The sundial hour hand on the blackboard of the Spirit God in the non-mind retarded class was rotating quickly. The students in the non-mind retarded class walked in and out, chasing each other, some were studying, some were drawing villains on the blackboard of the Spirit God, etc. It was really a lively picture.

The sky gradually turns darker, and then turns whiter. The night and day alternate wildly.

Sun Wukong and Xiaobailong sat still on the spot, still keeping their stiff bodies, motionless. The scenes around them changed rapidly, and Sun Wukong and Xiaobailong remained silent.

For a long time, I walked past it without doing anything.

Sun Wukong and Xiao Bailong were lying on the window of the non-mind-retarded class, looking out the window a "little couple" talking about love.

Sun Wukong felt so eager to see him and sighed, "It's strange, why is my heart so powerful after this disaster? It's very entangled and uncomfortable."

Little Bailong held the drawing paper and the pen in his hand, and compared the "little couple" outside the window, and then said, "Brother Wukong, why do you think I have that feeling of empty heart? I'm afraid that if I'm idle, once I'm idle, it's even more uncomfortable than death."

Sun Wukong smiled softly, then sighed and said, "Oh, it took too much time, so he was punished by God."

The little white dragon focused outside the window and said, "Why should we hang our heads on the beam and thorns on the thighs?"

Sun Wukong said: "This is not enough, just use your heart. If the situation is not bad, right?"

The little white dragon was painting on the drawing paper, looking very fascinating.

Sun Wukong asked again: "Is that right?"

The little white dragon was still drawing on the drawing paper, looking very enthused, as if he hadn't heard Sun Wukong's question to him.

Sun Wukong said, "I'm asking you, right?" As he said that, he looked at Xiao Bailong's serious look and said in surprise: "Oh, it seems that you are really going to change your face, but why are you so unaccustomed? You're so unaccustomed. Let me see what you are busy with?" After saying that, he snatched the painting in Xiao Bailong's hand and looked stunned.

Xiaobailong said, "I haven't finished drawing yet, it's not perfect."

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Isn't it perfect? ​​Little Bailong, are your skin from Lingshen aluminum alloy? This is called painting? Is there a difference between painting and not painting?"

Indeed, the paintings painted by Xiaobailong are very ugly stickman versions, the "little couple" outside the window cherishes pen and ink more than famous painters.

Sun Wukong sat in the chair in the auditorium of the Lingshen Touching Arms and Legs, which is the gymnasium of the Future Century. Then he looked at it in a daze with a book, and kept muttering, "I really worked hard."

Huayin rehearsed the dance of the spirit god with several spirit god female students in the center of the Lingshen Touching Arms and Legs Hall.

The only person in the audience was Sun Wukong sitting there.

Sun Wukong looked at the book seriously and said, "I really work hard, I really work hard..."

Then Sun Wukong worked hard to find a small hole in the middle of the book held by his hands. He looked at the center of the Lingshen Touching Arms and Legs Hall, and Hua Yin and others rehearsed the Lingshen dance.

After a while, Hua Yin fell to the ground with a bang, and the book in Sun Wukong's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and then suddenly screamed.

Hua Yin was helped up by the girl beside her. She heard the sound made by Sun Wukong and looked towards Sun Wukong.

The girl supporting role pointed to Sun Wukong's direction and said, "Hua Yin, look."

The supporting girl B continued, "Can I think he is peeping at us?"

Hana Yin got up, continued to do the dance moves, and said, "Don't worry about him, let's continue to practice ours."

After saying that, Hua Yin and others continued to rehearse the Spirit God dance.

Sun Wukong hurriedly picked up the book that fell to the ground, his face turned red with shame, and then blocked the book and said, "I really worked hard, I really worked hard." As he said that, he kept continuing to recite.

For several days, Sun Wukong was still holding a book with a small hole in the middle on the chair of the audience seat of the Lingshen moving his arms and legs, watching Hua Yin and others rehearse the Lingshen dance.

On the first day, Sun Wukong held a book with a small hole in the middle and watched Hua Yin and others rehearse the dance of the spirit gods.

At this time, Hua Yin fell down and Sun Wukong's book fell to the ground.

The girl Jia of the dragon supporting role said, "Hua Yin, look."

The supporting girl B then said, "Can I think he is peeping us?"

The next day, Sun Wukong held a book with a small hole in the middle and watched Hua Yin and others rehearse the dance of the spirit gods.

Hua Yin still fell down with a bang, and Sun Wukong's book still fell to the ground.

At this time, the supporting girl Jia said, "Hua Yin, look."

The supporting girl B said, "Do I think he is peeping at us?"

On the third day, Sun Wukong held a book with a small hole in the middle and watched Hua Yin and others rehearse the dance of the spirit gods.

At this time, Hua Yin still fell down with a bang, and Sun Wukong's book still fell to the ground.

The girl with a dull expression on the supporting role.

The girl B of the dragon suit said, "Can I think he is peeping at us?" As he said, he hesitated for a while, thought for a while, and looked at the girl A of the dragon suit said, "Hey, you seem to have forgotten what you said."

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Sun Wukong stood at the gate of the Spiritual God Academy, and several spiritual god students hurried into the Spiritual God Academy.

Sun Wukong thought to himself, "My name is Sun Wukong, not Sun Wukong. He is still a student of the Spirit God. Although his grades are not ideal, his height is not very tall, his face is not very tender, his temper is not very normal, and he doesn't have much or anything, but at least I am still a student, a student of the Spirit God Academy."

At this time, Tang Xuanzang, the director of the Spirit God Sect, walked up to Sun Wukong angrily.

Tang Xuanzang pointed at Sun Wukong and shouted, "Are you still a spiritual god student? Sun Wukong, look at other students who are rushing to class, and look at you, sticking here without moving, pretending to be a big tree stump. Look at your height, do you meet the standards for pretending to be a big tree stump? You don't look like you, hurry up and run back to your non-mind retarded class, look at this time, less than three, uh, ten..." As he said, he raised his head and looked at the sky and said, "Uh, a quarter of an hour," and continued to be surprised and said, "Oh, Sun Wukong, how did you come today."

Sun Wukong smiled knowingly, bowed to Tang Xuanzang, and then accelerated to the Lingshen Academy.

Tang Xuanzang said in a long sigh: "This looks like a student." After that, he nodded with satisfaction.

It seemed that the same was true. Several spiritual god students held up their textbooks in front of the ancient building of Lingshen Teaching, sat in a squat, and several spiritual god students ran around the playground of Lingshen.

Several young couples were angrily talking about breaking up in the woods.

In the teaching rooms of several mentally retarded classes and non-mind-retarded classes, Lingshen Teacher was giving lectures to Lingshen students, and Lingshen students were very serious in listening to the lectures.

In that classroom, Teacher Lingshen was also teaching the whole class seriously, and the dead cockroaches were placed on the podium.

Sun Wukong walked in the corridor leading to the non-mind-retarded class, and several spiritual god students who had chased and fought were walking very well.

Sun Wukong said in his heart: "Everyone is making progress, of course I also want to make progress. In addition, my dream is to still be a spiritual god singer, a very popular spiritual god singer."
Chapter completed!