In the evening, there is a self-study class in English. The English teacher's name is Pan Yu, and she looks like she is twenty-four or five years old. The hair is yellowish in color, and the tips of the hair are slightly curly. The skin is very white, which should be the result of wearing light makeup. She wears a pair of small glasses on the bridge of her nose, which is beautiful and elegant. I heard that the teacher who was transferred to us from other places has just graduated for less than two years.

And Teacher Pan Yu has a good temper, and she usually has a faint smile on her face. He didn't criticize us very harshly, and he was soft-spoken, which made people listen very comfortably.

As for Mr. Pan's outfit tonight, I don't want to introduce it too much, because I don't know what clothes should be called at all.

Seriously, except for jeans and sneakers, everything else I call clothes is uniform.

But I still know the high heels, because tonight's teacher Pan Yu walked into the classroom with a pair of high heels.

I saw that after Mr. Pan Yu walked in, he put the test paper in his hand on the lectern, and then counted there by himself, and never looked up at us from beginning to end.

Then the count was almost done, and the test paper was divided into four parts, and handed them to the students in the first row, one for each person, and passed them down in turn.

Looking at the test paper in my hand, I smiled slightly, and said in my heart: Brother, we have never known each other, but I am really happy to see you, tonight's class is relaxed.

Sure enough, after handing out the test papers, Teacher Pan Yu said that she was a little unwell, and we will do the test papers tonight, and then walked out of the classroom with a smile.

And between Teacher Pan Yu's eyebrows, I did see a strong color of tiredness.

Originally, according to the normal plot trend, what I saw between Mr. Pan's eyebrows at this moment should be a faint black gas. And then by myself, who is also the hero of this novel, I stepped forward to save the beauty as a hero.,In this way,Lori Royal Sister、The life of hugging left and right can be half realized.。

But in real life, I just want to say: Ahh

First, if your life is full of ghosts, do you dare to go out alone at night? Pull it down.

Second, subconsciously, I personally still advocate monogamy. And even if YY once lived a life of hugging left and right, I only want to live Lori on both sides, as for the royal sister? My uncle's fear can't be stopped.

Third, I soaked in urine last night, and I could see my own virtues very clearly in that soaked in urine, so I still thought about it.

Song Mink, who was at the same table, hadn't spoken to me since she returned the clothes to me in the afternoon, and I didn't take the initiative to say anything to her. Because at the age of seventeen, I was still a very simple person.

Of course, it's just a more euphemistic way of saying it. If you want to express it more bluntly, it is that there is a color heart and no color guts.

Indeed, I lent her my clothes, and she washed them and returned them to me, which was really nothing to think about. If you don't wash it and return it to me directly, wouldn't it seem very unqualified and uneducated?

I turned my head to look to my left, the new classmate. She seemed to sense something, turned her head to look at it, and smiled as she did that night.

My breathing suddenly tightened, my heart began to beat faster, and my face turned red all of a sudden.

"Whew..."

I hurriedly turned my head and let out a sneaky breath, and then looked over again, just looking at her quiet side face, and swallowing the words from my mouth again.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, tomorrow"

I secretly found a reason in my heart to comfort myself. Alas, man.

"Do you want to talk to people, and you're a little shy?"

"Ah, what?"

Song Mink's cold words startled me, and I looked at her and found that she was looking at me playfully with a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

"Do you want me to tell you her name?"

"Okay... Well, what name, which she? ”

I saw Song Mink look at me, and I knew that she was talking about the new one, and I always wanted to ask the name of the classmate. But Song Mink should know that I was deliberately talking nonsense, she didn't need to repeat it at all, and what did the banter on her face mean?

I suddenly felt a gaze on me, and I slowly turned my head to see that the new student was looking at me with her standard smile.

I smiled awkwardly in response. At this time, I realized that although the conversation between me and Song Mink just now was not particularly loud, it was completely more than enough for the people around me to hear.

Alas, mistakes, mistakes. So I had to be cheeky and ask the question I'd always wanted to ask.

And she didn't show disgust or impatience, she still had that smile like a spring breeze.

