The emperor remained silent for a long time until the little fat boy shook his arm.
He then said, "It's up to you."
There seemed to be a hint of regret in his tone.
It seemed as if he was unwilling to not be able to kill this man with his own hands.
The little fat boy couldn't hear it.
In order to fulfill his father's wish, to ensure that the people have enough food and clothing, and to become a qualified emperor, the little fat boy gave it his all.
On the way back, I studied very hard.
I am busy every day like a little top, spinning non-stop.
He has to study his academic subjects and math classes, and the little fat boy's eyes are shaped like studying.
It just so happens that he has a very good memory and is extremely intelligent.
When Master He saw him, he was like a poor man seeing a beautiful jade, and he wanted to teach him everything he knew.
It’s just that my progress in writing is quite behind.
But he is only four years old, so there is no need to rush.
1002 hated seeing Master He because he felt that He Yao had deprived his son of a wonderful childhood.
If it weren't for the fact that He Yao provided the little fat boy with quite a lot of emotions.
1002 I have to teach Master He a lesson.
However, as a system, if he dares to take action in this world, it is only to protect his cubs, and he will also be punished.
But he really hated He Yao and would rather attack one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of his own.
The little fat boy looks pitiful, but it’s just that 1002 has a filter in his eyes.
He just stopped skipping school and attended classes seriously.
I occasionally review after class, but other than that I climb trees, pick flowers, and fish every day.
I remember that yesterday the little fat boy was taken hunting by Feitu and Baizhui, and they caught a fish.
The little fat boy dragged the fish to the emperor. The emperor was very pleased and said that he would personally eat the prey and share it with the little fat boy.
The little fat boy was so scared that his face turned pale and he stammered.
The four-year-old chubby baby has chubby hands, which makes it difficult for him to hold a brush. 1002 Look at his small chubby hands and the big brush.
I was so distressed that I bought a bunch of pencils, fountain pens, and fountain pens from the system.
I don't worry at all about what others think of these things.
I only remember that everyone was having lunch at that time, the Taoyuan trio huddled aside, and Mr. He was checking Fatty's homework.
Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and the wind and clouds changed dramatically.
A beam of sunlight fell directly on the little fat boy's head, followed by the sound of pens colliding.
Xie Ruyi looked at those pens that were full of the flavor of modern society.
There was only one thought in my mind: Are gods also engaged in wholesale?
1002 was not satisfied yet and wanted to prepare some specialties from the interstellar world for the little fat boy. He also wanted to put himself into a pen and read and write for the little fat boy.
If the little fat boy hadn't strongly opposed and repeatedly stated that he wanted to learn it himself.
1002 I wish I could stuff myself into the little fat kid’s head, even though I’m there usually.
There are so many losers in the Tzu-tong regime. If it weren’t for the little fat boy’s “noble perseverance” (if it were delicious, there would definitely be no perseverance).
So we don’t know what the baby will look like when he grows up!
Under 1002's tearful gaze.
Fat Baby finally asked for a charcoal pencil, which he had used before.
Bathed in the gazes of everyone who looked at him like a god, the little fat boy took a deep breath, took the paper given by 1002 and started writing and drawing, and devoted himself to studying seriously.
The rice paper is too soft and he can't write on it.
Sometimes, I don’t know whether 1002 favors the fat kid, or the fat kid favors 1002.
The little fat boy made great progress, and Master He was extremely happy. However, the emperor was always afraid that he would become stupid.
In the past, he looked down on Xie Ruyi, Feitu and others, but now he would summon them from time to time with a cold attitude.
The few people were frightened and trembling. The emperor sipped his tea and told them expressionlessly to find more people to play with the fat boy.
Those who thought they were going to die looked up at the sky in silence.
The little fat boy is immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and his days are so fulfilling.
He didn't know that his father was worried every day that he was tired from studying.
I wish he would stop studying.
Master He put all his energy into the little fat boy, which made the young man he brought with him, He Yu, very angry.
Master He believed that He Yu had reached saturation and needed him to become enlightened on his own before he would teach him the next stage.
But how can a teenager understand what the teacher is thinking?
Not everyone is like a fat boy.
Master He inevitably ignored He Yu, and kept mentioning how good the little fat boy was in front of He Yu every day.
How smart.
He also lamented why he hadn't come to see the little guy earlier.
He Yu originally had good intentions towards the pretty and cute little girl, but day after day, he could only feel resentful.
Perhaps he realized that he was only concerned with his young disciple and had forgotten about He Yu, so Master He brought He Yu with him when he gave the class that day.
When the little fat boy was holding the pen and acting coquettishly to Master He, he felt a hidden malice.
He turned his head and looked at He Yu, who had a sour face.
"Hello~" The good baby didn't blame him. After all, he wouldn't be happy if someone else snatched his father from him.
Don't hit someone who smiles at you, especially a beautiful and cute chubby baby like this.
No one could say anything bad to those clear and pure big eyes.
He Yu stiffened his neck and face, and replied stiffly, "Yeah."
Master He focused on the studies of his two disciples and did not notice that the two of them were not getting along.
Few people treat the little fat baby with this attitude, but the fat baby knows that he is not gold and not everyone will like him.
Moreover, he is now a smart fat kid and should be humble to the younger children.
After learning knowledge, you will become a smart fat kid.
Although he doesn't mind, the little fat boy doesn't like to be treated coldly.
There are so many people who like him, why does he have to talk to people he doesn't like?
A fish's heart is also made of meat!
I watched the little fat boy tilt his head and start reading the short story that Master He wrote specifically for him.
He Yu had a sour face and kept looking at the little fat boy.
Look at him smiling, frowning, and pouting.
There was a hint of sarcasm on He Yu's face. Humph, a little baby who hasn't been weaned yet, his expression keeps changing while reading a story.
The Master said, a true man can remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him.
Feeling someone was staring at him, the little fat boy reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the story, and then saw He Yu with a mocking look on his face.
The little fat boy held up the notebook high to cover his face.
Complained to 1002: "Ding Ding, his eyes look like they're cross-eyed!"
1002 mindlessly agreed: "That's right."
He is a die-hard fan. He may not tolerate people who are nice to Zi Zi, let alone He Yu, whose nose is not a nose and eyes are not eyes?
1002 means, strangle them all!
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