Chapter 230 Is this a tribute?

There was no sound in the classroom for a long time.

After a while.

"Your dad is awesome!"

"Did he do this himself?"

“It must be very expensive.”

“I want my dad to make one too.”

The students spoke excitedly one after another.

The teacher thought with a wooden face, if all your fathers did this, our corridor would not be able to accommodate them.

The teacher sighed and asked, "Student Zhang Ruoshui, how do we put this on the podium?"

Not to mention getting on the podium, even getting in the door is a problem.

The others couldn't help but turn their heads and stare at the duckling.

The duckling also thought about whether he should tear down half of the wall of the classroom to let things in, and then invite everyone to appreciate it.

But considering that he would have to pay the school to repair the wall after demolishing it, the stingy duck gave up.

So it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

The whole class finally appreciated this handicraft together in the spacious playground.

The duckling also demonstrated to them the little mechanism of the ball on the spot.

"Snap", the sound of the machine expansion work was heard.

This time, it was no longer a machine gun that popped out.

Instead, a little bear popped out.

"Wow!" The students were shocked by the ingenious idea that the earth could open and bounce things out.

But when you look closely, you will see that the little bear has a three-lobed mouth.

The three-petal mouth was split.

Just like the puppets in the horror movie "Dead Silence".

The words on the tip of my tongue instantly turned into: "--What an ugly little bear!"

The duckling stepped on the teacher's shoulder, reached up and pressed the bear's nose.

The little bear's mouth suddenly opened wider and spit out flower petals and candy.

All of them hit the teacher's face with a crackling sound.

The students tilted their heads back, opened their eyes wide, and exclaimed “Wow” again.

"The little bear vomited! The little bear vomited!" they shouted in shock and horror.

The teacher rubbed his face numbly. What is this? I will have nightmares when I go home tonight...

That day, Xiaoya wrote a long text message to Komnenos.

She told him:

"The handiwork you did was so stunning that they were stunned."

"It's the best of all the work"

"The teacher will put it in the school's exhibition hall for others to visit."

Komnenos quickly replied, asking: "Put it in the exhibition hall? Does it mean it's great?"

The duck told him: "Yes"

"Then everyone will see the Earth that Komnenos made for me."

Komnenos was very happy to hear this and immediately told her in a positive manner: "I will help you with your homework next time."

...No.

The duck quickly typed: "No, your eyes are red from staying up all night, I won't do it anymore."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Faced with the children's thoughtfulness and concern, Mr. Komnenos, a master craftsman of his generation, could only retire with reluctance.

After sending the message, the duck called the principal and asked, "I want to put something in the school's exhibition hall. How much does it cost?"

In the end, the duck negotiated a price and paid 3,000 yuan per month, successfully having it placed in the most conspicuous position in the auditorium.

In the following years, it became the topic of conversation among every freshman class at the school...

*

Wei Wenyi was awakened by the sunlight. He slowly sat up from the bed and pressed the bell beside the bed.

Wei Wenjun knocked on the door outside, then pushed his wheelchair in and asked, "Did you see those monsters again last night?"

Wei Wenyi shook his head: "Call and ask Xiaoya when I get back. Will she be scared when I leave? Will she see a monster?"

Wei Wenjun followed the voice and made the call.

Despite the time difference, the call was answered quickly.

The child's voice gradually lost its childishness and became clearer.

"Aunt, I didn't have a nightmare, and I didn't see those monsters."

"Aunt, are you adapting well at your second uncle's house?" The child showed concern for her in return.

Wei Wenyi smiled a little: "It's nice here."

"Okay, bye, auntie. I'm going to eat."

Wei Wenyi put away his phone, stood there for a long time, and then couldn't help but raise his hand and knock on his head.

"It seems like I forgot something."

Wei Wenyi has basically recovered now. She can accept the fact that her father and sister are not around, and knows that Xiaoya is her niece.

But the memory is still a little bit worse.

Every time this happened, she couldn't help but hit her head.

