"It's 15 cm, teacher." Ding Ding's powerful voice echoed repeatedly in the silence.

The moment Ding Ding felt that she had sublimated her whole body. This kind of answer to questions and shows her own feelings, ah~ Is this the feeling of an excellent student? This is... what I have lost?

Ding Ding suddenly wanted to cry, but the outbreak of this emotion seemed to be unreasonable. He hadn't been so sentimental in his two lives. So he tightened his muscles, widened his eyes, and forced himself to hold back his tears.

However, in the eyes of others, Ding Ding looked ferocious after answering the question and stared at the teacher.

The teacher immediately felt the fear of the students just now, swallowed, and paused for a moment: "No, very correct, the little Ding Ding answered very well, it's great~ Everyone applauded him!"

Sparse applause came later.

"..." Ding Ding was silent for a moment, and began to think about looking for someone to find out how to jump to the level.

The idea of ​​skipping the level was retracted in Ding Ding's mind, but he still focused on the classroom itself.

Although the knowledge taught by the teacher is extremely simple, the teacher who teaches children has long developed the habit of exaggerated tone and fluctuations. Adults sound funny, but in Ding Ding's ears, it is like light music, which makes people feel at ease.

Happy times are always short. The bell rang quickly, and the teacher didn't even assign homework, so he left as if he was running away.

For a whole class, the one sitting in the middle of the back row and facing him didn't seem to be very focused throughout the whole process, and he just looked at him with a smile. Although he knew that he was indeed a student, facing that face made people feel that he was about to be cast into cement tonight...

After class, Iruka came over again.

In one class, he had completed his psychological construction.

He ignored Ding Ding's all unusual places, held his head and scolded Ding Ding's behavior of sitting on the bench with righteous words.

He asked Ding Ding to straighten the chair and find a writing board for writing, promising to solve the table and chair problems in the past two days. He also persuaded Ding Ding to make more friends.

Before the class bell rang, Iruka patted his shoulder and said gently: "If you encounter any problems, go find me."

Feeling the warm and warm chakra, Ding Ding sincerely sighed: "You are a good teacher."

Iruka looked at Dingding's hideous face and trembled instinctively. Obviously, he was not as calm as he was, but he still smiled and inspired him for a few more words before he escaped and returned to the podium.

When the class bell rang, Iruka began to teach the method of refining chakra. The first-grade chakra refining, the second-grade meridian operation, and the third-grade sealing, these are all extremely strict key contents of the Ninja School assessment. If you cannot pass, you will be persuaded to withdraw.

But this is still useless to Ding Ding.

The age of refining chakra for children in the Ninja tribe is much older than the age of enrollment in the Ninja school. In order to refine chakra of special nature, their secret family started to come into contact with medicinal baths from full term, and usually possessed chakra as long as you can remember.

Ding Ding is even more special. He has chakra when he was born. Refining chakra has long become an instinct like breathing and heartbeat. Most of the time, he even needs to spend energy to suppress it. Ding Ding believes that his obvious excessive deterrence is also related to this.

Although most ninjas do not have the ability to sense chakra, the life-and-death ninjas can still vaguely feel the dangers of people who are chakra stimulating. Unfortunately, because the reason for the refining chakra is dissolved in instinct, as long as Ting Ding is in an excited or unconscious state, he will over-extract chakra.

Even so, Ding Ding still had no impatience at all. He listened with interest and kept remembering something in his hand until noon after school.

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Fourth grade at midday

Naruto took his chin and pressed it against the table, with a shriveled wallet on the side: "Uh... I really want to eat ramen."

As he said that, his stomach began to roar. He took out the last remaining rice ball from the table hole and said, "After half a month, how can you live?"

Not far from him, Shikamaru held his lunch box and looked up at Ding Ji who was still eating potato chips beside him, unable to help but be surprised: "Where is your bento?"

"Ding Ding will bring it to me." Ding Ci said vaguely, his eyes narrowed, feeling the tactile slight crushing of potato chips on the tip of his tongue.

"Ding Ding? Your monster brother?" The three tribes of Zhu, Deer and Butterfly are very close. The sons of the tribe leaders often meet with their parents and are very familiar with each other.

"Don't say that, he would be unhappy when he heard it." Although he said this, Ding Ci's tone was soft and he didn't even open his eyes.

"He came to school? Yes, he is already six years old." Shikamaru began to calculate the various sensation that Ding Ding's arrival would cause, "Ah, it's so troublesome."

Ding Ji didn't care about Shikamaru's words, and he focused all his attention in the potato chip bag in his hand. Just now, he specially picked up all the two and halves of them, leaving only a perfect potato chip that was intact and even had a very good seasoning.

He licked the fragments on his mouth and broke away from his small eyes that were flashing with his shiny eyes: "This is the last enjoyment!"

But before he could stretch out his finger, a shadow suddenly came and snatched his potato chip bag from above.

"Who is it!" Ding Ci turned his head suddenly, and the splendor in his eyes even drew a band of light. No matter who it is, he could not steal the last piece from my hands...

"Oh, it's you in Ding Ding." Ding Ji tried his best to smile, it's okay.

Ding Ding clumped the potato chip bags in his hand and threw them into the trash can in the corner of the classroom. He blamed him in a low voice: "You eat this unnutritious junk food, Onis sauce."

As he said that, he handed the bento in his hand forward: "Fried big fat meat with tiramisu, and milk tea when he is thirsty. This is what people from the Qiudao family should eat."

Shikamaru, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel his facial features tightened, revealing the expression of the old man in the subway. As Ding Ci's best friend, he had eaten these foods launched by the Qiudao family in recent years. He was already very tired of eating each one, and he actually matched them.

Ding Ci silently took the bento, but he thought it tasted pretty good. On the contrary, Ding Ding, the developer of these foods, never ate these. Instead, the green vegetables and tofu are light every day, unlike those of the Qiudao family.

After handing over the bento, Naruto also came over: "So the brother you are talking about is Dingji."

Ding Ding turned around and lifted another bento in her hand: "Brother Naruto, I have brought it to you too. Do you want to eat it together?"

Naruto was stunned when he heard this, then nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!