little girl didn't go to Mr. Xu's class today, so she was naturally very happy without shaking her head and reading the disturbing poems.

But the Chinese studies class is full of energetic young men.

Only the little girl, a small ginseng mixed among a group of teenagers, looked particularly eye-catching.

There were several books on the sixth brother's desk, and the little girl opened one and read it when she had nothing to do.

As a result, as soon as she looked at the first page, the cumbersome words and obscure classical Chinese poems had already persuaded her to give up.

The little girl closed the book and couldn't help but yawn.

Um...

I was so sleepy when I read the book and wanted to go to bed.

“…”

The boy beside him watched the little girl yawn, and his eyes were a little shocked.

It's early in the morning, and this girl can even sleep.

The Chinese studies class is different from the beginner class. In the beginner class, the little girl relies on her young age and when she doesn't listen to the class, Mr. Xu treats her as if she doesn't see anything because of her face.

However, this Chinese studies class is different. Just when the little girl was a little sleepy when she was reading books, she was thinking about whether to sleep for a while.

I heard a commotion outside, like a heavy clanging sound of iron boots stepping on the floor.

The school, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet.

The little girl subconsciously raised her head, and what hit her was the tall men wearing iron armored battle robes that suddenly appeared at the door.

The man in the lead swept over the students present with a cold face.

When the little girl looked at the familiar scar on the man's face, she immediately recognized him.

Isn’t this person the scarred face she saw at her sixth brother last time?

Perhaps the little girl was sitting there too eye-catching, which made Scarface look at her.

The gloomy and cold gaze scared the little girl's face changed, and she subconsciously leaned into the boy's arms.

"Sixth...brother..."

Ye Qiqi stretched out his hand and pulled the boy's sleeve, feeling inexplicably scared.

The boy glanced at the little girl who was holding her sleeve tightly, and curled her lips: "What are Qiqi afraid of? It's just a military strategy class."

Military Art Class?

When the little girl heard this, she saw that the scarred face made people raise some common weapons.

Listening to Scarface explaining in front of him, the little girl felt a little dizzy.

She felt that she shouldn't have come. She could sleep soundly when listening to poetry in the beginner class, let alone these weapons that fight and kill.

What made the little girl even more frightened was that when the scarred uncle talked about a certain weapon, he held it directly in his hand and stood in front and gestured a few times.

The blade, which was emitting a cold light, flashed slightly with a bloodthirsty cold light.

The little girl was afraid that his hands would not be held firmly, so he would have a lot of students sitting in front of her.

Just thinking of that scene, the little girl couldn't help but tremble.

Very... so terrible!

It made her involuntarily recall the fear that she had been dominated by the great tyrant father.

"If you don't want to hear it, just go to bed."

The boy looked at the little girl's face that pretended to be calm and composed, and reached out and rubbed the little girl's head.

“No…no sleep.”

The little girl shook her head stubbornly.

She doesn't want to sleep.

Even if she is asleep now, she feels that after she has seen this scarface, she will definitely not sleep soundly and will definitely have nightmares.

Instead of being scared to wake up when she had nightmares, she might as well wake up stronger.
Chapter completed!