Sitting in the classroom with a serious attitude, his eyes were also focused on the textbook, Guo Lin kept echoing in his heart that the girl had said those words to him last night. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Guo Lin didn't dare to fully confirm the identity of the girl, thinking of the girl's extraordinary heroism in the game last time in the black Internet café, he despised everything and killed all sides, and it is estimated that it should not be made up and deceived himself.

Do you say yes to the girl? If you really obey her arrangement, you can achieve a counterattack? No longer to be looked down upon?

Until now, Guo Lin was also shocked in his heart, especially when he thought that the girl wanted to help her take revenge.

If she really meets the girl's enemy in the future, will she let herself kill and abuse, it will be a lifetime prison, and if she doesn't do it, she will be shot.

Dad is only one of his relatives in this world, maybe after graduating from school in the future, he will really become one of the thousands of poor migrant workers as the girl said, but then at least he can solve the problem of food and clothing and survival.

After all, Guo Lin is only a teenager, and it is inevitable that there will be many ideas that seem childish and ridiculous to us, but who has not been naïve and naïve?

In the classroom in the morning, when he saw Liu Xiao casting a concerned gaze at him, Guo Lin felt a warm feeling in his heart.

It seems that Liu Xiao's monstrous hatred for himself in that matter has been dispersed with the wind under the wear and tear of time.

Unexpectedly, that day, Liu Xiao dared to come out only to help him persuade his father, Guo Lin was still grateful in his heart, thinking that he must invite her to a meal when he has time, and apologize to her well.

But when I think of the pitiful money left in my pocket, I guess I will have to drink boiling water and nibble on steamed buns for the rest of the week.

It's a question of time, it's mostly a matter of money.

People are poor and don't even have a chance to fall in love, sad!

Towards Liu Xiao's concerned gaze, Guo Lin could only return the smile with a slight nymphomaniac, which could be regarded as expressing his gratitude to Liu Xiao.

Hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to be reading seriously, Liu Xiao's face was slightly red.

In fact, like Guo Lin, she has a deer in her heart, pounding and pounding.

I really want to go back to the era of junior high school, have you ever had such innocent and beautiful memories?

The moment when he met Liu Xiao's eyes in the morning was the happiest and warmest time for Guo Lin during this time.

In the end, he made up his mind to go to the cemetery to find the girl, or because of the unfortunate thing that happened in English class.

In the first English class in the afternoon, the English teacher, who looked cold, made everyone feel an inexplicable chill as soon as they stepped into the classroom.

A set of slim blue professional skirts, the skirt is just a little below the thighs, which sets off her Ana figure very beautifully.

Smooth and soft goose yellow pantyhose with a pair of small blue heels underneath.

When she walked into the classroom with a cold face, she still couldn't stop the obscene eyes of many boys in the class.

It's no wonder that the boys in the class have poor English scores, and it is estimated that when they take English class, they are full of dirty and dirty pictures in their hearts, and they still have the heart to listen to her lectures.

However, the boys in the class are also in a state of youthful madness with high energy and nowhere to vent, and it is difficult for ordinary people to restrain their fantasies in that regard.

I don't know if the eldest aunt came, and the English teacher who looked cold looked at her this time took the poor child Guo Lin as the object of venting in the class.

Not long after the English class started, Guo Lin, who was still entangled in that matter from time to time in his mind, couldn't help but secretly look at the English teacher who was turning around and writing words on the blackboard.

Suddenly, I don't know which bastard threw out the paper ball, and it smashed right on the top of Guo Lin's head.

Guo Lin, who was shining with his eyes and looked demented, was startled, and couldn't help but turn around, wanting to find the origin of the paper ball.

The classmates around him all looked at Guo Lin one after another, and there was a slight commotion.

It happened that the English teacher was writing words on the blackboard, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Guo Lin twisting most of his body, and he didn't know what he was looking at behind?

At this time, seeing Guo Lin's annoyed and angry appearance, the few guys sitting at the back couldn't hold back and let out some laughter.

This immediately ignited the already unhappy mood of the English teacher.

Immediately, a large piece of chalk roared towards Guo Lin.

Instinctively, his head tilted, trying to dodge.

Who knows, it was self-defeating, but it was hit on the forehead all of a sudden, and the forehead was smashed red.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, grinning and wanting to rub the place where he was hit, the English teacher, whose face was cold and sparks were about to appear in his eyes, pointed at Guo Lin and shouted: What were you doing just now? Have you taken my lessons into account? Hurry up and get me up from my seat.

While rubbing his smashed forehead, Guo Lin, who hurriedly lowered his head and stood up aggrievedly, became even more disgusted and hateful in the eyes of the English teacher.

You get out of my classroom now, go outside and reflect on it, and get out of here. The English teacher's words were even more scathing.

Guo Lin, who was full of grievances, was unwilling and wanted to defend himself, but his mosquito-like voice was not finished yet, and he was once again scolded by the English teacher.

The bastards who laughed just now couldn't help but let out some schadenfrequent laughter when they watched Guo Lin bow his head and walk outside the classroom.

Guo Lin, who was full of resentment but helpless and grief, couldn't help but glance at the English teacher who he hated very much at the moment when he entered the podium.

While walking, I thought with hatred in my heart: Isn't it because Lao Tzu's family is poor that you look down on Lao Tzu, last time Zhou Guanfu was in your class, openly molesting female classmates, and I didn't see you treat him well. Today, I am so angry with Lao Tzu, one day, Lao Tzu will press you under the crotch, so that you can also taste this feeling like being forced to be packed.

Spoiler here, I didn't expect that one day later, the English teacher was really pressed under Guo Lin's crotch, but Guo Lin suffered a loss.

Liu Xiao, who was sitting not far from Guo Lin, saw that Guo Lin had bad luck again today and was kicked out of the classroom, and he could only feel sorry for him in his heart.

The teachers who kept passing by in the school looked at Guo Lin who was kicked out of the classroom and stood outside the door, and most of them showed some contempt on their faces: "rotten wood cannot be carved, and hatred of iron cannot be made of steel".

Perhaps at this moment, Guo Lin has become a typical representative of the school scum in the hearts of the school teachers, and he is not far from complete depravity and sinking.

Guo Lin, who was standing outside the door of the classroom, his thin and thin body, was shivered by a ruthless autumn wind.

Even God was laughing at him, Guo Lin was completely cold from the inside out at the moment.

The autumn sun with a bit of sad warmth, faintly sprinkled in the world in front of him, Guo Lin under the shadow can only look at the sun that shines dazzlingly in the sky, longing for the arrival of light and warmth.

Standing alone outside the classroom, as if tormented in the time, he completely put aside those messy thoughts.

Make up your mind, at 12 o'clock tonight, go to the cemetery, look for the girl, he can't stand the current state anymore.