The Big Guy Has Great Wisdom in Konoha

“It is 15 cm, the teacher.” Ding Dinga’s majestic voice repeatedly echoed in the quiet.

At the moment of answering the question, Ding Ding only felt that the whole person was sublimated. This kind of answering feelings and showing the feeling of self -showing self, ah ~ Is this the feeling of an excellent student? That’s … have I lost it?

Ding Ding suddenly wanted to cry, and the outbreak of this emotion seemed to have no reason. He didn’t have so much sadness in his life. So he tightened his muscles and widened his eyes, and forced tears.

However, in the eyes of other people, after the question was answered, Ding Ding looked at the teacher and stared at the teacher.

The teacher appointed the fear of the students just now, swallowed his mouth and spit, and paused a little: “No, very correct, the child of Tintin is right, it’s great ~ everyone applauds him!”

The applause of the sparse Lala came later.

“…” Ding Ding was silent for a moment, and began to think about looking back to find someone to ask how to jump.

The idea of jumping was closed in Ding Ding’s mind, and he still focused on the classroom itself.

Although the knowledge of the teacher is extremely simple, the teacher of the full -time professor has long developed the habit of exaggerating the tone. The adult sounds funny, but in Ding Ding’s ears, it is like light music, and it makes people feel at ease.

Happy time is always short. After class, the bell sounded quickly, and the teacher did not even arrange the homework, and fled to leave.

In a whole lesson, the one sitting in the middle of the back row and the face of his face seemed to be not very concentrated throughout the process, and he looked at himself with a smiley look. Although he knew that it was indeed a student, in the face, it made people feel that he was going to be cast in the lake in the cement tonight …

After class, Illica came again.

In a class, he has completed psychological construction.

He ignored all Ding Ding’s place where ordinary people were different, raising his avatars and training other students.

He asked Ding Ding to do the chair and found a office board for writing, promising to solve the problem of tables and chairs in the past two days. I also persuaded Ding Ding and let him make more friends.

Before the ringing bell rang, Iluka patted his shoulder and said gently: “Go to me if you encounter something.”

Feeling the warm and warm Chakra, Ding Ding sighed sincerely: “You are a good teacher.”

Iurka looked at Tintin’s stingy face and trembled instinctively. Obviously, he was not as calm as his performance, but he still smiled and inspired a few words. superior.

The bell rang, and Iluka began to teach Chakra’s refining way. The first grade Chakrati, the second -year meridian operation, and the third grade seal are all very strict content of the assessment of the ninja school.

But this is still useless for Tintin.

The age of Pinnacla to refine Chakra is much more age than the in -school enrollment. Their secret family has been in contact with the medicinal baths since the month. Carat.

Ding Ding is more special. He was born in Chakra, and the refinement of Chakra has long become the instinct of breathing and heartbeat. Even most of the time he needs to divide his energy to suppress, Ding Ding believes that his obvious excessive deterrence is related to this.

Although most ninjas do not have the ability to perceive Chakra, the ninja who has been living and dying for a long time can still vaguely feel the danger of Chakra’s stimulus. It is a pity that because of the refining Chakra soluble in instinct, as long as Ding Ding is in excitement or unconscious, he will extract Chakra overdose.

Even so, Ding Ding still had no impatient emotions. He listened with interest and kept remembering something in his hand. This was the case until noon.

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4th grade at noon

Naruto took the chin and arrived on the table, and there was a dry wallet on the side: “Uh … I want to eat ramen.”

Having said that his stomach began to grun, and he helplessly took out the last left ball from the table hole: “There are still half a month, how can this live?”

Not far from him, Shikamaru holding his lunch box, looking up at Ding Qi, who was still eating potato chips, couldn’t help but surprise: “What about your lunch?”

“Ding Ding will bring me.” Ding Ci said vaguely, his eyes narrowed, feeling the touch of the potato chips crushed at the tip of the tongue.

“Ding Ding? Your monster brother?” The relationship between the Three people of the pig and deer, the sons of several tribe, often met with their parents, and they were familiar.

“Don’t say that, he will be unhappy when he hear it.” Although he said so, Ding Ci’s tone was very soft, and he didn’t even open his eyes.

“He has come to school? Also, he is six years old.” Shikamaru’s brain began to calculate all kinds of sensation that Tintin’s arrival, “Ah, it’s troublesome.”

Dingci did not care about Shikamaru’s words. All his minds were placed in the potato chip bags in his hands. Just now he deliberately picked all the two half of them and the broken potato chips. A perfect potato chips that are intact and unattended or even stained with seasonings.

He licked the broken end of his mouth and broke away with a small eye: “This is the last enjoyment!”

But before he stretched out his fingers, he saw a shadow suddenly struck and snatched his potato chip bag from above.

“Who!” Ding Ci turned his head suddenly, and the sperm in his eyes even made a light band. no matter who! I can’t snatch this last piece from my hands …

“Oh, Ding Ding is you.” Ding Ci tried his best to smile, that’s okay.

Ding Ding made the potato chips in his hand into a group, accurately cast it into the trash can in the corner of the classroom, and blamed it with a low voice: “You eat this kind of non -nutritious junk food, Ouy Sauce.”

To put it, put the bento forward in the hand: “Fried big fat with Tiramisu, thirsty and milk tea. This is what people who should eat the Qiu Dao family should eat.”

The Shikamaru on the side listened to this, and could not help but have a tight facial features, revealing the expression of the elderly of the subway. As the best friend of Ding Ci, he has eaten these foods launched by these Qiu Dao families in recent years. Each of the food has been tired of each other, and he even matches it.

Ding Ci took the bento silently, but he felt pretty good. On the contrary, Ding Ding, the R & D of these foods, never eats these.

After handing the bento, Naruto also came here at this time: “The brother you said was Dingci.”

Ding Ding turned around and lifted another bento in his hand: “Brother Naruto, I also bring you, do you want to eat together?”

Naruto listened to this, and then nodded hard: “Hmm!”

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