The director of discipline, who thinks that his whole body is full of literati artistic temperament, is a strange existence.

He is in his thirties, emotional, picky and serious, and there is no overdressed place on his body, but the whole gives people a feeling of being overdressed.

He has an incomprehensible enthusiasm for his work, so much so that he often gives his classmates the illusion that "he will be separated".

was caught by the director of discipline and sent to the office to preach, and was at the top of the "top ten worst" list of Ronghuazhi campus all the year round.

Seeing Director Feng Ji and Wang Chengyou, Mo Yan suddenly remembered the gossip of King Kong's walk. King Kong said that Wang Chengyou was arrested by Director Feng Ji. But Wang Chengyou is smiling and grinning, where is the consciousness that the arrested person should have.

"Pour me a glass of water, will you go?" Wang Chengyou threatened.

"Don't go!" Director Discipline is determined not to bow down to the evil forces.

Unexpectedly, the handsome and tall Wang Chengyou actually sat on the ground. is such a big person, and he plays the scoundrel without any psychological barriers.

Not only was Director Feng Ji dumbfounded, but even Mo Yan, who was ten steps away, felt incredible.

"You're a scoundrel!"

"What's the matter? Can you drag me, you? ”

The director of discipline told him that he should not be in the sky, and that the earth was not spiritual, so he had no choice but to stomp his feet to help him pour water.

As soon as Director Fengji's front foot disappeared around the corner, Wang Chengyou greeted Mo Yan with his back foot: "Mo Yan, come here, help me bring a few words!" ”

He lowered his voice, and his expression was not serious, but at least serious.

Mo Yan took two steps back directly.

Relative!

Immature!

When she is full, has nothing to do, and wade into the troubled waters of the director of discipline?!

Just as Mo Yan was about to run, Wang Chengyou grabbed her little thin arm.

"Don't make a fuss! My phone was confiscated. Tell King Kong that no one should call me. They have no evidence, they bite the bullet and don't admit it, and persistence is victory. Remember? ”

Mo Yan shook his head.

"I repeat. First, don't call me. Second, they have no evidence, so they have to grit their teeth and deny it to the end. Remember? ”

Mo Yan continued to shake his head.

"Poof." The sound of crisp fingers clasping heads.

Mo Yan was about to cry: "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to knock my head with your hand?" ”

"Hurry up, don't let that pervert see you."

Wang Chengyou smiled and let go of his hand.

He didn't believe she didn't remember.

Mo Yan was suddenly let go, and he ran forward a few steps by inertia, and his head still maintained the posture of looking back. Sure enough, Director Feng Ji appeared with a disposable water cup. Mo Yan immediately turned his head.

What just happened??

She's just been caught up in a serious mystery?

She heard it very clearly, Director Feng Ji said that if Wang Chengyou didn't cooperate well, he would probably face being ordered to drop out of school!

So, this message, to carry or not to piggyback?

Experiencing the feeling of tearing all the way, Mo Yan came to the back door of the class in a daze.

The classroom was calm and there was nothing unusual to see.

Also, in addition to being sloppy and not doing homework, a scumbag like Wang Chengyou does not provoke right and wrong, and his sense of existence has always been very weak.

I wanted to close my eyes and forget about it - Joey doesn't often forget about things, and every time he forgets it reasonably, but he saw King Kong's sad eyes.

King Kong looked at everyone who walked through the door of Class 3 (2). Look at it once, be disappointed once.

"Hou Zhengjie." Mo Yan was next to the door, calling weakly.

She was ready to compromise herself.

Since there is no way to calmly fake forget, then, she shouted King Kong softly, in case King Kong didn't hear it, heh, that's King Kong's business, and it can't be up to her.

Witness the moment of miracle happening.

The classroom, which was originally buzzing like a beehive, suddenly fell silent at the moment when she called softly. So the voice she shouted was unmistakably captured by King Kong's eardrums.

King Kong looked back at Mo Yan suspiciously.

Alas, since this was providential, she had no choice but to follow the trend.

Mo Yan beckoned to King Kong.

King Kong left his seat and walked towards Mo Yan.

"Mo Yan, what's wrong?"

"It's fine."

King Kong looked at the sky with his eyes, and walked to the classroom with his head raised.

"Wang Chengyou, let me bring you a few words."

King Kong turned his head suddenly, his eyes shining, and he was so moved that he was about to cry.

Three or two steps jumped to Mo Yan's side, and casually took the back door: "Did you see him?" Where did you see it? How does he look? Why didn't you answer my call? ”

Ask too much!

Mo Yan waved his index finger at King Kong: "Don't ask me anything!" I don't know anything! Now, I say, you listen! In this way, Mo Yan relayed Wang Chengyou's words to King Kong.

Those words that sounded like she had no beginning or end, King Kong understood as soon as he heard them. He smiled with relief.

But the smile didn't bloom for more than 3 seconds, and it wilted immediately.

"Wait! You say I can't call him? But it's too late, and I've already called him hundreds of times. What to do? What to do? Am I exposed? ”

Mo Yan sighed, King Kong is really as good as his impression, and his brain is not very bright.

"It's not easy. You find an irrelevant reason. ”

"What reason? I'm stupid. ”

"Whatever. In case someone finds you down and asks why you're making so many calls, you just want to ask if you still play football after school, or just want to know why you didn't come to school......"

"S words*t!" Mo Yan suddenly woke up, "I'm really full of food and panic, so many words!" Hou Zhengjie, remember, it's not that I won't let you call, it's Wang Chengyou who said he won't let you call...... No! Hou Zhengjie, you remember again, I have never sent you a message, and I have never given you any blind ideas! ”

King Kong touched the back of his head and nodded to Mo Yanfang.

King Kong's attitude undoubtedly comforted Mo Yan very well.

Mo Yan calmed down his anxious state of mind and pushed the door into the classroom.

The young homeroom teacher walked to the podium with a relaxed step: "I have a few important things to announce. If you do the question, you can continue to do it, just listen to your ears. Versatile and time-rich students, your carnival day has arrived!

Next Friday, the class will have a New Year's Day party; Next Friday, there will be a high school New Year's Day dance; Next week, the high school winter indoor sports meet will begin.

The fifth Friday of this week is the cultural and arts festival of the high school. After the art festival, students who organized a group to go to Long Island, New York, you can go!

Happy? ”

At least half of the class cheered.

They are exactly what the head teacher called "versatile and time-filled" people. Regardless of whether the "versatile" is true or not, the "multi-time" supported by the multi-gold is certain.

Mo Yan secretly glanced at Joey at the same table, her eyes were shining strangely, and she was smiling affectionately at the biology textbook. Looking at Xueba An in the back of the side as scheduled, he is obviously also deeply immersed in his own thinking world.

Mo Yan hurriedly introspected himself and closed his gaze on the ancient culture test papers full of classical Chinese.

At that moment, someone behind her poked her with a finger.