Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Hey-wake up, the composition is about to be handed in after class." An Chuxia finally reached out and pushed Meng Xiaonan.

Before she poked her head a few times, she still reacted, but now, Meng Xiaonan has completely turned into a dead pig, afraid that nothing but the earthquake can wake her up.

According to An Chuxia’s understanding of Chinese teachers, although Chinese teachers are not very harsh and do not criticize people very much, but for those students who do not hand in their homework on time, the Chinese teacher will use her monk-like mouth to keep reminding, even Sometimes when passing by here, other teachers would even break into the door to remind that classmate to hand in homework while they are still in class.

Meng Xiaonan is not afraid of such a shameful thing, but An Chuxia is afraid! In the past, Meng Xiaonan's academic performance deteriorated, and her mother would talk to An Chuxia and ask her that Meng Xiaonan would not attend classes from time to time. In short, she should urge Meng Xiaonan a lot.

Over time, An Chuxia developed a habit of constantly urging the cute boy to do his homework.

"Meng Xiaonan!" An Chuxia finally yelled. Seeing that she couldn't wake her up, she had to take the composition she pressed under her hand and helped her write the homework.

Of course, this is not the first time An Chuxia has done this kind of thing. Now she can imitate Meng Xiaonan's handwriting to the realm of realism.

"Huh? Early summer, do you want to help her write?" Filia blinked and looked at An Chuxia pitifully, "Can you..."

An Chuxia was amused before listening to Felia's words, and said categorically: "Do it yourself!"

As soon as the bell rang after class, An Chuxia just finished writing the last word. The title of the composition she wrote for Meng Xiaonan was "The Most Beautiful Rainy Day I Have Ever Seen". It's a purely scene description, and it's just close to the level of a cute boy. Don't ask why she knows it so well, because practice makes perfect!

"Wow, Chuxia boss, you are like my mother!" Meng Xiaonan, who could not be awakened by An Chuxia but was awakened by the get out of class bell, walked to An Chuxia and looked at the composition of "my own handwriting", Meng Xiaonan A Ji Ling was almost kneeled in front of An Chuxia.

If she didn't really fall asleep, she also wanted to write the composition well.

"Stop it!" An Chuxia stood up and threw the text to Meng Xiaonan: "Your mother can't help you write!"

"Yes, yes, you are more prosperous than your mother!" The cute little man said flatteringly, took the composition and kissed exaggeratedly, then turned and shouted: "Lecture representative, I have finished writing the composition, come and receive it!"

The expression of the representative of the Chinese class seemed very shocked. Since the accident in the early summer of Da'an, Meng Xiaonan has been at the top of the list of "the most difficult people in the class to collect homework". As expected, it is different when An Chuxia is back.

"Hey! There is more than half an hour in the big break, you accompany me to a place!" An Chuxia said, squeezing his eyes at Meng Xiaonan, smiling strangely.

Every time An Chuxia makes such an expression, Meng Xiaonan wants to shiver: "Go...where to go?"

"Look at your demo!" An Chuxia said, lying beside Meng Xiaomen's ear: "Class A in the second year..."

Isn't the second-year Class A the same as Han Qilu's class? Omega! She is still young and does not want to die young!

Meng Xiaonan shook his head like a rattle, and said firmly: "No!"

"It's up to you?" An Chuxia grinned: "There is no free homework in the world, can you go? If you don't, I will reveal that you didn't write the article yourself!"

Felia on the side raised her hand immediately and said seriously: "I can testify!"

"Felia, then you slut!" Meng Xiaonan wanted to cry without tears: "Are you going back where I am going?!"

"How do I know..." She did not hear where An Chuxia was going to go with Meng Xiaonan. Besides, what terrible place is there in Styland College?

"You said you don't know what to join in the fun..." As soon as Meng Xiaonan finished speaking, the collar was picked up: "Boss in the early summer, life is precious!"

An Chuxia smiled, and recklessly pulled Meng Xiaonan out of the classroom: "Love is more expensive! For your boss's love, you must always be ready to shed blood for me!"

"Boss, I just learned that you have such a shameless side." Meng Xiaonan said with a bitter face: "Let go, can't I go with you?"

Only then did An Chuxia let go, stretched out his hand and patted Meng Xiaonan's shoulder: "This is the brother I regard death as home!"

The brilliant things of tomorrow An Chuxia knew that night, but she knew that Han Qilu would not focus on Meng Xiaonan, and would not have any "aggressive behavior" towards Meng Xiaonan.

"You said you went to meet your old lover, why would you bring me a bright light bulb..." Although Meng Xiaonan promised An Chuxia to go with her, his mouth was full of reluctance.

After Meng Xiaonan's question, An Chuxia stopped, and said to Meng Xiaonan with her mouth: "I'm afraid!"

Meng Xiaonan immediately understood: "Come on, brother, I can only accompany you to shed blood! Since the boss is going to work hard for love, of course the younger brother must cheer for you!"

