Chapter 281: Another Strange Class Flower
"Hey, you know what, every time you lick the adhesive back of a stamp, you absorb a tenth of a calorie."
"Hey, did you know that the average left-handed person lives nine years longer."
"Hey, hey, do you know, chocolate contains a chemical called ****, which is the same thing that can be made in your brain when you're in a relationship."
If all the history teachers in the world are like the bald old man in front of them, then I am afraid that all history classes in the world will be full of boredom and silence. Of course, this sentence refers to a certain type of person, and unfortunately, I happen to be one of them. And the girl behind me happened to be the other one.
What exactly can you do when you're bored? Generally speaking, people may stack their textbooks very high, and then hide behind them to read comics and hide from the teacher. And some people will be stunned, and some people will salivate and dream of Zhou Gong, and so on is very cheesy behavior.
But alas, I'm not an ordinary person. And the girl behind me doesn't count. So she chose a more unusual way to kill boredom first. For example, poke me in the back with a pencil, and when I turn my head, I immediately pretend to be an idiot, spread my mouth, and hang a very resilient saliva out of my mouth, and hang it until I am more than 30 centimeters.
Then she kept it that way and uttered the three passages that I still consider classic.
At that time, I was suddenly stupid, and I couldn't help but clap my hands for this scene.
Then I was kicked out of the classroom by the balding little old man, standing by the door with a bucket in both hands and depressed.
I looked out the window in exasperation, and the girl smiled sweetly at me, sticking out her tiny pink tongue. I was even more annoyed, and I wanted to rush in and grab the guy's tongue and pull it out.
Introduce yourself as usual. I'm silent at night.,A kind-hearted boy.。 18 years old, unmarried. This year is just the third year of high school. And the girl who is so good at dying and starts to spit noodles and saliva at me when no one is paying attention is called Zeng Yaru, an eighteen-year-old girl who has been occupying the position of the class flower since the second year of high school. Also unmarried.
It is worth mentioning that this weird beautiful girl seems to have some hobbies that are not known to others. She likes to scare me with the saliva of noodles that she can hang up to 30 centimeters long without leaving her mouth. If this hobby maintains a fair attitude of equality between men and women, for all ages, and for children, I will put up with it. Unfortunately, the truth is not as expected. It seems that she just likes to scare me as a game to kill boredom.
At least she's the only one I've ever seen. In front of others, this eccentric beautiful girl will always be a noble lady with a noble appearance, beautiful, temperamental, good grades, and can play the piano and flute and other musical instruments. It seems that all the good things are perfectly gathered in one person.
Everyone was bewitched and deceived by her beautiful stinky skin, and there was even a group of stinky male creatures in the school who spontaneously formed several of her personal guards and support clubs. I'm the only one who knows the nature of her evil, this hateful goofy. Although to be honest, the kind of weird and funny actions that others would make people feel disgusting, although she is not elegant in her, but at least it is a rare scenery. Still, I'm a little resistant.
Come to think of it, when did she start doing this pastime to me?
In the second year of high school, everyone was not familiar with it. Although she was in the same class and her position was not far away, no matter how brilliant and dazzling she was, her impression of her was only on the verge of dangerous forgetting by remembering her name.
When I was in my third year of high school, it wasn't until two weeks ago that she happened to see her bored spitting and playing in class. She intermittently blew bubbles on and off as my gaze drifted to hers. Then this week, the weird class flower couldn't get enough of it, and simply switched positions behind me, and when he got bored, he poked me in the back with a pencil.
If I didn't look back, she kept poking and pressing her hand all over my back, like picking pork at a vegetable market. Recently, she has developed a stunt of hanging saliva, until now, I haven't figured out what different ingredients her saliva contains, and it can be lifted to more than 30 centimeters long, and it can be used to declare the Guinness World Records!
Alas, headaches.
The bald little old man walked out, looked me down, and then suddenly smiled, "Silent at night, comfortable, is my history class really that boring?" ”
"What the hell." My reaction can be called a must, humble said, "Mr. Zhang knows the world and knows geography, ancient and modern, excellent pen, quick thinking, never forget, ten years of cold window, erudite and talented, well-informed, talented and high-level, rich and rich five cars, we are a model." The students' admiration for you is like the surging water of the Yangtze River. It is also like the flooding of the Yellow River, which is out of control...... Hey, hey, earth-shattering! Weeping ghosts! Touching! Touching tears ......"
The bald little old man actually used it quietly, with a harmless smile on his face, "You treat me as mentally retarded, don't deal with me with those idiot replies to idiots." ”
Feelings, this antique that eats antiquity, will still be, oh my God! What kind of world is this!
After laughing for a while, the old man said, "By the way, I forgot to say just now, I have transferred with your homeroom teacher in the next class, and it is still a history class." You're standing here for me! ”
I pour! Emperor, where did I provoke your old man who was merciful and compassionate at night, you want to toss me like this! Helplessly looking at the two empty buckets on my hands that were gradually weighing more than 10,000 catties, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself on the window glass.
It's okay not to look at it, but I almost sat down in fright when I saw it. The culprit, Zeng Yaru, was looking at me through the glass, she was leaning on the windowsill with her hands on her head, and the corners of her mouth showed a smile unique to a beautiful girl.
I was angry and hummed, "Don't make an innocent face, it's all your fault." How do you compensate me! ”
She blinked her big eyes, her long eyelashes were almost touching the glass, and she said, "Hey, I heard that a new hot pot noodle restaurant has opened near the outer north gate, and people want to go." ”
"me." I hate.
"You're in for a treat!"
"You nerves, why should I invite you!" I raised my voice, "I haven't even settled accounts with you about the recent events!" ”
Zeng Yaru suddenly smiled even sweeter, and she jumped out of the classroom, still carrying a bucket and a scoop that came out of nowhere.
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