Huang Hao's face changed and he said unhappily: "If you think about it carefully, I won't remember that I will beat you up."

Peng Wen scratched the back of his head, suddenly woke up, and then smiled and said, "You said you should change things! But I don't want to change it anymore."

Peng Wen once told Huang Hao that he would exchange two pencils and a Honda grid for Huang Hao's Dragon Ball comic book, but now Peng Wen doesn't like that Dragon Ball comic, let alone exchange it for something.

"What did you say?" Huang Hao grabbed the clothes on Peng Wen's bra and said coldly: "Are you fooling me?"

"What are you doing?" A voice sounded. I saw that he was also a fat man, about the same size as Huang Hao. His name was Chen Runhua and he had a close relationship with Peng Wen.

"Don't be fat, you're not thin either." Huang Hao muttered, "You were there when he said yesterday when he changed things with me, but today he won't change them, so what's wrong with me beating him?"

"Okay, if they don't want to change, they don't want to change. Can you still force them? I think you're idle and have nothing to do." He said that, and came to Peng Wen and said, "Let's go, don't pay attention to him."

Peng Wen smiled and said nothing, then went to the classroom and found the location according to his previous memory.

Peng Wen's location is in the middle of the classroom. In the front row is Chen Runhua and behind is Huang Hao. The three of them are the stupidest fools in the class. Therefore, the head teacher found three girls who are good at studying and were with them to tutor and improve their grades.

Moreover, the three girls are all very beautiful, and the three are three girls in the grade. Peng Wen’s tutoring is called Wei Yan, Huang Hao’s tutoring is called Xu Xiaoxia, and Chen Runhua’s tutoring is called Xu Jilan.

"Peng Wen, you are here to have a good time." Chen Runhua turned his head and had a slutty smile on his face.

Wei Yan was about 1.3 meters tall, with two ponytails, her face was pink and tender, and even if she didn't smile, she had two shallow dimples on her face.

Wei Yan came to the seat, put down her schoolbag and took out her homework, turned to look at Peng Wen, and asked impatiently: "Peng Wen, have you finished your homework? Take it for me to check it." He said that anyone who has good studies and poor studies will be unhappy.

Peng Wen smiled and shook his head: "I didn't write it, I'm writing it now. By the way, what is the homework?"

"You don't even know homework?" Wei Yan asked angrily.

Peng Wen smiled foolishly, quickly recalling the homework assigned by the teacher yesterday, and then picked up the pen and wrote it wildly in his homework book.

Peng Wen's quick writing surprised Wei Yan. After about three minutes, Peng Wen handed Wei Yan the neat homework book and said with a smile: "Check it!"

Wei Yan was stunned when he took the homework book. The font was neat and every stroke was so strong that it looked like it was printed. There was no mistake when it was carefully checked.

At this moment, Wei Yan's eyes changed when she saw Peng Wen, with a hint of admiration in her eyes, and she asked, "How did you write it?"

Peng Wen smiled and said, "Written by stroke."

Peng Wen's font is very poor, just like an earthworm crawling on it. However, after more than 20 years of practice, writing good handwriting is a piece of cake.

"Wei Yan, what are you doing?" A pretty girl in her teens came to Wei Yan and said with a smile.

Wei Yan did not answer, handed Peng Wen's homework over and said, "Xu Xiaoxia, look, this is written by Peng Wen."

Xu Xiaoxia took Peng Wen's homework and looked at Peng Wen with a smile on her face. She looked at Peng Wen and said with a smile: "Peng Wen, wait for our class teacher to beat you! If you don't do your homework, don't write it. If you ask someone else to write it on your behalf, you will write it. Moreover, it is so outrageous that anyone with discerning eyes will know that it was not what you wrote." As she said that, she handed the homework to Wei Yan to her own position.

"Xu Xiaoxia, this was not written by someone else for Peng Wen, he wrote it himself?" Wei Yan's young face had a serious expression.

Xu Xiaoxia turned her head and smiled helplessly, saying, "He wrote it himself? Don't lie, can he write such words?"

Wei Yan nodded: "This is what he wrote before, I watched him write it."

Xu Xiaoxia's expression froze immediately. Xu Xiaoxia's face was incredible and asked, "Peng Wen, did you really write this?"

Peng Wen smiled and nodded without saying a word.

At this time, Huang Hao came over and put a Dragon Ball comic in front of Peng Wen. He said unhappily: "You want to read it but you don't want to change it for me. Then I'll lend it to you for two days, but you will return it to me in two days."

"Thank you, buddy." Peng Wen said.

At this moment, the class bell broke the quiet morning, and all the students picked up the books and recited them.

Peng Wen raised the textbook, which seemed to be reading, but Peng Wen was thinking of another question: he was reborn and had no other skills, but he had knowledge of the future society in his mind and had a tendency to develop the future society.

Yes, comics and comics are also a way out.

Chicken Head is very leisurely at work, so when you have nothing to do, Peng Wen will always watch some anime online. His favorite is One Piece and Inuyasha, and the plot in the play can be memorized.

