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God's mind is very powerful. The things of God are stronger.

For example, now, there is a tragedy called goddess control.

Someone's favorite thing to do when they're speechless is something that's old and serious.

It's called hair grabbing.

This skill can make the hair fluffy, cushioned once an hour, and can be used N times a day. There is no regurgitation, and the energy bar consumes 0 percent. The Hair Elder's skill power is doubled.

Then, there was such a funny scene.

Because someone's hair is relatively long, so that when he grabs his hair, it will add a chaotic aura, saying that it is more messy, but how messy will it be?

It could be a chicken coop, or it could be elegant.

An Tong touched his nose and pointed to the unkempt pile of feather dusters on the table, no, it was even messier than a feather duster. She wondered, "What is this?" ”

When she had finished, she gasped as she noticed that the lump of chicken feathers had shaken off, revealing a pair of lazy eyes, and then stared at her.

"Are you, Hanyan?" An Tong's eyes widened, the corners of her mouth twitched constantly, it was obvious that she was holding back, holding back not smiling......

Han Yan buried her head again, so that all you could see was a pile of unkempt hair and a pair of eyes that clearly said it wasn't me.

An Tong suddenly smiled, that smile was very moving, Han Yan was stunned and didn't speak.

As a result, An Tong twisted his face in an instant, and made a 360-degree turn. Directly lifted his face and dragged him up.

"It hurts, it hurts, tap it......" Han Yan pouted, looking helpless, but he didn't see it, and many people next to him showed a trace of envy on their faces, as well as jealousy, but no hate.

Because I don't dare.

An Tong's willow eyebrows were upside down, and he said angrily. "You're still pretending to be with me."

Han Yan looked very honest, "Don't pretend." ”

An Tong blinked, "That's good." ”

Suddenly, the surrounding group of people felt that their twenty-four grams of pure gold dog eyes had been flashed...... That's unfair, isn't it......

Han Yan is nothing, he is used to it, you are envious, anyway, my brother is handsome, and I am not afraid of your jealousy......

But in the next second, his face became very complicated, helpless, sad and angry.

He suddenly understood that he was going to be in the same class as An Tong, that is, in case she became addicted, his face would not be scrapped......

A strange feeling filled his heart...... I can't help but believe it, the truth is so helpless.

Fu Xiao watched from the sidelines, and said shamelessly. "Flirting and scolding was struck by lightning, ah......"

An Tong blushed, "What did you say?" ”

Han Yan didn't know where to take out a lollipop, held it, and then slurred his words, "Fatty, you're done." ”

Fu Xiao looked unscrupulous, "Ouch, I'm so scared." ”

Of course, a beautiful woman and an uncle say the same thing, even if the tone is the same, the effect will be very different, just like now, this is the difference between a cute girl paper and a fat boy, but in fact they are all about the same.

Han Yan exaggerated and vomited, while An Tong stood there eating and laughing.

There are many more such scenes. What Han Yan didn't know was that after An Tong appeared, someone sighed and pressed a button above the hourglass, and suddenly, the hourglass stopped.

That is, the curse stops.

Yanyan Academy

Day 1

The third theory class in the morning is over

The theory teacher just breathed a sigh of relief from the stage, and An Tong took advantage of the time to come out to relax and relax.

Even top students have to take a break, don't they?

Interestingly, Han Yan was sleeping at this time, yes, he was sleeping.

At such a critical moment, this guy is sleeping right now.

You heard it right, don't think he's thinking or some other reason, just two words, he's there, sleeping.

When Han Yan first came, he sat in a remote corner, and according to his own words, no one was annoying, and it was more comfortable.

So to the left of his position is the window.

An Tong rolled his eyes when he saw a guy crawling on the table with no image at all. Wander around, sneak to the window, in fact, next to Han Yan.

Then, tugging on someone's ear, three hundred and sixty degrees,.

"Ah......h

Then they saw such a scene.

An Tong's face was red, and the hand that had grabbed Han Yan's ear was released, and it naturally drooped, just on Han Yan's face. And Han Yan just "got up", one hand just stretched out by the way, and then when the hand was stretched out, it was only 0.0001 millimeters away from An Tong's face, and then as soon as he looked up, at first glance, it looked like a pair of things were caressing each other's faces. And they looked at each other.

The hostile voices of the class rang out. "Oh ......"

Han Yan was originally sleepy-eyed, but when he saw such an embarrassing scene, he was instantly stunned, and An Tong's face flew up with a flush. The two of them left their original positions in an instant, and Han Yan climbed on the table, and the ancient method of pretending to be dead was used by him to the fullest. An Tong stood on the other side, with his back to Han Yan, he didn't know where to take the book in his arms, and he blushed and stopped talking.

A theory teacher who was ignored by everyone coughed dryly, and suddenly, except for one or two accidents, the whole class changed their gaze at the same time and looked at the teacher. An Tong didn't look back.

Han Yan glanced at the teacher lightly, and the teacher's body shook slightly, and there was a hint of imperceptible surprise in his eyes.

The teacher said coldly, "Now that I am in school, I must pay attention to the difference between my gender, and I can't go too far." Then he turned around and faced the blackboard.

Most of the class stared at the teacher speechlessly.

That's it? I almost didn't say anything. What's just a few words of nonsense?

