On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

On Sunday evening, the secretary of the party committee asked the students of the three classes to gather in classroom 12 of Teaching No. 201.

Teaching Twelve is a stepped classroom. There is a girl standing by the podium, and a lot of materials are placed on the desks in the first row.

Dongyu and Xu Wenguan came earlier, and there were not many people in the classroom. The girl asked, "What class do you belong to?"

Xu Wenguan said: "Senior sister, our class [-]."

The girl pointed to the seat in the middle: "Class [-] sits in the middle."

Dong Yu and the two sat in the first row, and when they saw the paper on the table, they picked it up.

is a table.

"Boom-"

The people in the back row suddenly kicked the back of Dongyu's chair.

Because the back of the seat in the lecture theater was empty, the kick almost landed on the winter clothes.

Dong Yu frowned, his eyes sullen.

"Show me." There was a boy in the back row with a familiar voice.

Dong Yu thought about it, isn't this the provincial champion invited by the student union?

"Show me." The champion repeated.

Dong Yu suppressed the corners of his mouth, turned around and wiped the dirt he kicked, but ignored him.

Xu Wenguan lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "Hey, He Ying is calling you."

"I'm not deaf."

"Then why are you ignoring him?"

Dong Yu looked at Xu Wenguan and said, "Why should I talk to him?"

"Are you deaf? I'll let you show it to me." He Ying raised her voice and attracted everyone's attention.

Holding the materials in one hand, Song Xueman, who was passing by the door of the classroom, paused, raised his eyes, and looked for the sound.

Dong Yu turned around and asked seriously, "Am I your father?"

He Ying is handsome and has a good face, but when she looks at people with contempt in her eyes, she looks very mean.

He Ying was taken aback by his question, and his face turned cold: "No."

"I'm not your father, why should you get it for me? Or, you call me?"

Dong Yu is a little thorn, and there is no saying that he neither fights back nor fights back when he is bullied.

He Ying's face turned red, and she became angry from embarrassment: "We are all classmates, what's the matter with helping me?"

Dong Yu asked back: "What if I don't help you?"

Turning around, Xu Wenguan chuckled and said, "He Ying must have never been angry like this."

After letting out a bad breath, Dong Yu finally looked a little better.

He said: "I'm not his father, so I have no reason to spoil him."

"Student, can you help me get a piece of information?" A girl sitting on the leftmost seat in the back row said to Dong Yu with a smile.

Dong Yu took a sheet from the table in front of her and handed it to her, but the distance between the two of them was too far for the girl to reach. Just as Dong Yu was about to stand up, she stretched out a hand in front of her, took the file, and handed it to the girl hand.

The girl took the information and said to the two, "Thank you."

"Brother Song, are you done?" Xu Wenguan shouted when he saw someone coming.

Dong Yu raised his head and stared at him. Song Xue sat on his left with a smile in his eyes.

"Yes." Song Xueman responded.

Dong Yu said: "The seat of the thirteenth class is next to it."

After Song Xueman sat down, she arranged the documents on the table and asked Dongyu, "Unhappy?"

Dong Yu pursed his lower lip, but didn't answer.

Song Xueman looked behind him. Dongyu was wearing a white shirt, and there was a clear footprint on his back, which should not be wiped off.

Song Xueman glanced thoughtfully at He Ying in the back row, with a half-smile at the corner of her mouth.

He Ying met his gaze and frowned suddenly.

Song Xueman looked away lightly, and comforted him: "Don't be angry, I'll wash it for you tonight."

Dong Yu muffled: "No need."

"You're welcome, you don't like doing laundry."

People from the three classes came one after another.

The second child and the fourth child are in the same class as Song Xueman, and the third child doesn't seem to be in Jiang Shi's class.

Jiang Shi really did what Xu Wenguan said. He was under 30 years old and had a serious expression.

Most of the freshmen were curious about the university, so they chattered lowly. Jiang Shi knocked on the desk twice with a cold face: "Quiet! Do you still think you are a high school student or a minor? Entering a university is equivalent to entering a university." Society, no one will spoil you here."

The huge classroom instantly became silent.

"Do you often hear people say that you will be liberated when you go to college? It's all a lie. Get rid of all the habits you brought in high school."

"have you understood?"

Everyone said in unison: "I understand."

Jiang Shi seemed to be in a bad mood, and said with a sneer, "It's only when you understand."

Everyone: "..."

Jiang Shidao: "There are not many troublesome things. Let you come over tonight to sign in. By the way, a squad leader and three deputy squad leaders will be elected. The squad leader is responsible for the affairs of the three classes, and the three deputy squad leaders are responsible for assisting the squad leader and handling small matters."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head towards Song Xueman in the front row: "Song Xueman, you organize it."