Wei Wenjun comforted her: "Things that can be forgotten are of course unimportant."

Wei Wenyi nodded and said, "Let's go. If the negotiating party still refuses to change his attitude today, I will dig out one of his eyes."

Wei Wenyi said calmly: "I am mentally ill anyway."

Such magical effects made Wei Wenyi's mentality extremely stable and powerful.

She now not only looks like a normal person, but also like a very powerful, terrifyingly powerful person.

Wei Wenjun couldn't help but hold his forehead: "Someone opened a market on the dark web yesterday."

"What's opening?"

"Bet on who is crazier now, you or Komnenos."

Wei Wenyi thought for a moment and said, "Don't they all belong to Xiaoya? Why is there any need to gamble?"

"Yes, so they finally agreed that they couldn't live like this anymore."

“…”

China.

The duckling had dinner with his grandfather.

Mr. Zhang has a head of silver hair, which has shown signs of turning black again in recent years.

He was in a good mood and had few worries. Qin Sui's father was worried that Mr. Zhang's health would not last for a few more years.

But no one expected that after being recognized by the duckling, Mr. Zhang became healthier and his eyes opened wider every day.

"Come on, grandpa will take you to school." Old Mr. Zhang walked beside the duck with a crutch.

As we walked, he said, "Your uncle Xunyuan knitted a scarf. Take it to your uncle someday. Your second uncle works abroad, and now your aunt has passed away. He is the only one left in China to manage things. It's not easy."

The duckling nodded obediently when he heard the voice.

They took the subway instead of driving because the traffic was too congested.

After strolling out of the subway entrance, the duckling said, "Grandpa, we went the wrong way."

Mr. Zhang smiled and patted his forehead: "Oh yes, now our boy is going to junior high school."

Just like what Xiaoya said to Sheng Yuxiao at that time.

The years passed quickly.

In a flash, she will be in the first grade of junior high school. Today is the beginning of the new semester. Because Zhou Xiaoshu's grades are not good enough, she is separated from Xiaoya, but An Ying continues to study in the same class with her.

When I stepped into the classroom, I looked around and saw that most of the faces were unfamiliar.

It's inevitable that there will be noise in the classroom at the beginning of the school year.

But after the duckling walked in, it became strangely quiet inside.

They all turned their heads and looked at the duckling in surprise.

The child has grown a lot taller, and his eyebrows and eyes have become more mature.

Girls always develop earlier. The little girl standing there with her schoolbag in her hand already looked quite graceful.

"So beautiful." Someone whispered.

Moreover, the little girl's temperament is completely different from those around her.

There is a magic that makes people stare at her and can't look away.

"You can tell at first glance that he's a good student." Someone else concluded quietly.

The little girl looks so cute.

After the first class of school, the duck received a lot of small notes.

An Ying sat next to the duck and helped her unwrap a ball of paper.

"Can we be friends?"

An Ying lowered her eyes and thought, why? Just because you say you can do it, you can be Xiaoya's friend?

Thinking of this, An Ying was shocked and began to reflect on whether she was too intolerant.

I finally became the duck's friend, but I don't allow others to be friends with him...

While An Ying was still reflecting on herself, Xiaoya had already opened the next piece of paper.

"Can you give me your Penguin ID?" Little Duck whispered, and asked An Ying, "What do you want this for?"

Open the next one and it will ask for the phone number.

Then he asked her where she lived and made plans to go to school together.

The duck wondered, "Why don't they just ask?"

An Ying knew the answer. She whispered, "Because I've grown up."

I can no longer speak out anything like I did in elementary school.

"People should become more courageous as they grow older," the duckling whispered.

An Ying whispered in her heart, but many people are completely the opposite.

Only the duckling is not.

At the end of the day's class, the duckling received some snacks in addition to a small note.

All kinds of things, such as melon seeds, bubble gum, imported biscuits and chocolate balls... filled up the whole schoolbag.

The duck asked Anying: "Do they also want me to be their boss?"

No matter how you look at it, this looks like an offering.

An Ying felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong.