The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 672 Taoist Master An Sheng, Slaying Demons and Eliminating Evil

"You stupid head! Think about what I did back then so I can be mentally prepared!" An Sheng, floating above the kindergarten, rubbed his head hard, trying to figure out what had happened.

But I really have no memories of the past.

An Sheng wasn't actually old enough to go to school. Back then, his parents were both busy, and An Sheng got lost following the old man's goldfish, so his parents sent him to kindergarten a year early.

Back then, being able to hold it in and not wet your pants was considered quite remarkable.

How could he possibly have a memory? Who can remember how many diapers they used as a child?
While Mr. Fuli was scratching his head, history continued to repeat itself in the kindergarten.

The kindergarten was not far from An Sheng's home, only about three or four hundred meters away. He had some friends and cousins ​​in the preschool class, so they weren't strangers.

The little one looked around here and there, and even got a cup of sweet tofu pudding to drink.

Until the preschool teacher came to teach.

The teacher was completely bewildered, staring at the classroom when suddenly unfamiliar children appeared.

"Good morning, teacher!" Xiao Ansheng greeted the teacher very familiarly and sat back down in her seat.

Perhaps because of his confidence and the fact that the classroom was full, the teacher did not inquire about An Sheng's background before starting the pinyin lesson and teaching the children to speak standard Mandarin.

When the kindergarten teacher and the gatekeeper checked the accounts, a wail of despair erupted right in front of the gate.

"Principal! The accounts don't match! The people don't match either!"

The kindergarten principal's pupils dilated in shock as she stared at the entry and exit records and the attendance sheets for the younger children, and began a thorough investigation of the entire kindergarten.

An Sheng stared at the blackboard with a thoughtful expression, repeating the pinyin letters and imitating the teacher's standard Mandarin.

On An Sheng's second day of school, the entire kindergarten was busy because of him, busier than when leaders from the Ministry of Education came to inspect the school. The principal was completely overwhelmed.

The teachers and students spent half an hour digging three feet into the ground to find Xiao Ansheng and forcibly stuff her back into the small classroom.

“Hello! I’m Goldfish.” An Sheng, speaking in Standard & Poor’s, looked at her classmate next to her. Her classmate looked confused and asked in the local dialect: Who are you?
The morning classes have ended.

The teachers' hands were trembling, so they took a sip of tea to calm their nerves.

But there was still no sign of him being fired. Master Fuli's brows furrowed, and a thought seemed to gradually form in his mind. He swallowed hard.

He looked out over the kindergarten fence at the parking lot belonging to the freight logistics company.

Little An Sheng, who calls himself a goldfish, strolled into the cafeteria, picked up his plate, and began to eat.

While the students were eating, the teachers took out the students' nap bed frames and mattresses and made up the beds for them.

The little one lay on the bed, arms crossed, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling, showing no signs of sleepiness.

An Sheng got up.

The teacher pushed him back down.

After doing several sit-ups, An Sheng was so numb that she almost took a dump in bed in anger.

But a turning point came soon after.

The teacher in charge of the children's afternoon nap had also fallen asleep. An Sheng did a few sit-ups, and when the teacher ignored him, he unceremoniously threw off the covers and strode out the door.

Xiao Ansheng hates it when her teacher makes her go to sleep.

The campus was exceptionally quiet at midday, and little An Sheng began her grand adventure.

He first ran to the music room, poked at the piano and muttered a few words, then ran to the media room to watch DVDs.

finally.

An Sheng squeezed through the gap in the fence and wandered around with a bored expression.

His home is nearby, and he is very familiar with the area around the kindergarten, so he plans to go home and watch TV.

The logistics company is loading and unloading goods, and some damaged goods are being thrown aside.

"Ok?"

Looking at the pink package inside the tattered cardboard box, Xiao Ansheng was a little curious. She pulled out the large bag of generic sanitary napkins, took one out, and played with it in her hand.

"!"

After tearing open the protective wings and seeing the sticky substance, Little An Sheng seemed to have discovered a new world.