Shouldn't they be punished or something, at least let them be punished, what a bad start......

A large group of boys secretly slandered, my goddess is like that **, I want to kill him......

Han Yan didn't know what they were thinking, he just wanted to be low-key, low-key now. Or low-key.

In fact, the teacher was quite helpless at this time, because Mo Yunhai had explained to her that no matter when, there were two students who could be left alone, in fact, the teacher still didn't know why she was like this, but just now, she finally understood.

Because she saw a kind of look that could only be exuded by despair of life, that kind of emptiness, which is definitely not what normal people have.

Naturally, it is the controller of the power of despair - Han Yan.

And there are only two cases for this. First, this guy is really desperate for life, he doesn't have any motivation at all, and he is decadent all day long, but this reason is unlikely, because after all, he has passed the provincial competition, and he can be regarded as a genius. And the second is that his ability is related to emotions, and that emotion happens to be despair.

Therefore, a controller of emotional abilities does not need her to care at all, and she will not care.

The teacher was well aware of the terrible power of emotions, and once the mood fluctuated, it would be:

The ripples of love did not rise to the arc, and Xu Si turned into a demon and was shocked.

And the other name is a simpler reason, the surname An, which has explained a lot.

Han Yan touched his nose and squinted his eyes slightly. Silent.

An Tongqiao's face was slightly red, and her resentful eyes made Han Yan shiver.

Yanyan Academy

The next day

The afternoon lunch break has just ended class

The whole class didn't know why, the teacher would transfer Han Yan to An Tong's side inexplicably, but as for why, I had to ask Mo Jian's father.

His reason is so speechless, since they want to play together, let them do it.

Han Yan doesn't care, anyway, his face has always been big. An Tong didn't know what to think, and all morning, he looked at Han Yan with a red face from time to time.

But soon they got used to each other.

But now, during class time, Han Yan is still lying on the table.

A white unidentified object falls across the sky, a perfect illustration of how the quadratic function should be used, and the symmetry axis and parabola are perfect. All of a sudden, it happened to be thrown above Han Yan's head, and it looked like it was about to be smashed.

I don't know how he noticed it, a hand appeared faintly, not very fast, but it was so calmly grasped the white unknown object.

He raised his head, slouched forty-five degrees into the sky, revealed his face, looked at the unknown object in front of him, and immediately petrified.

Chalk.

He glanced at the teacher on the stage, stuck out his tongue, and did not speak.

An Tong covered his mouth and chuckled, looking at Han Yan.

Han Yan looked at her eyes and was never good at communicating with her, and her heart was furious when she was seen, and her face was a little red, "What do you want to do, your eyes are not good." ”

An Tong said softly, "Why don't you throw the chalk back again?" She laughed, she was just joking. But soon she regretted it.

Han Yan didn't hesitate, he took the chalk in his hand, and a shooting target instantly appeared in his eyes.

Then, a certain teacher tragedy.

A white ray shot like a sword at the blackboard. The teacher flashed and glared at Han Yan.

In the next second, there was a bang, and some cracks appeared in the hit part, and suddenly, the whole class was silent.

An Tong pouted, his eyes flashed slightly, and tears flashed, how cute and cute it was, and he said slightly, "I told you to throw it back, but I didn't tell you to be so vigorous." ”

The teacher's mouth kept twitching, "Boy, I have a grudge against you, murder." ”

Han Yan scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's not murder, it's an unconscious assassination." ”

The teacher's eyes widened angrily, "You're still quibbling." ”

Han Yan was surprisingly calm, "This is not a quibble, this is a fact." ”

The class remained silent.

The teacher's cold eyes pierced Han Yan's face, "Say, why throw it?" ”

Han Yan subconsciously glanced at An Tong, and the corners of his mouth provoked a playful smile, "I'm willing." ”

The teacher's face suddenly petrified, "The kid owes a cigarette, right?" ”

Han Yan smiled, "You try." ”

The teacher slapped him in the face, bringing a strong wind.

Han Yan blocked it with one hand, the sunlight left a magnificent color on his face, his hair was windless and automatic, and he elegantly put down the blocked left hand.

The teacher's face was very shocked at this time, and his heart kept twitching, this guy, impossible.

There was only fear left in his heart, because at that moment, he was infused with the ability, but the ability entered the range of Han Yan's body less than an inch and returned to his body as if fleeing, and the information that the ability gave him was very shocking.

The invading object is not human, and it is filled with the breath of death.

Han Yan smiled, "Do you still want to smoke me?" ”

An Tong's face was red, and she felt like she had done something wrong, originally, she was just joking, but who knew that this guy was so obedient, he threw it back, and so vigorously.

The teacher took a deep breath and faced the class, "Okay, let's go ahead and you go back to sleep." ”

Han Yan smiled and said playfully, "Why don't I have to go to class with you?" ”

The teacher glanced at him meaningfully, "Joke about me, I'll ask the principal to call you away tomorrow." ”

Han Yan shut up. I don't know where to take out a lollipop and put it in my mouth under the speechless gaze of many people.

An Tong glanced at him strangely and listened attentively to the class.

The corners of Han Yan's mouth swayed with a trace of imperceptible playfulness, and he thought shamelessly in his heart, how dare he not listen to the words of the goddess.

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