In dealing with things like Nanyi's mistakes, Nan Yaoye has no other way than to throw money.

However, after a class was delayed, the first thing Nanyi saw when he came down from the third floor was the distinctive front and rear doors of the third class. The two doors of the aluminum alloy shimmer and stand out in the hallway. Anyone who passes by has to look twice.

Nanyi really couldn't appreciate his masterpiece, so he wandered to the bathroom before entering the classroom.

There was a low sobbing sound from the sink, and Nanyi glanced at the sound source probe and saw the girl huddled in the corner. The other party was petite and slender, a blue-white lump nested there, his hands were on his knees, and his face was deeply buried and he couldn't see his appearance.

From the top-down perspective, you can only see the top of each other's heads, and the long hair is soft and black, and the hair quality is excellent.

"Classmate......" Nanyi squatted down, the same knee-ring movement, the thick and slender eyelashes trembled twice, and the amber eyes were full of curiosity: "What brand of shampoo do you have?" Is it a regular care for your hair that is so good? ”

She treats all beautiful things involuntarily.

Even if the on-site environment is a little awkward.

The girl didn't respond to her, and the sobbing was much quieter.

"I'll go in the toilet, and when I come out, if you're still squatting here and crying, you can tell me." Nanyi's legs were numb, and he negotiated the conditions by himself, got up and found a nearby cubicle to go to the toilet.

Nan Yi touched her hair, the color and hair quality were not bad, but Nan Yaoye was more critical of her love for beauty, and she was not allowed to go to a place like a beauty salon and barber shop.

A minute later, she pressed the pump button.

When she went out again, the little pity in the corner was gone.

The girl didn't pay much attention to it, she washed her hands carefully under the faucet, wiped off the paper, and took out a tube of hand cream from the pocket of her school uniform, carefully applied it evenly, and then tidied herself up in the mirror before walking out.

The last class was in English, and it had been going on for more than ten minutes. When Nanyi raised her hand and knocked on the door, the beautiful teacher on the podium was interacting energetically. Taught in English, she understood the sentence: come in.

Enjoying the treatment of the big guy, Nanyi accepted the attention of the whole class, and calmly walked from the first row to the last row and sat down.

It is estimated that he slept enough in the last class, and Xu Ye rarely woke up, turning the pen on the table with one hand, sitting lazily, like a school leader who came to listen to an open class.

The moment the girl sat down, a faint fragrance wafted into her nose, the black carbon pen turned a few times in her hand, and the boy turned his head to the side.

The girl hung her head down, her fingers pinching her hair and playing, looking worried.

This is...... Trained?

The speed of turning the pen gradually slowed down, and the girl's 'grievances' were reflected in the boy's pupils, thinking that her father was also good-tempered.

The girls kicked in a classroom door, and they were ashamed to say it.

If he was his father, he would have to catch someone and beat him.

Nanyi lowered his head and thought about how to take care of his hair, thinking a little tired, and was raising his head and turning his neck, his eyes met the young man's dark and waveless eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" The girl was a little confused.

The black carbon pen was sandwiched between his fingers, and Ning Zhixu turned around for a while, looking at the girl's face that was too much to attract bees and butterflies, and slowly said: "I'm thinking about being your father." ”

Southern Italy: ??? What a weird fetish this is.

She asked good-naturedly, "Then have you figured it out?" ”

"Hmm." One dares to ask, the other dares to answer.

Xu Ye put down the pen with a 'click', propped his elbow on the back of the chair with one hand, and sat in a very big posture.

Thin lips open and close up and down: "I don't want to be." ”

"Tired."

- me!