Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 10 Master Xu Wants to Be Her Father

Nan Yaoye had no choice but to spend money on things like Nan Yi's mistakes.

However, after a class was delayed, the first thing Nan Yi saw when she came down from the third floor was the distinctive front and rear doors of the third class.The two doors of aluminum alloy are shining, very eye-catching in the corridor.Anyone who passes by has to take a look.

Nan Yi really couldn't appreciate her masterpiece, so she wandered to the bathroom before entering the classroom.

There was a low sobbing sound from the sink, Nan Yi followed the source of the sound and looked around, and saw the girl huddled in the corner.The other party was petite and slender, nestled in a blue and white ball, with his hands hugging his knees, his face was buried so deep that he couldn't see his face clearly.

From the top-down perspective, you can only see the top of the opponent's head. The long hair is smooth, black and shiny, and the hair quality is excellent.

"Student..." Nan Yi squatted down, doing the same motion around her knees, her thick and slender eyelashes trembled twice, and her amber eyes were full of curiosity: "What brand of shampoo do you have? The quality of your hair is so good, you do it regularly Nursing?"

She is so involuntary in dealing with all beautiful things.

Even if the scene is a bit awkward.

The girl didn't respond to her, and the sobs were much quieter.

"I'm going to go to the toilet. If you still squat here and cry when I come out, you can tell me." Nan Yi's legs were numb from squatting, and she negotiated the terms on her own, got up and found a nearby cubicle to go to the toilet.

Nan Yi touched her hair, the color and quality of her hair was not bad, but Nan Yaoye was rather stingy about her love of beauty, and she was not allowed to go to places like beauty salons and barber shops.

After 1 minute, she pressed the pump button.

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

The girl didn't care too much, she washed her hands carefully under the running faucet, took out a piece of paper to dry them, took out a tube of hand cream from her school uniform pocket, carefully applied it evenly, and tidied herself in the mirror before walking out .

The last class is English, which has already started for more than ten minutes.When Nan Yi raised her hand and knocked on the door, the beautiful teacher on the podium was interacting energetically.The lectures are all in English, and she understands one sentence: come in.

Enjoying the boss-level treatment, Nan Yi accepted the attention of the whole class and calmly walked from the first row to the last row to sit down.

I guess he had enough sleep in the last class, Master Xu was rarely sober, with one hand resting on the table to turn his pen, 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 nostrils, and the black carbon pen was turned a few times in her hand, and the boy turned his head and glanced to the side.

The girl lowered her head and played with her fingers pinching her hair, looking worried.

This is... being trained?

The speed of turning the pen gradually slowed down, and the boy's pupils reflected the girl's "grievance and aggrieved" look, thinking that her father is also a good-tempered one.

Every girl kicked down a door in the classroom, and she was ashamed to say it.

If he was Nanyi's father, he would have to catch him and beat him up.

Nan Yi lowered her head and thought about how to take care of her hair, she was a little tired, she raised her head and turned her neck, her eyes met the young man's dark and unwavering eyes.

"What are you looking at me for?" The girl was a little confused.

The black carbon pen was held between his fingers, and Ning Zhi Xu You turned it around, looking at the girl's overly attractive face, and slowly said: "I'm thinking about becoming your father."

South Italy:? ? ?What a weird habit.

She asked in a good temper: "Then you want to understand?"

"Hmm." One dared to ask, and the other dared to answer.

Master Xu of Tenth Middle School put down his pen in a 'pata', propped one elbow on the back of the chair, sitting in a very dignified posture.

The thin lips moved up and down: "I don't want to be that."

"tired."

- Damn me!

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