The Buddha of the Stars

Chapter 29, The Big Fly
Yan Mumu's life in the classroom was much easier than other students who were still rushing to answer questions. He squinted his eyes like a clay bodhisattva in meditation, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures to pass the time.

But she was much more sincere than in her previous life when she chanted scriptures. This is a day of waiting for dinner, which is a bit embarrassing.But every time I finish a meal, it means leaving the classroom, and the time in this hell on earth is reduced a little bit.

So it is still very hopeful. Yan Mumu comforts himself like this every meal, and the effect is very good.Looking at most of the students in the classroom, they all vomited unbearably.

And she is still strong enough to eat without throwing up, thinking about it, she still has a small sense of accomplishment, Amitabha, come on~!Come on~!But is the constant temperature system in this classroom malfunctioning?

It doesn't mean that a calm mind is naturally cold, but her calm mind is like falling into a hole in the ice.But the beads of sweat that started to appear on her forehead, the real performance of her body, she was not cold, but hot.

Forget it, I have my Buddha in my heart, and I sit firmly on Mount Tai. Anyway, there are so many classmates who share the joys and sorrows with her, and she can bear it, so I continue to squint. The heat is not just her, and the smell is not smelly she alone.

Suddenly, amidst the rustling sound of writing, there was an extremely discordant buzzing vibration.Why can Yan Mumu easily hear that this buzzing is a vibration sound?

She is too familiar, it is very difficult to mishear.In her mother's fish stall in her previous life, in summer, this kind of buzzing sound was made by the gathering of big-headed flies.

She can easily imitate what she is familiar with.Disturbed by this buzzing sound, I lost my mind to think about the Buddhist scriptures.Opening his eyes, he looked for something that was making a buzzing sound.

Then the eyes widened incredulously.I'll go, if her eyesight is right, she's a very big fly.This big red head, green body, flapping a pair of angelic wings, is a buzzing mixed-race goblin.

I don't know how many garbage dumps I have crawled, and how many stinky poops I have eaten, to grow such a fat head.According to her precise visual inspection, it was as big as her index finger.

I saw that big fly, with its extremely agile figure, accurately found the pile of fresh vomit that was made at noon by the classmate who was diagonally above her desk.

And successfully landed on it, probably knowing that the students are taking exams, so they don’t have time to greet it. Don’t worry about this safety issue, so it started to be unscrupulous, and tasted the set meal that was warmed by the students.

This very textured picture makes Yan Mumu's mind uncontrollable, causing other picture associations. On the pile of vomit, what will the big flies flying back and forth do after a full meal?
Of course, it is food and clothing and children and grandchildren, and they will produce a large number of maggot eggs on the vomit.Then the maggot eggs were cultivated by temperature and time, and they bred many fat, fleshy maggot teeth.

It won't be long before the classroom will be full of them wriggling and swimming around freely. It is very likely that after their hard work, they will climb up the desk, chair legs, or her feet to be with her. See you soon!
With the big head and fat belly of this fly, there must be a lot of maggot eggs there.According to the current temperature, countless little lives will appear without waiting for dark. Think about those little lives
Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha...!!! It's over, it doesn't work anymore for her, and now she feels itchy all over her body, as if there are countless maggots crawling on her body.

This exam has really turned into a test of fate. Will she be able to eat the dinner after holding her breath?Even if she eats it smoothly, can she control herself not to vomit?

Now she can't help but feel like vomiting.Especially during her short swaying effort, many different species of flies flew into the classroom, and Yan Mumu didn't have the heart to pay attention to those latecomers.

His eyes were fixed on the first big fly, the focus was on seeing its butt.At this time, she hated her eyesight so good.

After watching the big fly finally eat and drink enough, the butt can't hold back, the white lump left on the vomit, a white lump of maggot eggs.If this number is hatched, even if you can't form a regiment, there will be a company's number.

I don't know if Yan Mumu's eyes were too hot, which was sensed by the big fly that had fulfilled its sacred mission.So his body flew towards her lightly.Yan Mumu was completely reflexive, and grabbed the air with his bare hands.

She didn't expect the result at all, felt the big fly still struggling in her palm, and then she couldn't help hiccuping, so sad, she was caught in her hand accurately.

Yan Mumu's beautiful phoenix eyes are about to collapse into triangular hanging eyes.Why, why, why does her super-powerful technique of catching flies have to travel with her?

When she didn't train in her previous life, she would help her mother guard the fish stall. Sometimes she was not in a good mood and was really annoyed by the buzzing noise, so she started to use them to practice hand speed.

Later, she basically caught one accurately. She is really famous for catching flies in the vegetable market.Many customers who buy fish think that her fish stall is environmentally friendly by eliminating pests, and they love to patronize her business.

I just didn't expect that this body, which has never practiced skills, can also grasp one accurately. Could it be that this has become her soul skill?

But now is not the time to think about skills, and is the fly in her palm crushed to death?Or was it released?Is it killing the harm?Is it let go?

Yan Mumu's entangled question about the life and death of a fly also affected the hearts of the melon-eating audience outside the examination room.

"Hahahaha, the expression on this little bald head's face is too rich and wonderful, Mo Da, come here, bet a bottle of wine, do you think the fly in her hand is dead or alive now? I bet it is live."

Lan Muxiu really wanted Yan Mumu to keep catching and forget it. It was the first time I saw a girl catching flies with such agility, especially the expression on her face, which was so deep and funny that it was difficult to see.

"dead."

Looking at Yan Mumu's face, Mo Jiuyan was about to suffocate himself so disgustingly, he shook his head, it would be so uncomfortable to crush a fly to death, if he wanted to crush a human head, wouldn't he make himself sick to death?
"I'm about to die."

Yue Ge looked at the fist that was half clenched in the air, and suddenly participated in the guessing activity, and then three pairs of eyes waited to see her next move.

After Yan Mumu struggled for a while, the fist that had stopped in mid-air suddenly retracted towards the desk and quickly swung it vigorously. When it was about to touch the table, he let go of his fist, only to see the big fly being ruthlessly Smashed on the desk, died without a trace of struggle
　This technical job can really catch one at a time~! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)