I will be a master in the future

Mo Wen faintly felt that someone put himself in warm water, it should be a bathtub.

After moving around in the water, Mo Wen began to take off his pants slowly, even though he was drunk, he knew he had to take a shower naked.

Warner, who was busy at the same time, was really sweating profusely. He also had to bathe the other party and prevent the other party from suddenly taking off his pants.

Now he just saturates his eyes with his hand addiction, and looks and touches all at once, afraid that he won't be able to bear it.

Warner managed to wash away the beer smell from Mo Wen's body, took a towel and held Mo Wen resignedly to dry him.

Mo Wen just made a fuss for a while, then quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After Warner changed Mo Wen into pajamas and put them on the bed, he slowly sat down beside the bed, observing Mo Wen's sleeping face through the dim light of the bedside lamp.

After he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were curled up, and his expression was peaceful, which was in obvious contrast with his ruthless appearance during the day.

"I just hesitated for a small step, but you pushed me a big step away." Touching Mo Wen's soft and smooth long hair, Warner's expression was slightly gloomy. Now he doesn't look like he is bound to win during the day .

"I like you more and more, when will you like me like I like you." Warner whispered.

It was the first time for him to love someone with such fiery emotion. When he was in the swimming pool, rather than giving Mo Wen a towel, he actually wanted to press the other person on the edge and use his own powerful strength to do whatever he wanted. of all things.

"I know you definitely don't want to." Warner sighed towards the head of the bed: "I have nothing but my identity, I don't know how to talk about love, and I am not likable. Not on your face."

"But thank you for giving me this chance." Warner smiled lightly in the shadows: "If you lose this time, you are not allowed to renege, otherwise, I am really afraid of hurting you."

Warner lowered his head slowly, licked Mo Wen's lips with the tip of his tongue, and tentatively stretched it in.

There was no smell of beer in Mo Wen's mouth. It smelled like he had eaten the petals of some kind of plant. Warner licked almost everywhere.

Finally, he lightly touched Mo Wen's with the tip of his tongue, and after seeing that there was no obvious reaction from the other party, he gently rolled and licked it.

After a long time, Warner left slowly, kissed the bright cinnabar mole on Mo Wen's forehead, and then said in a low voice, "You are so defenseless, and you are so weak, as if you can grab it with one hand." After a pause, the voice continued Sounded: "I really want to eat you."

Warner stood up and touched Mo Wen's cheek. After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he turned and left without looking back.

The car lights in the yard came on, and after a while, the sound of the door being opened also sounded, but within 5 minutes, it fell into calm again, returning to the way it was before.

Lambert was playing with the light brain on the bed, and looked at the window suspiciously when he heard the noise, but he was a step too slow after all, and only saw a bunch of taillights drifting away.

"Warner's car?" Lambert carefully recalled the shape of the car's butt, and muttered as he walked towards the bed, "Where are you going so late, what can't be done during the day?"

The night passed quickly.

Mo Wen, who was drunk, was called up by Pearl again. Mo Wen looked at Pearl in a daze, and the face of the other party was obviously not much better than him, and he probably also had a headache.

"Mo, hurry up and go, you forgot the old man in the elite class? He must be holding on tight now, we can't be caught." Seeing Mo Wen's unhurried movements, Pearl hurriedly said urged.

Mo Wen's hands trembled at the mention of the mentor, and he quickly got dressed and got into the car with Pearl and left.

Of course, Dick and Lambert were not in the car. The two of them asked the driver to drive over to pick them up early in the morning.

As soon as they entered the gate of Illinois College, as expected, Mo Wen and Pearl were late.It was quiet all the way, no one was there except the guard.

Quietly came to the back door of the classroom, only to see the instructor's saliva flying on the podium, and I was very excited.

"It's now." Pearl quietly reminded, bent down and got into the classroom, found a corner and sat down.

Mo Wen followed suit and walked squatting, but his clothes were a drag, and he was about to sit on the bench, and his clothes got caught, causing the bench to draw a long movement on the ground.

"..."

The audience fell into silence, and the tutor stopped speaking. He walked down the stage and came to Mo Wen's side and asked kindly, "Student, are you dissatisfied with me?"

Mo Wen's throat moved, and he slowly shook his head.

The instructor continued to ask, "Then why does the bench make such an indecent sound on the floor?"

Mo Wen calmly smiled apologetically at the instructor in front of him, and admitted his mistake: "Sorry teacher, I was careless, I won't do it next time."

