Fang Sheng, an ordinary junior student with a normal body shape and good facial features, stood out among the eight remaining boys in the preschool education major and earned the undeserved reputation of being a junior.
However, Fang Sheng himself did not like the profession of preschool education. He believed in the truth that taking compulsory courses and skipping electives must be avoided. He repeatedly failed classes starting from his sophomore year, and finally suffered his retribution.
The electronic sound of the system seems to have a mocking meaning:
[Please keep in mind the purpose of kindergarten teachers - to inspire wisdom with heart, moisten the soul with love, make children happy and parents feel at ease. ]
Chen Xiao collapsed and pointed at the zombie child in front of him: "Where did his parents come from?"
[Uncivilized behavior detected! Behavior that disrespects a child's self-esteem has been detected! Dedication value -2 as punishment! ]
Chen Xiao was dumbfounded: "This thing also has self-esteem?"
The zombie kid's little face, which was so rotten that his facial features were almost invisible, suddenly wrinkled, and the bitten vocal cords began to work overtime urgently.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
Fang Sheng:? ? ?
"Oh, good, good boy, don't cry anymore. How about the teacher take you to ride the rocking car?"
The rocking car started with difficulty, and the out-of-tune nursery rhymes were accompanied by the squeaking sound of the mechanical operation. It was inexplicably weird - there was a rotten zombie on it, which was screaming to the rhythm of the nursery rhymes. There was a soft-spoken and smiling living person next to him who asked him if his throat hurt and if he wanted to drink some water before continuing to scream.
Teammates who don't know the truth: I'm super, there's something perverted here! !
The spirit is so normal that it is a bit outrageous. The spirit of attack
I don't know if it counts as a surprise:
[The main perspective is the attack]
[The kind that requires a long time to be pursued]
[Stitch monster world view, basically a little bit of everything]
I guess they are all very clichéd stories... With no idea at all.
Concept: In an abnormal world, normal people are abnormal, right?