"One Piece was released in 1997, and it's only 1996. Why don't I use this time to draw One Piece? If it is drawn, it will definitely be sold for a lot of money!"

He did it right away, and Peng Wen picked up the pencil and drew it on another blank field grid.

Peng Wen first drew the characters of Luffy Zoro Nami and others, and then carefully recalled the plot in the play.

Peng Wen thought about it and stopped quickly. One Piece was released in 1997, which means he still had one year to draw, but Inuyasha was different. Inuyasha started serializing in November 1996, and he must draw two episodes before November. In this way, the copyright belongs to him. If the Japanese dare to openly serialize, then he will sue them for infringement.

Peng Wen put One Piece aside first and made every effort to create Inuyasha.

The teacher of the morning reading class came to visit, collected the homework assigned yesterday and left.

During the morning reading class, Peng Wen had already drawn several characters in Inuyasha, and it was no different from the original one. The only difference was that there was no color matching. Looking at the characters he wrote, Peng Wen felt an insatiable sense of accomplishment, which could not be replaced by money.

After morning reading class, Peng Wen came to the toilet alone and took out the stack of money in his pocket when there was no one in the toilet.

This pile of money is 55 yuan and 50 cents in total, which can be said to be a considerable asset in this era.

Peng Wen put the money carefully in his pocket and made up his mind to take a few quiet fish to the z market on Sunday to see the market conditions.

As soon as he arrived at the classroom, he found a group of people around his seat, and Huang Hao was even talking loudly about something in his seat.

Seeing Peng Wen coming, Huang Hao stood up and asked seriously: "Peng Wen, are these characters on your Tianzi grid drawn by you?"

Peng Wen nodded as a default.

"Brother, why are you painting these? Could it be that you want to draw comics?" Huang Hao looked incredible.

Peng Wen smiled: "You can draw whatever you want."

Huang Hao looked at Chen Runhua beside him and said with a stern look: "What did you say just now? Didn't you say that Peng Wen wants to draw comics? Now you see it, people are drawing it. Brother, comics are not something that everyone can draw, but only masters can draw it." Huang Hao paused and said awkwardly: "Peng Wen, don't get me wrong, I don't mean that."

"It's okay." Peng Wen put the Tianzi grid on his seat.

"Dingling!" The bell for the first class in the morning rang.

As soon as the class bell rang, all the students returned to their seats. From time to time, the head teacher Zhang Zhi walked in with a stack of homework.

Zhang Zhi is in his forties, about 1.6 meters tall, with a hunched back and a head full of white hair, looking like an old man in his fifties and sixties.

"Stand up!" Zhang Hong just walked into the classroom, Xu Xiaoxia, the class monitor, shouted.

Everyone stood up and pulled their voices and shouted, "Hello teacher!"

Zhang Hong nodded: "Please sit down."

After everyone sat down, Zhang Hong took out a honda grid and said angrily: "Just now, when I was correcting my homework, I found that a classmate asked someone to write for me."

As soon as this was said, most students started to talk about it. The topic of the discussion was how the teacher dealt with the classmate who asked someone else to do homework. Although it was a discussion, many people already knew the answer, but it was nothing more than being beaten.

"Peng Wen, stand up and say, who did your homework for you?" Zhang Hong beat up suddenly and suddenly became silent in the classroom.

Peng Wen stood up and replied, "Teacher, this is what I wrote myself."

"You are talking nonsense, hum! I originally wanted to give you a chance to confess, but I didn't expect you to be perfunctory. Do you want to be beaten?" Zhang Hong said angrily.

Peng Wen said seriously: "Teacher, I didn't treat you perfunctorily, and I don't need to treat you perfunctorily. Yesterday's homework was indeed written by myself. You don't think about it. If I asked someone else to write it, would I write it so well? Isn't this obviously telling you that the homework was written by someone for me? Do you feel that I'm that stupid?" Peng Wen was not afraid at all.

"Shut up." Zhang Hong slapped the podium hard and walked directly to Peng Wen: "Little bastard, I think you want to be beaten." As he said that, he quickly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Peng Wen's ear and pulled it out.

Zhang Hong's signature is to twist other people's ears. When Zhang Hong just twisted Peng Wen's ears, Peng Wen realized the kind of taste that he had never tasted for more than ten years. Although it was a little painful, it was very delicious.

At this moment, a timid voice sounded: "Teacher, the homework was written by Peng Wen."

Zhang Hong paused for a moment and said to Wei Yan dissatisfiedly: "Wei Yan, he has to bear the responsibility for his own mistakes. You shouldn't tell lies for him. Besides, have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"Teacher, it was indeed written by him himself, and I saw it with my own eyes." Wei Yan said in a low voice.

"Boom!" Although Wei Yan's voice was small, it was like a bolt from the blue in Zhang Hong's ears. Zhang Hong didn't react for a long time.
Chapter completed!