do not move!This is my daughter-in-law

When the literary and art committee member came to report the list of programs, Ai Qiaozai read it carefully, and sure enough, he found Qin Moru's name on the paper.

It's just that the place where the program should be written later is surrounded by the title of the book, with several big question marks jumping inside.

"Didn't she say what program it was?" Ai Qiao casually picked up a piece of candy from the table and put it in the hand of the art committee member.

"No." The art committee member took the candy and peeled it off with a smile, "They said they wanted to keep it secret."

"This child." Ai Qiao laughed.

"She also said that it's fine to submit the list of programs in this way. Anyway, even if she doesn't go to the preliminaries and semi-finals, the judges will definitely let her pass." The literary and art committee added.

"Ah, I understand, I understand." Ai Qiao nodded and put her thumbs up, "This is the self-confidence of a self-student."

"Comparable to Rejoice." The literary and art committee also gave a thumbs up.

Ai Qiao smiled at her for a long time.

Today is Tuesday, which everyone likes very much. The class in the afternoon is relatively more relaxed. One math class and one self-study class passed as if the wind was blowing.

The math teacher has always been soft and cute, with the appearance of a little white rabbit and the soft voice, which has a sleeping effect, allowing Qin Moru, who has been suffering from insomnia for several consecutive nights, to sleep soundly for the first time.

He even had a dream about Ai Qiao.

Ai Qiao in the dream is different from what she saw in the past. In the dream, she is wearing a pajamas made of real silk, which looks very light and thin, and must be very comfortable to wear.

But this is not the point, the point is that at this moment Ai Qiao is not wearing anything underneath, just gently moving the two red beans on her chest and it will stand out, looming under the cover of the clothes.

"Teacher Ai..." Qin Moru swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and called her softly.

Ai Qiao nodded, and smiled very gently, she walked towards Qin Moru slowly, raised her hands to caress Qin Moru's cheeks.

At that moment, Qin Moru's heart skipped a beat.

"Do you like me or not?" Ai Qiao put her hands around Qin Moru's neck, and asked softly in her ear.

Although it was a dream, this dream was terribly real. Qin Moru could even feel Ai Qiao's breath in her ears, as well as the scent and tempting body temperature on her body.

"I like you." Qin Moru said, holding Ai Qiao tightly in his arms.

"Since you like it, then eat me..." At the end of the dream, Ai Qiao's voice sounded leisurely.

When Qin Moru woke up, no one came to call her, she woke up naturally.

Raising her dazed head and looking up, the math class was still going on, and the blackboard was written with math problems that she had long since disdained to do.

Qin Moru was silent for a while, then lowered his head and grabbed his hair in great annoyance.

"Ah, ah, I really..." Qin Moru said through gritted teeth.

"What's the matter with you?" The deskmate glanced at her, and smiled at her maliciously, "Are you constipated?"

"It's your uncle." Qin Moru scolded him.

"Then you just dreamed something good, and you accidentally woke up and didn't finish the dream, so you feel annoyed." The deskmate thought for a while, and patted the table with his hand very proudly.

Although he was an idiot, his intuition was surprisingly sharp. Qin Moru was stunned, and he pushed his chair back and stood up abruptly.

The deskmate raised her head and stared at her for a few moments, then grinned after a while: "You really are..."

"Shut your mouth." Qin Moru turned around and glared at him with a dark face, then stretched out his hand and gave him a middle finger, "If you don't want to be stuffed into the toilet, then shut up."

"Okay, I'll shut up, let's go, you." The deskmate coughed dryly, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of zipping up his mouth.

Qin Moru clicked his tongue and walked over to the math teacher on the stage.

A second before she opened her mouth to speak, she raised the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, yes." The math teacher nodded and smiled softly at her, "Go, come back early."

Qin Moru hummed, walked to the door and pushed it open.

She usually slips out in the middle of the class. Although every time the excuse is to go to the toilet, most of the teachers know exactly what she is going to do.

It's nothing more than going to the office to find the class teacher to exchange feelings, or going to the playground for a stroll and blowing the air.

It's not surprising that she has done so many times, anyway, she studies well, and no matter how hard she tries, she has never wavered from the first place in the grade.

Just keep one eye open and close one eye.

When Qin Moru walked to the door of the office, she stretched her head and took a peek inside. Ai Qiao was sitting in front of the computer and sorting out the documents. The light and shadow hit her face, creating a very gentle color.