The instructor didn't see that Mo Wen came in halfway, it doesn't mean that other people can't find out either.In particular, Mo Wen was still a fresh face, and as soon as he thought about it, he knew it was the one who had never attended a class.

The surroundings were suddenly filled with the laughter of many people, some of them simply laughed and some laughed, but the old man couldn't understand the point of this group of people's laughter.

The old man with a stern face turned around and shouted at the crowd, "Why are you laughing! Can you recognize ancient objects? Ah? Who can tell me what is that in the picture?"

Of course, the surroundings quickly quieted down, and the high-achieving students will be scared to pee by this face-changing, okay?

The old man felt a little unsatisfied after he had finished sending out the evil fire, so he squinted his eyes and looked around the classroom, preparing to call some unlucky ghosts to come out to answer questions.

"stand up!"

The instructor named the one who laughed the loudest just now, pointed to the screen and asked, "What is this?"

The student who was called looked at it tremblingly, and replied: "TV." After speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he was too happy. The old man just wanted to find a reason to get angry. How could he let him pass so easily.

Looking at the standing students, the instructor snorted coldly, zoomed in on the picture, pointed to a button on the TV and continued to ask, "What is this place for?"

"This..." The student who was called was stuck, and didn't answer for a long time, his forehead was sweating from fright.

"You, stand up and help him answer."

The instructor called out to the person sitting next to the student.

The unlucky ghost's deskmate also stood up tremblingly, looked at the picture carefully, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tentatively replied, "It's the TV switch."

The old man had no expression on his face, neither said right nor wrong, and called the same table at the same table to answer the same question.

How could these students understand it so carefully? When the second person said the TV switch, the third also said the TV switch. Anyway, if they make mistakes together, it is not so terrible to be punished.

The storm came so quickly that the instructor exploded by the time the third classmate had finished answering the questions.

I saw the old man holding a book in his hand, using this book to quickly tap the heads of the three students, and cursed: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, can you read? Can you read? Can you?" Read it? They're all a bunch of idiots! Laugh, laugh, and laugh."

When he cursed, he knocked on someone's head, which was also funny. What he shouted were all questions answered by the students sitting in the same row. When knocking, all three people could knock with just a slight movement of their arms, just like a monk. It's like knocking on a wooden fish.

The others around wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so they just held back.

The old man was almost done, and finally let the three people go mercifully, and began to look at other targets.

Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the instructor. When it was Mo Wen's turn, Mo Wen was the kind who bowed his head halfway, which was very conspicuous, so he was pointed out.

Mo Wen had no choice but to stand up, and the people around him were praying that Mo Wen must answer correctly, otherwise the tragedy of the three people in the last round would be repeated soon.

"You, tell me what this is for?" The instructor still pointed to the same button.

Mo Wen looked up and replied, "Menu settings."

The instructor looked at Mo Wen with an unhappy expression, changed another button and asked, "This."

"Turn down the volume."

"what about this?"

"Turn up the volume."

"Tell me what it is."

"Television switch."

The interval between the question and the answer was very close, and the speed was so fast that the whole class looked sideways at it.

Talent.

The heads of those who laughed at Mo Wen just now were even lower. If this is ignorance, then isn't he illiterate?

The old man let out a soft 'huh', looked at Mo Wen carefully, and finally used his nirvana: "What brand is the TV?"

"..."

"Hisense." Mo Wen was weak.

This can't help him!The instructor rolled his eyes, glanced at Mo Wen, then looked at the picture on the screen, and asked, "Is this an LCD TV or a plasma TV?"

Let me wipe, isn't this leading people into the ditch?

After Mo Wen repeatedly confirmed that the TV on the picture had a big back, no matter how he looked at the old man in front of him, he felt that the other party had hidden the sinister deep in his heart.

"Neither one, it's an ordinary big-headed color TV."

As Mo Wen said the correct answer, the tutor fell into the distress of what question to ask, and couldn't figure it out for a while. Finally, the tutor relaxed and praised the whole class. Mo asked: "Did you see?" , This is a role model! You have been dawdling here all day, what will you do when the classic game is here? Look at her, she is so smart that she doesn’t talk, and she still listens carefully to the class every day.”

Speaking of this, the tutor deliberately raised his head to look at Mo Wen.

This glance was quickly swept away, but the instructor turned his head back abruptly, stared at Mo Wen suspiciously and said, "No, this classmate, it seems that I saw you for the first time today!"

"..."

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