minister under clothes

There are traces of fingerprints printed on the screen of the mobile phone, which makes people feel depressed under the bright sun.

Yan Tou wiped it slowly, and there was an imperceptible anger between the delicate brows.

He had already heard the bell for class, but he insisted on walking in the opposite direction from the classroom.

——The news of his parents' decision to divorce obviously made this too comfortable and proud teenager flustered so that his mind went blank and he was caught off guard.

Yan Tou didn't know where he was supposed to go, and after wandering around absent-mindedly for a while, the corridors of the school had become very quiet.

However, amidst the silence, there was a faint singing voice echoing indistinctly.

He put his mobile phone in his school uniform pocket, followed it for a while, only to find that it was not an ordinary singing voice, but a Chinese opera that was very strange to this guy who had traveled all over the world since he was a child.

It turned out that several teachers were sitting in the front row of the small auditorium for the exam.

The girl who was performing was thin and tall, her elegant figure revealed classical grace in the light green costume.

Yan Tou leaned against the back door curiously, and simply listened to the art that he didn't understand at all.

Persuade the king to drink and listen to Yu's songs, so as to relieve the king's depression and dance with his mother-in-law.

Ying Qin has no way to break the country, and the heroes fight from all directions.

Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don’t lie to me, the moment of success or failure...

It was only by virtue of her intelligence that she guessed that this was "Farewell My Concubine". Yiyi's vocals reminded Yan Tou of Leslie Cheung in the movie.

The little stage without any decoration seems to be brought back thousands of years ago by the girl, as if that story happened to her, the pain and love are slowly expressed through her flawless voice, so good.

Yan Tou's curiosity turned into a trance, and his bright eyes were also a little dazed.

After he regained his composure, several people on and off the stage were already preparing to leave.

At this moment, Yan Tou's cell phone rang untimely, it was a text message from a friend at the same table: "Where have you been, I just fudged you when the head teacher came to look for you, hurry back."

The teachers and students in the small auditorium were all aware of Yan Tou's existence, and their eyes were all different.

——His excellence and handsomeness unique to mixed-race people are very famous in Yali Middle School.

The girl who just sang Yu Ji also glanced at her, but her gaze was very indifferent, like glancing at rows of lifeless tables and chairs, and disappeared behind the curtain with her in an instant.

Yan Tou tilted her head and snorted, and then hurried away.

This episode was not quickly forgotten.

The playful Yan Tou went to the small auditorium for a few times after that, but unfortunately he never met that girl again. In addition, he still had a new feeling for his new girlfriend, so he only had all kinds of things that he couldn't afford and couldn't let go of. miss.

"Collect the list of votes for class cadres this semester. Because the study time is tight, I won't hold a separate class meeting to discuss it. I will make a decision based on the specific situation."

Yan Tou, who has been the class monitor for a year, readily agreed, with a serious and upright face, hiding the endless vigilance very well.

The students had already handed in more than half of their votes, and they must continue to nominate him, but in line with the principle of "doing what the elders asked for beautifully", he still got up and laughed and collected the remaining few that slipped through the net.

Going around the classroom, Yan Tou finally came to the transfer student and asked with a smile, "Student Lu, did you fill out the recommendation list for class cadres last week?"

This boy named Lu Qingyi has been in the class for many days, but he can't say more than ten sentences, and his grades are terrible. He always doesn't know what to ask when he is asked in class, and he just hides in the corner and reads magazines almost from morning till night.

How unlikable, it is said that the classmates who lived in the same dormitory with him even deliberately locked him in the corridor at night to prevent him from entering the room.

For this reason, the homeroom teacher specially arranged this guy to be in the same room with the most popular Yan Tou, which caused Yan Tou, who had left his good buddy, to be a little depressed.

"Oh..." It really was a half-dead voice again.

Lu Qingyi rummaged through the pile of books, found the voting envelope, scribbled on it twice, packed it and threw it to him, then bowed his head and remained silent.

Yan Tuo, who has always been favored by the stars, was a little upset, but still said with a smile: "For everyone, you have to take this matter seriously..."

"It's so noisy." Lu Qingyi suddenly closed the magazine, got up and pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and walked past him and walked out of the classroom indifferently.