"Good brother, talk about loyalty!" The two people talked and laughed as they walked to the second grade of high school. A lot of people commented on the two of them, secretly not knowing what they were talking about.

Walking to the corridor of Class A in the second year, you can walk to the door of the classroom in a few steps. An Chuxia suddenly stopped, tightly holding Meng Xiaonan's hand and whispered: "What should I do?! I think So nervous!"

"What's nervous about this, just go in and tell him, Han Qilu, I like you, do you like me?" Meng Xiaonan shook his head as soon as he finished speaking, "No, it's not direct enough. You have to speak directly , Han Qilu, be my boyfriend, hurry up and let Xiang Mankui get out!"

"I think if you say this, he will let me go...wait! I was almost taken in by your words, I didn't come to confess to Han Qilu!"

She almost forgot the purpose of her trip.

Meng Xiaonan's eyes rolled, and he looked at An Chuxia suspiciously and asked: "You didn't come to confess, then what are you doing?"

"He left the tea eggs in the car in the morning. I brought them to her." An Chuxia said, looking down at her hand: "Ah, oh, I forgot to bring the tea eggs!"

Just now I accidentally talked with Meng Xiaonan too much in the classroom, and forgot the tea eggs!

Meng Xiaonan immediately stared at An Chuxia with the look of "I'm looking at an idiot": "I thought you were getting better, but...it’s also a good way to increase your relationship with Master Qilu in the name of tea eggs. That's it! I support you, let's go back and get the tea eggs!"

She didn't use the tea egg to increase the relationship with Han Qilu, she was not so brain-dead. She just felt that it was a pity that the tea eggs were wasted. That was Jiang Yuanyuan's heart. If she knew that Han Qilu didn't eat it, how sad would she be?

Although Jiang Yuanyuan usually looks like an optimist, she knows that Jiang Yuanyuan is actually very nervous. This is probably a writer's unique quality, that is, sensitivity. Han Qilu was originally not good at communication, and the relationship between mother and child simply did not reach the "happiness" of ordinary families.

However, it is better not to explain to Meng Xiaonan's nervous people. After going downstairs and taking the tea eggs, the two ran back to the second year.

When she reached the door of the classroom, she couldn't help feeling nervous again.

"Look at how you are!" Meng Xiaonan said deliberately with contempt: "Hurry up, isn't it just a tea egg? Are you so nervous? Come, give me your hand, I'll give you courage..."

Meng Xiaonan said that he was about to pull An Chuxia's hand. An Chuxia was about to shake Meng Xiaonan's hand, and a boy from Han Qilu's class came out. He was one of the pranksters who put a bucket on the door when An Chuxia first came to this class.

He was shocked by Han Qilu that day, and he still remembered An Chuxia still fresh.

When he saw An Chuxia, he was stunned for a second, and then raised a dog-legged smiling face: "Sister-in-law Chuxia! Are you looking for Master Qilu?"

This name sounds really ironic now, but An Chuxia didn't want to explain too much.

Before she could speak, the boys ran back to the classroom and shouted: "Master Qilu, Sister-in-law of Early Summer is looking for you!"

Master and sister-in-law... this name doesn't seem to match!

Before tangling these messy things, An Chuxia could only walk in courageously, and secretly told herself that it was just a tea egg, no big deal!

Since the stairs came up to Class A of the second year, they went in through the back door, but as soon as they walked in, the eyes of the whole class gathered. Including Xiao Mingluo, who was immersed in reading the documents, also raised his head, but he didn't see Ling Hanyu and didn't know where he went.

"Early summer." Xiao Mingluo stood up from his position and walked over, his eyes swept over Meng Xiaonan, who obediently walked to Xiao Mingluo's side.

In case Han Qilu remembered her bullying Xiang Mankui, somehow there was Xiao Mingluo who could help stop him.

"Yeah." An Chuxia nodded, and fixed his eyes on Han Qilu who was sitting in the seat.

Han Qilu also looked at her at that time, and when he saw An Chuxia looking this way, he quickly retracted his gaze and flipped up the cartoon on the table.

There is nothing to be afraid of, An Chuxia, your purpose of coming here is not impure! She said to herself secretly, and gathered the courage to walk towards Han Qilu.

"Qilu." This short period of Lu An early summer felt that she had walked for a long time. When she walked in front of Han Qilu, she suddenly relaxed.

This feeling is like the examinee has been nervous before entering the examination room, but when he is waiting to sit down and hand out the paper, his heart is beginning to settle down.

"What's the matter?" Han Qilu didn't look up, continuing to look at the cartoons on the table.

Fortunately, Han Qilu had such a cold attitude when she first met herself before, otherwise this great contrast would really break her!

"Of course there is something going on to come over to find you." An Chuxia gritted her teeth, keeping her usual speaking style.