I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

I think Dad specially called me and told me that he had been drunk for a night, and he was deliberately showing off.

Because there are not many people who know his relationship with Auntie, except for me, there are probably only the fathers and brothers of Auntie and Cao.

It’s not a husband-and-wife relationship. If you sleep with your daughter and sister for a night, you can’t show it to others unless you want to be jealous.

As for director Cao, although he is a friend who has nothing to say to his father, it is because he is too "nothing to say", so there is no ivory in the dog's mouth, maybe he will laugh at his father's pedantry and feel that woman I was drunk and just started, just holding the hotel for a night.

So I thought about it. The only thing I can find out is my son. I don’t even say it directly. I have to be unwilling to say it. Let me ask for it. Dad, you are too much. If you have the time to do this, it is better to engage in a position to ask for a marriage.

I asked Dad, after Auntie woke up, how to react to him holding his own sleep, and Dad refused to say that he was supposed to be aunt, but he was not serious.

"Dad, you are enough. I have to go to class. You have to do something right. The business of the online store should not forget to take care of it. If you have time to exercise, you can’t say that you are too hard to cook. If you eat, you will not marry you."

Dad promised nothing, I took the phone and entered the classroom to prepare for the second class.

This section is a history lesson. Xiao Qin’s desk has a history textbook. I don’t have to read it with me. She also regrets this.

The history teacher who used to have a nosebleed for the junior high school students, and walked up and down the podium, shook his head and spoke of the Italian Renaissance.

"Students, the Italian poet Dante's "Divine Comedy", have you heard of it?"

"Know." Several boys rushed to answer, "Dante is the hero of "Devil May Cry," and the double gun and the big sword are cool."

"It’s just that the Dante of the 5th generation is too frustrated. The whole is a left-handed young man..."

"Hey, don't look down on the 5th generation Dante. As long as you cover your face, it looks very handsome."

The history teacher was almost mad at the blood, and he took a painful shot at the podium.

"Your student is the worst one I have ever taught. I know that playing games is not good all day. I don’t know who Dante is in history. I will give you a chance, Da Vinci. Who is it, whoever mentions the game, will give me a penalty station in the corridor."

"Da Vinci is a painter..." Someone replied weakly.

The history teacher just intended to praise, and some people went on to say: "The Da Vinci Code says that Da Vinci is the general scoop of the Shushan Retreat, responsible for protecting the descendants of Jesus."

"Da Vinci is the boss of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, making it a double knife."

"Oh, in fact, the "Da Vinci Code" has an adult version. I don't tell him the average person..." This is the embarrassing Cao Gonggong.

The history teacher slammed into the chest and swayed, like the double-gun and the ninja turtle in the devil's weeping, and the face was extremely ugly.

"Please keep quiet." The squad leader restrained in the back row. "I have already written down all the people who disturbed the classroom order. If you commit another crime, just wait for the inspection."

The class was quiet in the class. The history teacher gratefully nodded to Shusha. The 40-year-old history teacher was more limited than the class teacher Yu, and often could not hold his own students.

"Well, now everyone is turning the textbook to page 5, let's take a look at Leonardo's portrait..."

During class time, the corridor was quieter than in the classroom, but at this moment, the footsteps of the “stepping” shoes came from the quiet corridor.

Not too slow, not ill, and the pace of the devil's weeping but Ding in the devil and ghost, quite similar.

Including the history teacher, everyone's attention was drawn to the past by footsteps, and the owner of the footsteps quickly stopped at the door of the classroom of the third (3) class, and then pushed the door away without knocking on the door.

With the sinister breath of **** coming in, it is the whole body of black Zhuang Ni.

She didn't wear a school uniform like most of her classmates, but instead wore a black half-sleeve dress with translucent black stockings and pointed heel spikes (also black) with a heel.

The long black hair was scattered on the shoulders. Although it was not the length of the hair of the class, it was also raised in the summer. As before, Zhuangni blocked half of the face with oblique bangs, and the other half had a pathological paleness. The only exposed left eye is because of the lack of sleep, and the thick dark circles that accumulate, like smoky makeup.

After Zhuangni entered the classroom from the front door, the classroom suddenly became quieter than when the squad leader kept order. When compared with the western fantasy background, it was a group of ignorant villagers who saw the respected samurai, or The different reactions that occur when the heart of the sorrowful wizard is dead.

They all said that the black was thin, and Zhuang Ni came in black, standing on the background of the white wall, making her appear thinner than usual, and even thin to the ethereal realm, even if it floated immediately, it is not strange.

Zhuang Ni took a handful of black books with a pattern of anti-five stars, and did not say hello to the history teacher. She went to the seat in the middle of the classroom.

