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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa therefore I fell in love with someone recently!' This is the 20th time Amy No.

"I know, I know, the classmate you met in the language center." Ignoring the eyes that were blinking like cramps, I propped one hand on the table, lazily switching the chapters of the novel on the screen with one hand.

"You don't know, she—"

"Very quiet, kind and shy, with dimples on her face."

"I-"

"Very shy, excited, and nervous, like a high school girl who is at a loss for her first love."

"You---"

Picking up the ballpoint pen beside me and throwing it over, I clicked my tongue. "Don't tell me about your bad proposal again! If you kill me, I won't go to that kind of bloody place with you!"

All of this stems from the fact that my roommate, graduate student Amy, said on a whim that she wanted to learn Chinese to communicate with me, so she went to the language center enthusiastically, and finally signed up for her mother tongue English elementary conversation class. Masquerading as a Yugoslav with bad English.

After hearing the news that day, I gave her a disdainful look, but that guy blushed. "I seem to have fallen in love with a certain girl at first sight."

Tsk, the left and right fingers are still tangled and circled on the chest, thinking that she is a lady of a big family twisting a handkerchief.

"She lightly bumped into my arm and nodded to me with a smile. It felt like an electric shock. As soon as I came back to my senses, I walked into the same classroom as her."

This period of less than five seconds was described by Amy as a pass-by love history. In the past month or so, I have heard her talk about it at least ten times. I suspect that it is the static electricity generated by the sweater. , only Amy's natural stupidity thought that she had been struck by a thousand-year-old thunder.

"You and she are both Asians, so you can understand what she said, sign up with me."

"Don't──" If you want to sign up for some kind of elementary English class, it's better to ask me to silence Amy first.

"I'm responsible for the cleaning this month." Hearing the tragic tone... But it's true, since I lived with Amy, this grandma seems to have never cleaned a small corner of one square centimeter.

"Hmm..." Picking up another ballpoint pen on the table and turning it around, I have to admit that this self-destructive punishment proposed by Amy is quite interesting.

Hearing the sound of gnashing of teeth, even more tragic conditions were proposed. "I'm in charge of the food for this month."

"Okay, deal." Fearing that Amy would repent, she quickly slapped the table to complete the deal.Just kidding, what poor students lack most is money. "We get the money and goods immediately, and there's nothing we can do if we go back on our word, you know?"

When I followed this fake Yugoslav with awkward feet into the language center, this tall man of 180 centimeters actually hid behind me, stretching out a lotus finger tremblingly and pointing forward. "That's the one……"

A blue knitted sweater came into view, with a somewhat thin back, which looked extraordinarily simple in the colorful language center of exotic clothes.

"Hurry up!" The violent woman behind pushed me!

"Anyone just go over there to chat with others!" I growled, and before I could turn around, I heard a whoosh, and Amy's hand made a parabolic move.

"Ah──my pen! Damn Amy, don't you know that pen belongs to Montblanc?" Regardless of the image, he dropped his knees forward and made an ugly gesture that I would never describe as a dog eating shit in my life. It's a pity that Montblanc It still fell to the ground with a clang, why isn't this a Polilong?

Just as I was mourning Montblanc, which was already worth less than the Polilon, with the picture of an onion sitting on the ground and weeping on the msn, a slender hand handed the Polilon... no, it was the Montblanc to me, and there was a burst of natural sound. There was a ringing overhead.

I raised my head and stared at the other person's lips, the next moment my face was burning red, thanks to the 0.5 seconds before I raised my head, I thought about "how are you?" "thank you, let's have a cup of tea together?" and so on. Formula, but after opening the mouth, I can't even make a sound, it's really embarrassing!

I quickly rushed back to Amy with my Montblanc, and instantly stabbed Amy with the weapon in his hand. "Ahhhh—she's Korean, and I don't know Korean!"

