break your waist

In class today, our dearest teacher Ji walked into the classroom with a ridiculously handsome man.

Everyone cast curious eyes.

The man was wearing a suit, let's call him "the man in the suit" for now.

After reluctantly watching the "men in suits" go to the last row and sit down, Teacher Ji began to give lectures absent-mindedly.

During the class, the "men in suits" always stared at our teacher Ji affectionately.

If Mr. Ji feels something, he can't help but look back at the "man in suit" after he finishes explaining a knowledge point.

Seeing the indescribable little sparks in their eyes, my clever little head turned around and suddenly realized that "men in suits" must be our teacher Ji's "old attack".

As I was thinking this way, I suddenly heard the "man in a suit" who was a distance away from the aisle suddenly cough violently.

When I turned around, I was taken aback. He coughed up a lot of blood, which was all over the table—more blood than when our family slaughtered pigs when we were young.

Teacher Ji reacted faster than everyone else. He dropped the textbook in his hand and stumbled to the last row.

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Teacher Ji's eyes were red from crying, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Teacher Ji anxiously supported the "man in a suit" and walked towards the back door.

Unexpectedly, the moment he stepped out of the door, the "man in the suit" fell off Mr. Ji's arms and fell heavily on the ground.

At this time, a group of our students also rushed up, but the "suit man" had completely died...

Although I don't know him, I really think he is very handsome. It's a pity that he died.

Teacher Ji cried heartbreakingly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", it's very pitiful."

The students in our class didn't seem to be very good at comforting others, and everyone asked Mr. Ji to "sorrow and change".

One of them whispered "Amitabha".

Teacher Ji turned around and gave us a blank look. His "Old Gong" was dead, and he was still in the mood to call us "little bastards".

After scolding, he cried even more sadly...

When Li Xingyan wrote this, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression coming from his left side, as if a heavy gaze was staring at him.

There was a "thump" in his heart, and he felt bad.

Li Xingyan quickly put down his pen, and was about to put the piece of paper into his bag.

But in the next second, the paper under his hands was taken away with a "swish".

Li Xingyan turned around with a face full of astonishment, watching the "man in a suit whom he wrote to death" holding up his "Fanrenwen" with great interest to read carefully.

What made Li Xingyan even more headache was that Feng Rui, who was sitting next to the man, turned his head slightly at this time, staring at the content on the paper.

As his eyes gradually moved down, Feng Rui's face became more and more ugly.

Li Xingyan's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone suddenly, it shrank suddenly, and his throat tightened a little.

So, Feng Rui guessed it, right?

What straight guy would write something like this?

Then, Li Xingyan saw Feng Rui slowly raised his head, his complicated eyes scratching his face like a knife.

There was disbelief, anger, and what Li Xingyan was most afraid of seeing—disgust.

I knew this day would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to come so early and so unexpectedly.