There is a kind of "nothing to care about" in her movements, her whole person looks strange and decadent, and there is a little bit noble and free and easy.

Like the crows who flew to the battlefield, after enjoying the flesh and blood of the princes, they had a black feather with a mockery.

After Zhuang Ni took two steps, the history teacher remembered that he was in class.

"Hey, what's going on with this classmate, at least you should say 'teacher I am late'."

Zhuang Ni stopped and carried the bag as if she was carrying someone's head. She looked at the history teacher who was a man with a look of junk, and did not speak.

The history teacher had a chill, and he probably remembered it. This is the Zhuang Nizhuang devil who has a headache for the teachers and students of the whole school. But for the face of his teacher, he can't help but criticize Zhuang Ni.

So he smacked his head and slammed the volume.

"Do you know what day is today? Today is September 3, the first day of official school, and today is the anniversary of the victory of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War. The democratic party "Jiu San Society" was named to commemorate this day."

The history teacher reprimanded the students and did not forget to popularize the history knowledge to everyone. It is really a good example for Chinese teachers.

"On this memorable day, you are late for school, late for class, are you worthy of the millions of revolutionary martyrs who have sacrificed to defeat the Japanese aggressors, and write a review book before I leave school."

After the history teacher finished this sentence, the classroom was silent, and everyone was curious about what Zhuang Ni would react.

The squad leader did not speak for a while. Zhuang Ni was in the third grade (3) class. The squad leader only had no idea how to deal with the difficult characters. Moreover, Zhuang Ni also never forgot to talk to the squad leader Lily, saying that she would hold it and hold it. Let the squad leader avoid it.

Just as the **** monarch was disturbed by the sad mortal, Zhuangni frowned and said: "Please don't talk to me casually, otherwise I will tell you about sexual harassment."

The history teacher was so angry that he patted the table. "The whole class is watching, where I am sexually harassing you."

Zhuang Ni’s voice still appears as coming from the deep space of the universe: “Your existence is sexual harassment itself, and all men are such dirty things.”

"Enough." The squad leader couldn't help but stand up and shouted to Zhuang Ni. "I sent you a text message to call you back to class. I didn't ask you to come back to the teacher and give me back to my seat."

When the matter was over, it was a bit of a face for the history teacher. Anyway, Zhuang Ni’s is not a history teacher. Even the teaching director and the vice-president are not motivated to find Zhuang Ni.

But the history teacher doesn't know why, today is a bit confusing, and I have to give Zhuang a little color to see.

"Your attitude is a disrespect for all educators. Give me a penalty station in the corridor. You are not allowed to come in to attend classes."

"Outside the strong and dry..." Zhuang Ni whispered a sentence, then threw her bag to the ground, picked up the hair that blocked the right half of her face, and exposed her right eye.

The history teacher took a step back on the podium, seemingly afraid of Zhuang Ni shooting laser from the right eye, or something unscientific.

However, Zhuang only bends her pale fingers like a vampire into a hook, aiming at the right eye socket and making an action that seems to dig out the eyeball.

The fingertips have already touched the cornea, and the strength of the hand is not like doing it, and the distorted smile that makes you feel happy because of self-mutilation seems to make everyone shudder.

"You, what are you doing?" The history teacher was frightened.

"Oh, anyway, this eye is often blocked by the hair, and it is basically not used..."

"Live, stop, don't do this in my class, go back to your seat, don't you stand out."

"No." Zhuang Ni continued to work hard to dig up her right eye. "I don't pay a price, I am sorry to throw a **** revolutionary martyrs."

The eyes are extremely fragile organs. The history teacher has the heart to stop Zhuang Ni, and he is afraid to help him down. So he is overwhelmed and squats. If he does not support the desk, he will be embarrassed.

When it was said that it was too late, the squad leader was in the same blast, and instantly moved from the back of the classroom to the side of Zhuang Ni. Like the prisoner, she twisted Zhuang’s hands to the back and took her back to her seat.

"Squad leader, you hurt me." Although she said this verbally, Zhuang Ni did not make any resistance, and her expression seemed to be quite enjoyable.

"Sorry, Zhuang Ni's review book, I will let her write it before school." The squad leader, Zhuang Ni, apologized to the history teacher.

The history teacher wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved his hand: "No, she didn't die in my class. It helped me a lot..."

Before sitting on his seat for a long time, Zhuang looked in my direction, and her eyes contained a strong hatred that was not human.

Sure enough, I will not let go of me, because I kissed the squad leader in front of her, and also slapped her in the face, so she came back to class this time, the most important goal is actually to kill me.

As if reading out the worry in my expression, Xiaoqin swears by the side: "You don't have to be afraid of Ye Lin, I will protect you from Zhuang Ni."