On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

When we got back to the dormitory, Li Hengda was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed and playing games, while Huang Fan was sitting at the table, tending to his pot of prickly pears. Son.

An Chengfeng's forehead is straight and protruding, that is the "Qiuqiu" he has raised for more than two years!

"Huang Fan! I fought with you!!"

If he had a knife in his hand at this moment, An Chengfeng would definitely have picked up the knife and rushed over.

Li Hengda was taken aback, quickly took off his earphones, threw his phone on the bed, and hugged the angry man by the waist: "Feng, don't get excited! If you have something to say, sit down and calm down!"

An Chengfeng pointed at the immortal who was about to be bald and begged, gnashing his teeth: "You didn't stop him?!"

"Stop it, stop it! Why didn't I stop it?!" Li Hengda stretched out his finger, and there were two small holes pierced by something on it: "Look, I was almost murdered!"

"Come, come, let me tell you." Li Hengda passed Huang Fan, pulled An Chengfeng out of the dormitory, and pressed in a low voice: "Du Huang has lost his love these days and is depressed. We will let him do everything."

"Lovebroken?" An Chengfeng's face was inexplicable and strange, "Isn't he the root of light for thousands of years? When did you ever fall in love?"

"Tsk, I carried you to the school doctor's office last time, the new school doctor, remember?"

Xu Ruoya?

"She's dating Brother Fan?!"

Li Hengda rolled his eyes: "Where can it be, it's Da Huang who has taken a fancy to him."

An Chengfeng: "..."

"It's been two days since you asked for leave, and Da Huang went to confess, but it didn't work. I've been depressed for several days. If you have nothing to do, just sit there and harm your family."

An Chengfeng: "..."

Huang Fan took a fancy to Xu Ruoya?!

An Chengfeng recalled Xu Ruoya's glamorous face and enchanting figure, and checked his eyes. A normal man's blood would swell.

But in the final analysis, she can't be regarded as a real woman. If Huang Fan knew about this, he didn't know how he would feel.

Then An Chengfeng thought of himself and Jiang Mo again.

He and Jiang Mo should be regarded as an ambiguous period... right...

If the male god finds out about his physical condition one day...

"Don't mind, brother, I'll buy you another pot later, it's bigger than this one! Is it going to work?"

"...Think about it."

After tidying up in the guest house, An Chengfeng couldn't see Huang Fan mistreating his little pet anymore, so he slipped out of the guest house and went to the music room.

If I remember correctly, there is a music class today, and the get out of class should not be over yet, so there is still time to rush there.

Before approaching, I heard the unique roar of meningitis, and after a while, a crisp female voice sang "love in heart"

Today is the bi-weekly assessment!

An Chengfeng patted his head violently, how could he forget this!

In every assessment, Meningitis always has countless ways to toss people, and all kinds of gaudy assessment methods emerge in endlessly.

For example, girls sing tenor with braids, soprano with splits, and bass with one foot alone...

While boys have false voice singing, false voice singing, bel canto singing, and of course there are splits and the like...

All in all, no matter how perverted it was, it was miserable!

Taking a deep breath, An Chengfeng wanted to gently push the door open, but accidentally pushed too hard, the door slammed into the wall with a bang.

An Chengfeng froze in place, with his hand still stretched out: "..."

meningitis:"………"

A certain boy who is being assessed "..."

Everyone: "..."

Meningitis was the first to come back to his senses, and sneered twice: "We haven't seen each other for a week, and when you come back, you kid will make a big debut."

An Chengfeng quickly waved his hands, laughing: "Where is it? It's just that the door is a little weak. I have to ask the master to repair it later."

Meningitis: "Hey, co-authoring listens to what you mean, is it still a problem with the door?"

An Chengfeng: "Where can it be, hehe."

Meningitis: "Hehehe."

"........."

An Chengfeng couldn't pretend anymore, silently withdrew his hand, entered the classroom, and closed the door.

The boy who was doing the assessment stood there, at a loss.

Meningitis showed mercy, waved his hand and said, "Continue."

He didn't pursue An Chengfeng's matter too much.

The boy in the assessment wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and continued to sing the female voice with his voice pressed down.

There were only about forty or fifty people in the first class, and no one sang a short section. The assessment was soon over.

An Chengfeng was about to heave a sigh of relief, thinking that he had escaped a catastrophe, when Meningitis said in a deep voice: "An Chengfeng, come on, split your arms, soprano."

An Qufeng: "..." Fuck your mother's photo! !