Through the transparent glass window, the students of Class B stared at the strange scene in the classroom of Class A.

"Fuck, do those two women want to perform a **** horse dance?"

"Wow, it turns out that the girls in Class A have this virtue?"

"Pony, the hood is exposed!...Grass! Really take off! Will I have needle eyes on pony?"

"Fart, it's ugly, it must be fake!"

"My mother! That Huangfushan is quite white in clothes, why is she so black? It's also lumpy, so sick! Does she have a skin disease?"

"Then you have to ask, it must be the face plastic surgery, the body can't be corrected, you can't get a new skin, right? Tsk..."

Everyone talked happily, looking at the two wealthy young ladies who were usually unworthy, they were scratching their bodies frantically at this moment.

Chu Jingjing grabbed the English teacher, and scared the old teacher in her 50s to have high blood pressure; while Huangfushan was holding the door frame and twisting, her skin was originally black, but she was caught by her own eyes. Bloodstains, but still twisting violently, trying to scratch the itchy back and legs!

Where is half the nobleness of the family lady? !

From this day on, the two got a new title in Imperial High School: Chu Fake Milk, Huangfu Heishan.

This apt name can be described as a thunderous, long-lasting, and no one knows it!

At this moment, Nalan Xin'er, who had just come out of the dean's office, stood behind everyone, staring at the free performance, and smiled in a very good mood: not bad. Uncle Mu's thing is awesome! But I did a little bit, smeared on the desktop of these two guys, the effect is so wonderful! If you do more...tsk!

You should really thank my sister for being in a good mood today, she only made you lose a little face and didn't let you lose a layer of skin!

Without continuing to appreciate it with everyone, she turned around to go back to the classroom.

When I turned around, I ran into a wall suddenly!

No, it's not a wall!

It can be regarded as a wall, tall and tall, strong and strong, and the temperature is cold, isn't it like a human-shaped wall!

Big... Uncle? !

The cold touch is so familiar!

This is the only conclusion she didn’t make a successful punt yesterday-

Uncle's hands are very cold, very cold!

At this moment, even if there is a layer of clothing, it is actually cold!

Could it be that... his thing is really cold?

Like an ice cucumber?

Thinking like this, Nalan Xin'er awkwardly stretched out her hand again...

But as cunning as someone, how can she give her a chance to start?

She only felt that the other person's body moved away at the touch of a touch, and it was empty.

Alas, Uncle Dongfang always seems to be able to keep a faint distance with people, inaccessible, intangible, like smoke and mist, like dreams and illusions, revealing an unreal feeling.

Don't say, this man's mysterious and noble temperament is really quite awkward, very beautiful!

It's a pity that when you speak, it's not good at all:

"I'm so excited to watch the excitement when I have time. Have you written the 20,000-word homework?"

The tone is also cool and unsentimental.

His face was even more disdainful.

——【Cucumber Little Theater No. 11】——

Uncle Dongfang: Cucumber? ! That little broken thing, dare to compare with your master?

Miss Xiner: Shit! Look down on cucumbers? Did you make it? At least cucumbers are edible!

Uncle Dongfang licked his lips and smiled: Can it be eaten... This can have... (After the speech, the belt has been untied)

[Also, thank you Menghuo for their great rewards and daily tickets, Master Yun is in mind! It will be even more on weekends! Master Yun waved his claws, uncle waved cucumbers, and together they continued to ask the fairies for tickets~~]

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