She told me that her name was Xie Min and that she had transferred from a neighboring county.

Her voice was beautiful, like her smile, and just hearing it gave me the illusion that my soul had been purified. I was so immersed in it that I ignored what she said after introducing her name.

"His name is Chu Li, the Chu of the overlord of Western Chu, and he has a nickname called Xiaoli, hehe"

Song Mink stretched out his head and helped me introduce the name, but I didn't appreciate her at all, glared at her, and then hurriedly explained: "What a nickname, this is nonsense from a few friends, there is no such thing"

Xie Min smiled lightly and didn't answer again, this topic can be regarded as revealed.

And Xie Min is obviously a good student who loves learning, so he didn't continue to chat, but lowered his head and continued to do the exercises.

And when I was bored, I could only focus on the test paper in front of me first.

Looking at this English test paper, my heart moved, and according to the previous routine, it was a hard work: CDBBA, BCADC······.

I haven't even read any of the topics, as for composition and reading comprehension? What doesn't exist, of course I'll write, and it's full, but what the hell is it?

It's not me who blows, don't say it's our English teacher, you find a professor to translate it?

In less than 20 minutes, a blank test paper had been answered.

And I also took out the notebook I used to practice drawing talismans before, and quietly practiced drawing talismans.

Because I'm going to turn everything in my hand into a weapon for self-protection tonight, although I won't necessarily use it, but I still understand the principle of being prepared. If there is really such a thing, there will be no place to cry when the time comes.

Maybe there were a lot of students like me in the class, and the classroom slowly became noisy.

But all this is in my expectation, Teacher Pan Yu obviously will not come again tonight, this situation is purely normal.

But just as I was thinking this, the classroom suddenly heard the sound of several knuckles banging on the desk.

"Knock knock..."

It's particularly abrupt in a slightly noisy classroom.

I quietly put away my notebook, then weakly looked up at the podium.

Hey, isn't this the Dean of Studies? What kind of evil wind blew this dead fat man over today?

I saw the dead fat man with a black face, glancing at us without saying a word. Yes, it's this routine again.

It's just that as the saying goes, the poor are out of the bad water, and Brother Cao's almost got into trouble with the old class at the beginning of school is a good example.

So the dead fat man didn't dare to say anything, but just sent a nameless fire to our teacher Pan Yu from the air. When I looked at it again, I found that our faces in the audience were not very good-looking, especially Brother Cao and others in the back row, who were usually afraid that the world would not be chaotic and gangs and factions were fighting everywhere, looked at him gloomily, and could only retreat stupidly.

Alas, I sighed softly in my heart. This sigh has no other meaning, just a pity for the dead fat man. It's not a pity that he will be beaten by Brother Cao and them unknowingly.

I regret that he will not be old next year, and he will be rich, but he will not live for a few days.

It's not like I'm talking nonsense, because the black forehead that I had dreamed of before appeared on the dead fat man's body.

Although the black gas is very light, if there is nothing. But don't forget, I'm in a state where I haven't done anything now, that is to say, I haven't even opened the eye of the sky, and I actually saw the black gas on the forehead of the dead fat man just by virtue of my own half-hung Taoism.

This shows that if I open the eyes of the sky, then what I see is not as simple as a faint black gas. I guess the fat man's whole face will have to be covered.

Alas, I sighed softly in my heart again.

Little fatty, it's not that you can't save your brother when you leave your brother, it's really that you can't protect yourself when you leave your brother.

Seriously, when I think about it, I still feel a little guilty. There are some things that you don't know, but you don't do anything when you know it, but you watch a fresh life disappear like this. To be honest, I really can't get over it with my conscience.

But as the saying goes: people are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people for seven points. Let's think about it, as a ghost, gambling on the yin virtue accumulated in this life and the good fortune in the next life will also entangle a living person, and even risk being thrown into the eighteenth layer of hell or even wiped out to death. How much hatred is there?

Zhang Yanli, a junior in high school, if her death had nothing to do with the dead fat man, I wouldn't believe it.

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