Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Hey--" An Chuxia glared at Han Qilu angrily, couldn't this guy speak without beating a little bit? !

"Okay, don't get angry anymore." Han Qilu said, he actually stamped a soft kiss on her lips directly on tiptoe.

She was just like that... she was kissed again suddenly.

Wait, why use... "again"?

"Han Qilu!" An Chuxia almost jumped.

"Here! What's the matter?" Han Qilu smiled shamelessly, and then stood up: "It's going to be done, the class bell has already rang, otherwise... I will carry you back?"

"Carry your head, I'm leaving!" An Chuxia ran out of the infirmary with the ointment, his face flushed.

What...I was forced to kiss, why did you run away? An Chuxia looked down on herself!

After returning to the classroom, An Chuxia explained why she was allowed to enter the classroom by the history teacher when she was late. She found that the most recent teacher seemed to be strict with her.

Compared with An Chuxia rushing back to the classroom, Han Qilu walked slowly back to the classroom like a walk, and walked directly through the back door.

"Student Han Qilu!" The English teacher on the podium said with a sigh of relief: "Will you just enter the classroom without shouting when you are late?"

The students who were doing their own things stopped what they were doing and looked at the teacher on the podium with wide eyes.

This is the first time the teacher dared to train Han Qilu publicly! Could it be that this English teacher's menstrual period has arrived today? But I have never heard that men have menstrual periods...

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the development of the situation.

Normally, if Young Master Han made a mistake, the teacher would educate him in private. The way of education is also extremely tactful. It is unprecedented to point out Han Qilu's mistakes directly like this.

Han Qilu's eyes tightened, and a faint surprise spread in his expression.

"Oh?" A few seconds later, Han Qilu raised his sword eyebrows slightly, looked at the teacher on the podium with a trace of joking, and said disdainfully: "Sorry, no one ever told me to report to me before entering the classroom."

Although Han Qilu had a smile on his face, there was no warmth in his words.

He was very curious about how suddenly the seemingly deflated English teacher dared to teach him in front of so many people. Although this is not a lesson, it is enough to prove that something is starting to go wrong.

The look of surprise was gradually replaced by solemnity.

Although Han Qilu is cynical, it doesn't mean that he can only mess around all day. Compared with Han Liuhai, his city mansion, if he wants to, might be better than blue...

"No one has ever told you to call a report when you are late for entering the classroom, so I, as your teacher, remind you." The English teacher grabbed the blackboard eraser in his hand, his face was a strong metaphor. It seems that he has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Very good." Han Qilu's eyes showed approval, but his eyes were cold.

When the voice fell, Han Qilu took a few steps back and returned to the back door. Under the eyes of everyone, his lips twitched, the perfect arc was enough to make the girls fall.

"report."

Han Qilu almost gritted his teeth and said these two words, but his face had the same smile from beginning to end.

Anyone who knows him knows that he is already on the verge of an explosion.

Smart people know that this time should be converged, but today for some unknown reason, the English teacher unexpectedly threw the blackboard eraser in his hand "PIA". The dust leaped in the air, and the students at the first few tables stretched out their hands to cover their mouths and noses to prevent the dust from entering.

Han Qilu frowned, and then, the English teacher's words came into his ears: "Who told you to call the report at the back door? You stand up outside the classroom and listen to the class!"

At this time, the sleepy Ling Hanyu finally woke up, while Xiao Mingluo had been awake all the time. He noticed with sharp eyes that crystal beads of sweat slipped down the temples of the English teacher.

Is that cold sweat?

Obviously scared, why dare to do this?

"Oh my God... he actually dared to ask Master Qilu to stand outside. Does he want to resign?"

"I must be dreaming, I must be!"

Whispers around him sounded, and Han Qilu's patience was finally polished!

"Boom! Boom!"

The empty table by the door was kicked over by Han Qilu and fell to the ground gorgeously.

From the current point of view, it is clear that the English teacher is deliberately making trouble with him. Han Qilu had always been the one who couldn't live with others. Today, someone other than An Chuxia finally dared to be unable to live with him!

Han Qilu raised his right index finger and pointed fiercely at the English on the podium. The joints were green: "You, enough, kind!"

After speaking, Han Qilu quickly turned and walked out.

Of course, he didn't go outside to listen to the class, but just left here and walked to the music classroom. There, it belonged to him, Ling Hanyu, and Xiao Mingluo's private base. The school has built a small concert hall, and the music classrooms have naturally been left unused.

"Let's go too?" Ling Hanyu asked Xiao Mingluo lazily.

Xiao Mingluo shook his head and said in a low voice: "At this time, let Qilu calm down alone. If you want to be a punching bag, I will definitely not stop."

Hearing, Ling Hanyu shrugged and stopped mentioning the matter of chasing out.

"Quiet! Class is noisy, what does it look like?!" The English teacher once again picked up the blackboard eraser that was thrown aside and threw it on the table. The students in the front rows had to cover their mouths desperately.

The feeling of chalk dust entering the nose is not so pleasant.

Xiao Mingluo's observations have always been meticulous, and this time is no exception. While other classmates were pretending to be attending class while whispering to discuss the matter just now, Xiao Mingluo was observing the English teacher who was writing on the blackboard.

When he wrote the English letter "g", his little tail was more twisted than before, and his hand holding the chalk seemed to tremble uncontrollably.

Xiao Mingluo gritted his teeth and his eyes became serious.

Wind and rain are coming, wind is all over the building...

The get out of class bell rang in solemnity, but the get out of class bell did not instantly excite the students. It was not until the English teacher walked out of the classroom that everyone dared to discuss the matter just now.

After all, the English teacher behaves so strangely, and talking nonsense is easy to catch fire.

"Let's go." Xiao Mingluo stood up and put the phone in his pocket.

After what happened just now, Ling Hanyu, who had always loved to sleep, was no longer sleepy. Han Qilu can calm down a bit for the cooling time of a class, right?

Thinking about this, Ling Hanyu nodded and walked out of the classroom behind Xiao Mingluo.