"Xiaobao!"

"My good grandson."

"I am your ancestor!"

"Qingming Festival is coming soon. Remember to come to visit the grave. There are surprises..."

Ah ~

In the classroom of Class 8, Luohe No. 1 Middle School, Wang Xiaobao woke up from the table, sweating profusely, his eyes still filled with fear.

"I've had a nightmare again!"

"Old ancestors asked me to visit the grave again!"

For more than half a month, Wang Xiaobao always dreamed of an old man who claimed to be his ancestor of the Wang family, and he called him over and over again to visit his grave during the Qingming Festival.

Too weird.

After many days, Wang Xiaobao was depressed and seemed to be crushed by a ghost.

Today, English class.

Wang Xiaobao took a nap and fell asleep.

Unexpectedly.

The ancestor of the old Wang family is unforgivable and comes to find a good grandson in his dream again.

Even daydreaming is not spared.

He woke him up directly.

"Wang Xiaobao——!"

On the podium, the English teacher's angry shout came, and a chalk head ejected onto Wang Xiaobao's forehead more than ten meters.

Her name is Zhao Suqing.

She wore a shirt suit, black stockings and a hip-packed skirt, a standard female teacher's professional outfit, wearing glasses, and her tall figure was as graceful as the willow branches in April outside the window.

"I took the college entrance examination in less than two months, and I still went to bed in class?"

"Who did you dream of this time?"

Zhao Suqing asked.

"Teacher, I dreamed of my ancestors, and he called me to visit his grave during the Qingming Festival."

Wang Xiaobao replied casually.

He is an honest child.

The sound fell and there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Zhao Suqing was both angry and happy.

Her beautiful eyes stared at Wang Xiaobao sitting in the last row of the classroom with anger.

This student looks handsome, with bright and clear eyes under his double eyelids, and a slender and well-proportioned figure. He often causes girls to scream on the basketball court, and his whole body looks a bit aura.

To outsiders, this look should be a good student and top student in the class.

But in fact.

Wang Xiaobao is the tail end of the crane in the class, and he failed every class and was ranked last in the class every time he took the exam.

Unshakable for three years.

"When will you not get the last exam?!"

"It's okay to be the second to last exam!"

Zhao Suqing became more angry the more he thought about it, and he started to scold him in a nagging manner.

She is both an English teacher in Class 8, Grade 3, and a class teacher.

Wang Xiaobao lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

Soon, the bell rang.

This is the last lesson of the afternoon.

"Tomorrow's Qingming Festival, one day off!"

Zhao Suqing smiled and glanced at Wang Xiaobao, saying, "I hope some classmates will remember to visit his ancestors' graves."

All the classmates in the classroom laughed.

Wang Xiaobao nodded seriously.

The ancestor is so harsh that it really should be a grave tomorrow for him.

Don't ask for surprises, just don't be scared.

Zhao Suqing glared at Wang Xiaobao and said, "After Qingming Festival, Wang Xiaobao will hand in a review."

After saying that, he left with his high heels.

The students rushed out of the classroom cheering.

Wang Xiaobao stayed at the end.

He searched for the book frame and found a thick stack of review books.

This is what he wrote in his spare time.

I usually sell it to other students for five yuan per serving.

There are "premature love review letters", "move on mobile review letters in class", "later late and leave early", "fighting review letters"... There are a lot of books, no less than dozens of copies.

The date and name are blank, and the content is no less than 800 words.

From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, his review letter was very popular.

Today, he found a review about sleeping, filled in the date, wrote his name, and the review was done.

"Huh? This is...?"

Wang Xiaobao was suddenly stunned. There was a small note under the book frame, which was pink.

His heart suddenly jumped and he realized something.

I looked up vigilantly and found that the students had left and there was no one around me. So I pressed the pink paper into the crack of the book, pretended to be reading, and quietly opened it to read...

"Xiaobao, you look so good in a blue shirt today. You are indeed the most beautiful boy in the class. By the way, you must study hard - I like your little deer!"

As usual, another simple word of encouragement and praise.

Full of positive energy.

But the note is pink, with a hint of fragrance on it, and the font is graceful and fair.

Wang Xiaobao's heart beat faster, and a shy and sweet smile appeared on his face.

There is still three points of pride.

"Although I'm poor in my studies, someone still handed me a small note. Thank you for your parents for giving me a peerless face!"

"But, who will this mysterious deer be?"

"This month I've given me a note!"

Wang Xiaobao was very confused.

Several girls in the class had a good relationship with me, but several of them had bought breakfast for themselves and had kissed them.

Wang Xiaobao was unable to determine which of them was this mysterious "deer".

It's confusing!

"Forget it, don't think about it."

Wang Xiaobao said to himself, "The most important thing now is to arrange the matter of visiting the ancestors to the grave."

"Go and buy incense paper now."

Although he is not feudal and superstitious, he cannot hold back his aggravated ancestor!

Who can bear it when you dream about falling into bed every night?

So, I'll go to the grave tomorrow.

.....

It was already evening.

The students have basically returned home, and the campus looks very quiet, the setting sun shines, the spring breeze in April is flying with catkins, and the sky seems to be snowing.

Beautiful and intoxicating.

Wang Xiaobao pushed his bicycle away from school and came to the incense paper shop on the corner of the street.

"Wenxiao Xiang Paper Shop"
To be continued...