"What's going on?" Seeing the scattered plastic sealing film remains on Xiaoqin's tabletop, as well as the mask I had already worn, the squad leader asked in surprise, "Why did you let Xiaoqin take apart her mask?" ”

Xiaoqin completely ignored the squad leader standing next to her, she scribbled on the exercise book by herself, and whispered:

"Female number two is a villain with long hair and a heart like a femme fatal......"

I took out ten yuan and gave it to the squad leader and said, "Xiaoqin's brain is in the water again, and I can't stop it." I paid for her mask. ”

Although she said before, "Everything I do is free for you", Qin seems to enjoy my behavior of paying for her, which may make her feel that she is being taken care of by me.

The squad leader took the money without saying anything, and planned to record it in the original manuscript book, where many names had already been written.

The original manuscript is very soft, there is nothing to cushion behind it, the writing is very weak, the squad leader looked at Xiaoqin's desk, which is full of pencils, erasers, and rulers, and the manuscript paper with radishes is all over the mountains, which is very abstract in the style of painting.

I knew that the squad leader wanted to find a desk to write under the manuscript, so he generously pointed to my desk.

I don't know what the squad leader thinks, but he actually rejected my kindness, as if leaning over my desk to write would make our faces too close and might give me a chance to slighten her.

Who would scare you! While the plain summer school uniform — a short snow-white shirt and an ocean-blue over-the-knee skirt — has a sizing feel to you, and it doesn't cover your knees, your long hair smells like green apple shampoo...... But now is not the occasion for you to be light, is it? The last time we accidentally kissed each other, it was just a simple accident, and weishenme decided that I had bad intentions towards you? I just spoke for you in front of you!

Even so, the squad leader didn't want to write the words on the payment list crookedly. With an idea, she flexed her left leg, carefully tucked the hem of her skirt to prevent it from slipping off her white jade thigh, and then remained in a one-legged position, like a proud white crane. I put the manuscript on my left leg and bowed my head and wrote down my name and the amount of the charge.

Squad leader, you're smart! You might as well lean over my desk and write! Do you think men only stare at their chests? You're so tender in this regard! I have a friend who likes to appreciate women's less intimate parts, such as the neck, shoulders, collarbones, waist, hands, and feet, because they usually watch too many heavy things......

By the way, conventionally, when people say this, "my friend" refers to themselves.

So, class leader, you use your long legs as a temporary desk, but it gives me a great opportunity to admire your silky leg line and the charming shape of your knee bend! I'm desperately looking forward to the skirt of my school uniform on my knees slipping down soon!

Well, the class leader's hand holding down the skirt of the school uniform was very strong, and it didn't take a few seconds to write a name, and my delusions quickly burst like soap bubbles.

After the squad leader left, Xiaoqin was still doing the character setting of the female number two, and she muttered to herself:

"The second female shows off her long legs in front of the male protagonist all day long, which makes the male protagonist's lustful nostrils become bigger......"

Whose nostrils have gotten bigger! If your desktop wasn't so cluttered, the squad leader would have written on your desktop!

During the lunch break, each class had an exchange about the mask incident, and it was found that the second (3rd) class of junior high school had the most stupid shortcomings, and 10 people were recruited, ranking first in the list of people who bought school masks.

However, for some reason (perhaps because the masks were purchased from the vice principal's relatives), the number of masks purchased this time was actually linked to the hygiene evaluation, so that our class got a hygiene red flag that lost a week.

Someone saw the squad leader lying on the table during his lunch break, covering his face with his textbook, and his shoulders shook slightly for a while, without making any sound.

"Don't feel wronged and secretly cry your nose, right?"

A girl said worriedly, "Now that I think about it, we went too far in the morning, why should the class leader be responsible for the school's mistakes?" ”

As the squad leader's loyal dogs, several boys even admitted that they were derelict in their duties, shouting to apologize for their seppumi, and they didn't want to think that they usually only knew how to coax behind Niu Shili, but today Niu Shili was not in good shape, and they immediately lost their backbone.

But the loudspeaker told me that the squad leader actually got the health red flag by accident, and hid his face behind the book and snickered.

Do you care so much about the honor of the collective? As long as the collective has won the honor, does it matter if you are wronged?

The first class in the afternoon was history class, because my mobile phone was almost out of battery, I didn't dare to use it to surf the Internet, so I had to listen to the history teacher's mouth in a very boring way.

"Uh-huh, teacher, I don't take these exams I'm talking about now, but you also have to learn the truth of history once in a while!"

As usual, the history teacher left the podium and walked around the classroom, disturbing everyone's mind, and they couldn't feel comfortable writing homework for their main subject or playing Fruit Ninja.

"Students, who of you knew that the Boxer Weishenme was going to rob merchants?"

Grandpa Cao raised his hand to speak rarely: "I know!" There is money in the merchants! ”

The history teacher happily waved his hand to let Grandpa Cao sit down, and Grandpa Cao muttered in a low voice: "After grabbing the money, you can go to call chickens......"

"So," said the history teacher, "do you know that the Boxers were going to kill the priests?" ”

Niu Shili, who was extremely tired and slept on the table for the first time in a hundred years, replied in a daze: "Because the priest will add blood ......"

The classmates suddenly became more than xiao, and the history teacher took a lot of effort to calm everyone down, and he called Niu Shili's name several times, but Niu Shili didn't respond at all.

Because Niu Shili is usually a good student of the first class, the history teacher doesn't want to get too stiff with him, so he has to say curtly: "Niu Shili seems to be in a coma today, let's continue to talk about how the handouts and the group set fire to the priest......"

It's exposed! History teacher, why did you use the game-specific term "set fire"? I've long heard Xiao Ding from the pet hospital say that many guild leaders and group leaders in online games are all poor and boring middle-aged uncles - is that you! Did you prepare lessons for us while taking more than 20 junior brothers to open up the wasteland?

When it came to the information class, Grandpa Cao and I occupied a row of seats in zuihou as usual, and according to the agreement last time, he wanted to teach me PS skills by hand.

"Master, you are high-spirited, and you are not ashamed to ask, the disciple specially brought PS materials from home for you to practice!"

I was afraid that what he took out was the life photos of the girls in the class and the cover of the works of the Japanese A'V women', and I was ready to beat him up in my heart, but I didn't expect that what he copied out of the USB flash drive was a half-length photo of the students in the class, not only girls, but also boys.

"Uncle, master, these photos are found from the class QQ group, it took a lot of effort from the disciples, and it can be said that they show the most energetic side of the second (3) class!"

I half-believe his words, the girls' photos do choose the most haode angle and the most haode light, even the loudspeaker and PHS have taken the feeling of Yan Feihuan thin, but on the other hand, the boys, it looks a little weird.

No, to be exact, it's a bit evil, in the photos of boys collected by the loudspeaker, for some reason, they are all selected with bad lighting, deviations in expressions, or stomach aches on the day of the photo, in short, none of them look like good people.

A backlit photo of Niu Shili made him look like a loan shark, and the photo of me with the corners of his mouth slightly raised (I didn't join the QQ group in the class, God knows how I got this photo of Grandpa Cao) made me look like a professional killer.

Of course, there is also a photo of Gonggong Cao himself, in which he is smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, but everyone can see that he is not like a good person compared to anyone else.

"Master, if you cut out the characters in these photos from the background, it will be the first step in learning PS, and the disciple will guide you by the side!"

I hesitated to start the trimming of the first photo, I didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Grandpa Cao, and I always felt that there must be a big conspiracy behind it.