Qin Moru remembered the dream she had again. In the dream, the touch of Ai Qiao's touch on her even stayed on her face, with a little warmth.

Qin Moru's breathing was a little tight, she stared at Ai Qiao for a while, and finally sighed, gritted her teeth and walked forward.

What she needs now is calmness, and by the way, reflect on why she has such a dream.

It was still done in public, and although no one knew about it, she still had the feeling that someone was spying on her secretly, so that she would quickly dodge when she met someone who met her eyes in the corridor.

Maybe that person can read minds, it would be bad for him to see the messy things in his mind.

After struggling all the way, Qin Moru finally came to the playground, found a random step and sat down. She took out a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth.

There were a few boys standing not far away, all of them looked nervous, with their hands hanging straight down, standing in place in a military posture.

"Are you confident?!" A man on the opposite side was lecturing.

"Yes!" Several boys answered in unison.

"Are you brave men?!" the man asked again.

"Yes!" The answer was still loud, and Qin Moru could still hear it clearly from such a long distance.

Qin Moru was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, even accidentally dropped the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

What's this?A bunch of secondary illnesses.

Who is the leader of this gang of secondary diseases?Guo Zhuang.

Qin Moru whistled, crushed the cigarette butt under his feet, and walked slowly towards Guo Zhuang's direction.

"Boss! Boss!" Someone noticed Qin Moru's approach, and gave Guo Zhuang a wink.

"Damn it, focus!" Guo Zhuang didn't understand what he meant, but when he was in a meeting in the team, his soul wandered away again, and he couldn't help but get angry, holding the paper stick rolled out of the paper in his hand and exerting force Give him a look.

"Okay, okay." The man sighed, lowered his head and stopped paying attention to Qin Moru's movements.

"I'm telling you, tonight you have to cheer me up 120 times, and you must catch the ghost!" Guo Zhuang roared loudly.

"Ghost?" Qin Moru lowered his voice, and stretched out one hand to strangle Guo Zhuang's neck, "Isn't the ghost right behind you?"

"Hiss." Guo Zhuang was obviously taken aback, his whole body shook violently, and goosebumps popped out of his neck one by one.

"You still want to catch ghosts just because you are so cowardly~" Qin Moru let go of his neck, stepped back a few steps and stood there, looking at him playfully, "Don't talk about ghosts, a cat came out in the middle of the night If you call, you can immediately go to see the King of Hades."

"Fuck you!" Guo Zhuang turned his head and yelled at her.

"Don't bring my mother along for cursing." Before Guo Zhuang finished his sentence, Qin Moru's face darkened instantly, she grabbed Guo Zhuang's hair and met his eyes, "I will warn you one last time. "

Qin Moru's eyes looked very serious, even with a trace of undisguised murderous intent, which made Guo Zhuang feel a chill in his heart.

"..." Guo Zhuang was stunned for a moment, he broke away from Qin Moru's hand in a bit of embarrassment, coughed dryly and said, "It's okay, I know."

Qin Moru snorted coldly, and withdrew his hand: "What's the matter with the ghost you just mentioned?"

"A new rumor spread recently." Guo Zhuang opened his mouth very reluctantly, rattling the paper stick in his hand, "It is said that there are ghosts in the abandoned factory in our area."

"There is a ghost?" Qin Moru smiled, "How is it possible, you also believe such rumors."

"It's true." One of the younger brothers below hurriedly said, "Only those in the big night can hear opera singing. It's like crying, and you can hear it when it gets dark."

"Shut up!" Guo Zhuang felt a little annoyed that others had taken his right to speak, so he took a paper stick and slapped him on the head vigorously, "I'll tell you the rest!"

"Please start your performance." Qin Moru stretched out his hand.

Guo Zhuang rolled his eyes at her, cleared his throat and said again: "It's not just that some people heard the opera, it's even more mysterious these two days, just the bunch of stray dogs and stray cats running on the street before are not particularly many, these two days A whole lot less, and guess why."

"The ghost ate?" Qin Moru asked.

"Ah!" Guo Zhuang nodded.

"Where did you hear that?" Qin Moru shook his head with a smile, turned around and waved to him, "Forget it, forget it, I'm going back."

"Hey!" Guo Zhuang called her from behind.

"Why?" Qin Moru asked.

"Are you going together at night?" Guo Zhuang sent out the invitation coyly.

"No." Qin Moru refused him righteously.

"Why?!" Guo Zhuang shouted loudly behind her.

"Because I'm cowardly." Qin Moru shrugged, smiled and walked towards the teaching building.