My Students Are Not Human Beings? !

[The next book will be "After finishing the game, I mistakenly took the Demon King as a gift", please save it~] Ji Mingxi, who had just graduated, was assigned to be a teacher in a mountain village school. The classroom was as dilapidated as a haunted house. It was tolerated. It was tolerated that the students were lazy and skipped classes and didn't like to study. But this was an unacceptable school that didn't even have a teacher! How can the flowers of the motherland suffer like this! He prepares lessons and teaches, cares about students, and strives to be a good teacher, but he finds that strange things happen frequently around him. More and more students are caught skipping classes, and people from society often break into the school to play adventure games. Not only do these people affect their teaching progress, but they also spread rumors that his students are not human beings? ! Who can bear this! Late at night, an interview popped up on the unplugged screen: Student 1: I was a big demon who could stop children from crying at night... You ask me now? Teacher Ji has to check his bed in the evening and cannot get out. Student 2: Are you acting recklessly? I'd rather you help me write my homework first. Student 3: Student? I don't even have a head. Do you think I look like a student? Don't let me catch those stinky kids skipping class! If I catch one, I have to make them make up all the papers I was forced to write, double the amount! When the dusty campus opened, a supernatural forum: [The school with hundreds of strange monsters sealed away has reopened. Please unite and go to the school to eliminate the monsters] A few months later... Never enter the school! Everyone who enters will be forced to do homework all night! *This story takes place in an imaginary world. It is made up from beginning to end. Do not substitute it into reality. Do not be superstitious and believe in science. *Anti-theft 70% *The update time is unstable, usually in the evening, and the little angels can come and see it the next day. *There is a little monster file book in the column. Interested babies can check it out. ———————————— "After finishing the game, I mistakenly took the Demon Lord as a gift" Copywriting On the day of her eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, Moshushu was hit with a sap. When he woke up again, he was wearing wedding clothes and sitting in a sedan chair. The man who wanted to get married to him had dark hair and red eyes, and he had an evil aura about him. He didn't look like he was getting married, but like he was here to kill someone. Motutu: Suckling is his thing. Demon clan, with fierce looks, strong strength, outstanding appearance, marriage first, love later, forced love, every one of them hits his xp. Thanks to his senior brothers and sisters who love him, he loves this adult gift very much! Moshushu was ready to make a move, but still maintained his bottom line and reserve, and said shyly: Are you willing? The atmosphere of wanting to fight on the other side was slightly stagnant, and his expression was a little subtle. The gift given by the elders was very suitable for him, but it was a little too pure. He couldn't understand it no matter what the hint, but it didn't matter. He had read all the story books since he was a child. He could teach him that the most important thing for the Hehuan Sect mascot is initiative and shamelessness. The days of adulthood were always happy, until he received a message from the Master: "Damn Demon King, I threw you cleanly before, but now I have to marry a demon to remember that you are his child. Don't be afraid of Sushu, my master will be here soon. Demon Lord Shuhan has a murderous desire to kill, and only kills in his mind. He is not the same as us. You must not offend him. Be patient for a few days, and master will introduce you to the strong man when he comes back." Thinking of his recent actions, Mochishu covered his mouth and cried, "Master, you are late. You have done everything you should and shouldn't do. I don't know if he will survive until tomorrow." He was a weakling, but he listened to the advice and packed up his things overnight to run away. However, before he could step out the door, he met a man with a dark aura. Weird words were scattered all over the floor, and Shuhan's blood-colored pupils no longer contained pure murderous desire. "I haven't finished studying the contents of these scripts yet. Where are you going?" Intention: Responsibility and love can pour out a field of flowers in the barren desert