Yan Tou still had a charming smile on his face, but the little fireball in his heart had exploded irreparably.

"Don't talk to him, crazy." A passing classmate put his arms around the monitor's shoulders.

Yan Tou curled the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

—He was upset, and something very tragic happened to everyone who upset him.

The electronic reading room at noon was dead silent.

Nowadays, almost all students have their own notebooks, especially during the time when they are having fun, and they will not come here to study online.

So Yan Tou, who rarely appeared, easily found Lu Qingyi who was in the corner of the room, and couldn't help cursing: Why does this wretch like corners so much?

But his expression couldn't be unfriendly and perfect: "What a coincidence, you're here too. It's your turn to talk about the famous PPT in Chinese class this afternoon. Remember? Give it to me quickly."

Lu Qingyi nodded silently, obviously tired of coping with this sudden task.

Yan Tou, who deliberately arranged the order of speeches to him, smiled sullenly, found a computer nearby and sat down, and ran out to buy two cups of coffee after a while, and handed them to him as a gesture of goodwill: "Which book did you choose? "

Lu Qingyi didn't answer, just said: "On the Road."

"I also like this book. Kerouac is one of my favorite writers. Have you read Howl?" Yan Tou put the coffee in his hand and peeked at the picture he was making.

Lu Qingyi didn't say a word anymore, his slightly long hair covered most of his face, and he was very withdrawn.

Yan Tou sat back in his seat helplessly, blinked his beautiful eyes, and silently wreaked havoc.

There is nothing more embarrassing in the world than watching someone who doesn't like talking speak a lot in public.

It is a pity that Yan Tou, who attended the Chinese class with the mood of watching the excitement, did not see the nervousness of the transfer students.

On the contrary, Lu Qingyi's explanation was very calm, even logical, not as ignorant and clumsy as other subjects.

Yan Tou almost listened to the content of the book, but he knew better than anyone what would happen in a while, so he couldn't help showing some strange expectations in his expression.

As expected, when Lu Qingyi quickly showed the covers of other famous "Beat Generation" books, what appeared on the huge projector were stills of several action actresses from the island country.

He stopped pressing the mouse, and his whole body was covered by the podium.

The students who were also confused came to their senses beforehand. The boys yelled and whistled for fear of chaos, and the girls also silently covered their smiles and exchanged glances. Then the teacher's anger and Lu Qingyi's stuttering finally made Yan see through Digested the unhappiness he had accumulated for several days.

"Stop making trouble, it must be a misunderstanding."

As the class monitor, of course he has to take responsibility. The culprit walked to the front and closed the PPT, politely said: "Mr. Wang, please give the lecture first, don't delay your progress."

The strange thing is that the flushed Lu Qingyi didn't doubt him, didn't even look at him, just like a silent cat, he pulled out his USB flash drive and ran out of the classroom immediately.

The teacher who taught Chinese was an old-timer, and after being so spoofed, he rushed to the head teacher to complain as soon as the get out of class bell rang.

Please parents, being scolded, being treated as a joke by the whole grade... Of course, these follow-up plots must be watched with their own eyes, so during the self-study class, he thought of some trifles to report, so he couldn't wait to enter the office.

Of course, Lu Qingyi was accompanied by his embarrassing relatives.

But it was not a middle-aged man or woman, but a serious grandpa. His gray hair and deep wrinkles revealed his aging age.

Lu Qingyi lowered his head and muttered something, which made the grandfather lose his temper immediately: "You are really getting more and more outrageous, kid! Reach out!"

Then he nimbly grabbed the wooden ruler on the head teacher's desk, and beat him hard.

The genuine sound and Lu Qingyi's instantly red and swollen palms made him startled. How could he, who was regarded as a treasure by the whole family, have seen this kind of domestic violence?

Helplessly, the old man was very tough, and he pushed them away unceremoniously and continued to yell at his grandson.

Lu Qingyi kept his head down all the time, without any excuses, he just frowned unconsciously.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, who will believe it if it doesn't hurt.

Yan Tou's joy disappeared in an instant, he was just a kid who wanted to play a prank after all.