Doraemon: Super Scholar

【Ask for flowers, ask for monthly tickets, ask for collections, ask for everything, thank you for your support】

Jaian got into a very hectic phase trying to get the so-called kid out. But in Lu Feng's words, it's stupid and busy, because I don't know the child's whereabouts at all, and doing so is nothing but futile.

Besides, on Lu Feng's side, he also had a general understanding of the identity of the child. Since last week, there have been some strange things around them.

These strange things are nothing more than things missing, or broken. Although it didn't cause any other losses, it just made people feel very strange.

After all, these things happened quietly, and these things were quite annoying. What's more, the matter of Jaian's concert this time was originally a fuse.

No, Jaian is now twittering again.

"Oh, Lu Feng, have you got any clues lately? I'm so worried now, I don't know why that stinky boy is deliberately messing with me, huh!"

Jaian folded his arms and said coldly.

Although I really don't want to lose my temper, I still feel a little sad when I think about the concert.

"Actually, you don't need to be so angry. It's just a child.

For some reason, when Lu Feng heard Jaian say something bad about the child, he would subconsciously refute him.

He had seen that child twice, and he didn't look like a very naughty person at all.

(bcbb) "Even you say you are a child, so these things still need to be clarified, anyway, I will not let him go."

Jaian's face darkened.

Lu Xiaoyuan who was outside the laboratory window saw clearly, and heard their words verbatim in his ears. The pretty brows frowned tightly.

"It doesn't matter that Uncle Jaian is fat, but he still holds grudges like this. Could it be that he messed up the concert, and he doesn't think about how ugly his singing is.

"If I hadn't made that strange candy, I would have been eliminated in the first round of auditions, okay?"

"He keeps saying that adults don't hold grudges, hum. You don't want to let me go, and I don't want to let you go!"

The more Lu Xiaoyuan thought about it, the more irritating he became. It would be unreasonable not to teach Jaian Uncle a lesson.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Just wait, Jaian Uncle, I want you to look good tonight.

Afterwards, Lu Xiaoyuan slipped away.

Lu Feng glanced at the window, the sycamore tree shook, as if someone had just left from somewhere.

At night, Jaian just fell asleep. Lu Xiaoyuan entered Jaian's house through any door alone.

In order to teach Jaian a lesson, Lu Xiaoyuan took out a black pen and drew on Jaian's fat face, looking at his masterpiece, Lu Xiaoyuan smiled with satisfaction

"It's perfect, Jaian Uncle, this is the price you pay for trouble with me. Hee hee hee, you're waiting to start your performance tomorrow!"

And the ink on this black pen cannot be wiped off. Of course, it is enough to deal with Jaian Uncle.

Lu Xiaoyuan quickly left Jaian's house.

The next day, Jaian woke up as usual, and when he washed his face, he found a big grimace painted on his face, his eyes were full of shock. I hurriedly turned on the faucet to clean it for a while, then looked up in the mirror, and found that the fundamental imprint still existed, and my anger was on the verge of breaking out.

"Who the hell scratched my face!"

Jaiko was working downstairs and heard the sound, and rushed upstairs immediately, and saw the grimace painted on Jaian's face.

"Big brother, did you draw this by yourself? It's really...so funny, hahahaha!

Jaiko couldn't help laughing.

"Xiao Zhu, who have you ever met who is so bored that he draws a grimace on his face?"

he said angrily.

"Then you mean someone else did it? But who could it be?"

"It must be that little bastard, damn it, don't let me find out!"