He stuck the sanitary napkin to his clothes, jumped around a couple of times without it falling off, and then looked on in astonishment. Meanwhile, the Floating Fox Lord covered his face, unable to bear the sight, and remembered why he had been expelled from kindergarten.

During his childhood, Hong Kong culture was prevalent. At an age when even bodily functions were often out of control, how could An Sheng possibly know what sanitary napkins were?

When he saw something sticky, the first thing that came to his mind was the talismans from Lam Ching-ying's zombie movies.

Little Anson discovers a new world.

Out of fear of zombie movies, and a deep-seated determination to fight against the forces of darkness.

An Sheng, though small in stature, is surprisingly strong, dragging a large suitcase full of tattered sanitary napkins back to kindergarten.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law!"

Little An Sheng tore off the sanitary napkin packaging, stuck it on the kindergarten wall, and began to set up her "An Sheng Daoist Grand Barrier" to fight against the dark forces.

Under the watchful gaze of Master Fuli, who covered his face, An Sheng took advantage of the teacher's lunch break to completely cover the outer wall of the kindergarten.

The cars in the parking lot have also suffered a lot.

The windshield was covered with sanitary napkins.

White oil paper fluttered everywhere in the wind until An Sheng realized he didn't have enough materials for his spell. He ran back to the freight logistics company, trying to steal another box, but was caught on the spot by the logistics company's unloading workers.

When he was caught, An Sheng casually took a bowl of off-brand eight-treasure porridge and drank it.

The logistics company didn't make things difficult for An Sheng, as his father was considered a long-time customer of the logistics company.

However, when they were being escorted to the "Demon Suppression Academy", the loader looked at the parking lot with a suffocating expression, then turned his head and looked at An Sheng, who was drinking eight-treasure porridge next to him.

"It couldn't be you, could it?"

"Impressive, right? Super cool! I specially set this up to fight off zombies—"

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The stevedore stared at the wall covered with sanitary napkin wings, floating leisurely in the midday breeze, his face contorted with barely suppressed emotion.

The stevedores stopped, took out their mobile phones, and called the workers over to watch the show.

Once all the workers had arrived.

An Sheng walked ahead alone, followed by a dozen burly men with menacing expressions, clearly suppressing their laughter. Only An Sheng, who was drinking his eight-treasure porridge, remained completely unfazed.

An Sheng returned to kindergarten.

The teachers all came out, and the principal stared wide-eyed at his domineering self covered in sanitary napkins. He uttered a curse and then fainted.

The kindergarten lost its leader, and morale collapsed.

The teachers rushed the principal to the hospital.

Little An Sheng, who should have been ruthlessly expelled on the second day of school, was only expelled after she severely offended the principal and demoralized the kindergarten teachers.

An Sheng looked relaxed, took leisurely steps, and skipped home with her little red schoolbag on her back.

In the evening, because he was too tired from working in the afternoon, he ate two extra bowls of rice and received praise from his parents.

"If my memory serves me right, the principal was hospitalized due to high blood pressure and didn't wake up until noon the next day."

"On the third day, when I was in kindergarten, I was still brazenly playing the piano, breaking the keycaps and wires."

Floating in the sky, Master Fuli watched the little one enter the kindergarten, the teacher on high alert, constantly monitoring Xiao Ansheng. He couldn't help but smile helplessly and mutter:

"An's childhood was certainly eventful."

"Pinyin and Mandarin, I remember, I think I learned them without even learning them."

"It's probably not that they learned it, but rather that they forgot it, and instead, they've memorized those pronunciations as instinct."

"As expected of someone in kindergarten, I've already shown extraordinary hands-on skills at such a young age."

"I remember, when I was in fourth or fifth grade, we actually blew up the school—a massive explosion in the physical sense. That day, students were kept after school very late."

Master Fuli looked thoughtful. After entering society, he was very busy, either running sales or going directly to the deep mountains and forests to urge people to deliver goods. He had no time to reminisce about the happiness of his childhood.

In addition, he doesn't like taking pictures, which makes his memories of the time before he moved house as a child even more vague.

But the only thing he remembered was...
His parents' evaluation of his childhood was summed up in just a few words: Damn, he was a genius!
(End of this chapter)