Before Song Xueman stood up, she lightly tapped the back of Dongyu's hand twice with her fingers.

Dong Yu looked at him inexplicably, the place he touched was a little itchy.

Song Xueman walked onto the stage unhurriedly, and first introduced herself to everyone: "Hi everyone, my name is Song Xueman."

"Fuck?!"

"So handsome!"

The exclamations of the girls came from the class one after another. Jiang Shi rolled his eyes and said coldly, "Why are you excited? Don't you know that handsome guys generally don't like girls?"

Song Xueman smiled calmly, without denying it, her eyes lightly brushed Dong Yu's face.

"Okay, no kidding." Song Xueman put away his joking thoughts, "Starting with the deputy squad leader, class [-] will come first."

A few students came up from Class [-]. Everyone talked about their hearts, and finally voted for a boy who was not tall but looked very simple and honest.

Then when it was Class [-]'s turn, Dong Yu glanced back, but He Ying didn't move, presumably planning to compete for the position of class leader.

The girl on the far right in the second row walked up.

She introduced herself generously: "Hi everyone, my name is Zhong Rong. Because my family is not rich and I often do odd jobs, I have learned a lot of skills. I am good at communicating with people and have a strong sense of responsibility. I hope everyone will vote for me. I will Try to help the monitor and help the classmates."

As a result, almost everyone voted for Zhong Rong when the other two were not even clear about their self-introduction.

Dong Yu also voted for her.

The thirteenth class did not have any accidents, and the deputy squad leader fell on the head of the fourth child.

"The three deputy monitors have been confirmed, and the next is the monitor. Students who want to run for election can come to the first row and introduce themselves."

Dong Yu always kept an eye on the movement behind him, and as expected, He Ying got up and walked to the first row.

However, everyone else tacitly remained silent.

As a result, He Ying was the only one who ran for monitor.

Dong Yu's face drooped suddenly, he doesn't like He Ying very much now, so he is very reluctant to let him become the monitor.

Dong Yu pushed Xu Wenguan and said, "Go, I will vote for you."

Xu Wenguan shook his head hastily: "Am I crazy? It's embarrassing for me to go up."

Dong Yu glared at him: "Aren't you popular? What are you afraid of?"

Xu Wenguan said, "No, I won't go."

Song Xueman smiled and said, "Is there only one classmate? Then ask this classmate to introduce himself first."

He Ying didn't look good towards Song Xueman either.

Xu Wenguan pouted: "What is he proud of in front of Brother Song?"

"Hello everyone, my name is He Ying. I want to run for the position of class monitor. I will try my best to help every student. If there is no other candidate, I don't need to vote." He Ying said.

Song Xueman smiled, and said slowly: "I didn't intend to run for the position of monitor, but it seems too lonely to let my classmates stand alone."

After finishing speaking, he turned to the crowd and said, "Hi students, I'm Song Xueman. I've introduced myself just now, so I won't say much now. Remember to vote for this classmate when you vote."

He Ying's face turns green and white.

If he becomes the squad leader, others will say that Song Xueman gave it to him;

If he hadn't become the squad leader, others would say that Song Xueman just participated in it for a symbolic moment, and in the end he would be compared to himself.

No matter what the result is, I can't please myself.

The author has something to say: Yuyu, please be happy, Brother Song will help you vent your anger.

The next chapter will be in v ([-] chapters will be posted in the early morning of Friday), and I also ask for a pre-acquisition for the pre-accepted article "Coveted by Believers [Transmigration Book]"

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After his death, he became the most revered god in the book

Eating and waiting to die for tens of thousands of years, the most common thing to do is to listen to the prayers of ordinary people. There are all sorts of miscellaneous things in every family, and the most interesting one is a teenager

The young man knelt before the statue piously, and said firmly in his heart: "I will have you. In the near future, I will have you."

"I will subvert your authority and become a man above you."

"You can try to stop me, but the result will never change, you will be mine."

"As long as I can get you, I will not hesitate to smash my body to pieces."

"A joke." The god smiled coldly, and sent down several thunderbolts in an attempt to knock the boy out of his wits.

The young man crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, rushed into his side with a bloody storm, and drew a beautiful daffodil for him with his blood-stained hands:

"Look, this daffodil can only bloom in front of me forever."

Just like you, you can only be my god forever.

Since then, this daffodil has become the shackles of the gods

A mortal who strives to crush the gods and succeeds vs a salted fish god

Strong, not a good person

are mean and shameless

do anything