The first time we met that day, Amy finished the whole class by rubbing her belly, and then I went home at night and cooked a spicy Mexican meal to close the curtain. As a result, I had a stomachache for three days .

It wasn't just my stomach that was entangled. It was only later that I found out that Amy's real reason for my past was to be a magpie trampled on the magpie bridge.

"Except for Christmas and Easter, our boss will be like Gabriel with a halo above his head. At other times, he is like Satan. He has no blood, no tears, no conscience, squeezes graduate students who have no money, no leisure, and no freedom. Every time after the language class I have to run back to the laboratory and continue to grind my life like a donkey, how can I have time to say hello to my little angel?"

Although I know how Amy's boss has no blood, no tears and no conscience, but at this moment, I sincerely hope that this great instructor will fuck her to death, so that she won't be like a ghost when she comes back at three o'clock in the middle of the night Nagging me when I hug the kitten pillow and drool.

"Are you busy so I'm free?" I grabbed my hands to the side, forgetting that I was lying on the bed now and had no pen to throw away.Concerned about the weight, I picked up the kitten pillow and threw it at Amy's face.

"Ah──" After falling to the ground, Amy pushed aside the pillow and continued to agitate the root of her long tongue. "You just need to stay a little longer after class and deliberately create an opportunity to chat with her for a few minutes. Of course, it would be even better if you could chat a little longer."

I stared at the egg face that was actually pretty. "Amy..."

"doing what?"

"The saliva from the pillow just now got on your face."

"..." Amy walked back to her bed without saying a word. After a while, the baby bear hugged the pillow like a koala bear who found the eucalyptus tree, and kissed my face sneakily, with sticky saliva.

After playing a night of throwing pillows and slobbering, I wiped off the disgusting saliva all over my face, and went to class with two big black eyes.

In fact, I feel a little irritable. It seems that Amy is probably serious this time, so she would rather sacrifice her precious sleep time and toss me so non-stop. As her smartest and wisest friend, I should help her solve this problem.

And that day, I still haven't seen clearly the woman Amy likes.

After making up his mind, he once again embraced the tragic feeling of "I will go to hell if I don't go to hell", and agreed to Amy's nonsensical and practical plan to strike up a conversation.

Fortunately, the language teacher is a handsome guy who looks like Clark Gable. Although it's unknown how long this guy has been on the Oscar list, classic old men never go out of fashion.The forehead lines on the forehead of the language teacher that can kill mosquitoes are showing the charm that young boys will never match.

Just when I was obsessed with the charm of the wrinkles of different shades, the class bell rang boringly, Amy rushed out of the door in a hurry to catch up with the boss's schedule, and the students packed up their things one by one, and I tiptoed like a thief Stuffing the lecture notes that were drawn randomly with horizontal lines and straight lines into the bag, followed the woman Amy liked out of the classroom and into the study room.

Not on the opposite side, not on the left or right, I found a seat diagonally behind to watch her back, lest she find a voyeur with panda eyes within a ten-meter radius.

Simple girl, girl with back view, girl with knitted sweater... This woman, whom I called a Korean girl because I couldn't find an appropriate adjective, was flipping through the contents of today's class and reviewing softly.In this era of intrigue, she has a rare innocence, I looked at the back and guessed what she was doing.student?Not quite.housewife?too young.mistress?impossible.

Just as I was using my imagination to weave a local guava drama, the Korean girl picked up the phone, hung up the phone in less than a minute and started to pack up. I pretended to focus on the blank desktop... I should hurry up and pretend to be a book.When I picked up the book from the backpack, the Korean woman happened to pass by, her eyes met, she smiled at me a little bit shyly, I instantly weathered into the head of the queen of Yehliu, and felt my neck stiff quickly broken.

I really have dimples when I smile!

When I came back to my senses, I found myself smiling as silly as Amy. It turned out that my roommate, dear Amy, fell into such a dimpled love.

This is the feeling of Zaomu being struck by lightning.

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