Chapter 8 Student Council Members
In the end, Luo Yue chose to share a bedroom with the vice president.
But......
Is there something wrong with this vice president? Skipping meals?
Instant noodle bowls were everywhere and the room was obviously not cleaned. The paper was scattered all over the floor, and the table was full of books.
Turning on the light in broad daylight is not sick.
The room is full of rats.
Falling Moon: [Smile fades away.]
Anyway, she thinks it's definitely not her best friend, and she definitely won't make the room look like this if she has a slight cleanliness habit.
Falling Moon: So, who is the vice president? Come out and get beaten.
On the other hand, Le Yiling's side, although she did not share a bedroom with Luoyue, she had a bedroom with this president.
After all, the old students know the words of the student union - it is a well-known short-sightedness.
"Yo, new life." Dongfang Meng walked out of her room, and a smile hung on her lips, "Hello, I'm Dongfang Meng, the student president." ”
"Le Yiling." Le Yiling briefly said her name, she seemed to have forgotten something, and her cousin said that she had forgotten someone.
Have it? I don't think so.
Dongfang Meng shrugged: "Feel free, don't enter my room." She raised her hand and glanced at the time, tsk, it's time to go to the student union. If I had seen it, well, I'd probably put laxatives in your Coke. ”
She grabbed the key and didn't even leave a look at Le Yiling.
Le Yiling really didn't know what expression she should put on.
This president seems to have a big temper and has a lot of opinions about her.
However, it was the first time they had met...... She didn't mess with the student council president either.
And at this moment, An Yan and Xin are on their side......
"Xin, can you change dormitories with my brother-" An Yan lay in the living room and let out a wail, he wanted to share a dormitory with his brother!
Xin smiled, Han Yan is a teacher, An Yan is a student, and he is destined to not be able to have a dormitory. "If Teacher Han agrees, you can try it, and, I heard, Teacher Han leads Class X."
There are 24 classes in Los Ca, and Class X is the last of 24 classes, and Class X is undoubtedly the last. Moreover, there are rumors of haunting in Class X:
It is rumored that Class X is haunted, and when someone passed by this class after school, the lights of this class suddenly turned on, and then all the Class X students who had been away for a long time returned.
The classmate said that he saw that the classmate in Class X might be aliens!
Later, the homeroom teacher of Class X also came in, and he left with a large part of the group of students and never returned.
Every semester is like this.
And...... Even the head teacher and deputy head teacher have never returned!
"I'm going to change shifts!"
In fact, both An Yan and Xin are freshmen...... That will pick up people is also called by the vice president temporarily.
And a group of criminal police at this time......
"The Ace of Spades is also at this school." Mo Yu looked at the message on his phone, it seemed that their task was quite heavy.
[You will never be able to catch me, byebye, all the criminal police~ want to arrest someone? If you have the ability to come to Los Ca's school, ah-]
The signature is the Ace of Spades.
"To find the ace of spades, you have to catch the principal's little tail, and you have to find a way to recover the black begonia." Bai Qingwan felt that his hair would sooner or later be made bald by work.
Now the work of the criminal police is getting more and more difficult to do, the salary is low, the danger is high, and there is no social security! One can lose his life if he is not careful.
However, this is not the most desperate, the most desperate is......
Mo Yu gently put down the phone and squeezed out a smile: "We still have a hidden mission." ”
Shen Junqi sighed: "This mission is really not a joke. I really want to rush over and put a gun at the headmaster's head to force him to confess. ”
Wake up, you can't beat people. Moreover, have you bought insurance for black begonias, if you don't buy it now, the beneficiary writes the name of one of them, so that you still have money when you die.
Bai Qingwan didn't dare to say it, and it was estimated that there would be infighting if she said it.
"Stop making a fuss." Han Yan knocked on the table, "Tell serious things." ”