shut up you bitch

"What's wrong with the new classmate? Isn't it good?" Hao Siwen was a little confused, enthusiastic and polite, very easy to get along with, "Aside from being a little unwell, there is nothing wrong with it."

At the end, he added: "Besides, you can't force things like your body, and I can tell that he has a little low self-esteem about his body, didn't he want to cry just now?"

Naturally, the heart said that you saw a ball.

"Squad leader." Natural Juan let out a long breath, "Do you still remember my position?

"Cultural Committee." Hao Siwen replied without thinking, "Has your mind been trapped by the door? Even ask me such mentally retarded questions."

"..."

Natural volume swears that he has not had the urge to kill for a long time, but today, Hao Siwen successfully lifted the seal for him.

"Didn't I fucking mean to say this!" Natural Curly pulled his hair angrily, and almost gave it an artificial ion perm, "I just want to emphasize! Since I am a literary and art committee member, I have more or less been exposed to some dramas In addition, I have read a lot of stories, and my feelings are more delicate, and the part of observing words and expressions..."

Before he finished his job report, Hao Siwen snatched the words again: "Aren't you reading all the president's articles? Why do you just watch your words? Does the book teach you psychological skills?"

Natural volume: "...", I really want to shoot this fetal god who always takes off topics.

"Forget it, I won't fuck you around!" Naturally, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get around, "I'll just say it, I don't think Huang Xin is quite right."

Hao Siwen frowned: "You mean his body?"

"Body, your mother! Your whole family is a body!"

Hao Siwen: "..."

"Listen to me carefully!" Naturally, the ultimatum was rolled down, "It's because he's too 'nice' that something's wrong. Seriously, how could anyone be so mad that he would sugar-coat the whole class as soon as he came up? To put it bluntly, it’s really like buying people’s hearts forcibly.”

"And I always feel that he is watching something all the time, just when I met him in the corridor when I left the classroom." Naturally, his scalp tingled when he thought of it, "He stared at me as soon as I fucking left the classroom , not the kind of chance meeting, just the kind...waiting for you to come out...well, I don't know how to describe it. "

The description of the natural volume is really incoherent, and it stands to reason that the sense of substitution is not strong.

But Hao Siwen is a man of gods. This time, he got it out of nowhere: "You say that...it seems to make sense..."

"Of course." Naturally frowned, "I don't know how to mess up the rhythm."

"And..." Hao Siwen lowered his voice, looked at the ceiling, as if he was remembering something, and then slowly lowered his head after a while, "I bumped into him when I went to the toilet yesterday, he seems to be..."

"what?"

"He asked if there were any influential figures in our class, whether they were difficult to get along with, and how to get along with them in general." Hao Siwen said thoughtfully, "Aren't the influential figures in our class just those two?" ? People with a discerning eye will know it at a glance. Thinking about it this way..."

Hao Siwen made a final decision: "Should he be tricking me?"

"Yeah, you said it well, rf!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

Hao Siwen and Ziran Juan turned their heads at the same time, wanting to see which god was eavesdropping lewdly.

Then I saw a bloated figure flipping down from the railing on the upper floor gracefully.

The original intention was unrestrained, but the process was a bit tortuous, because halfway through the turn, the man's school uniform jacket caught on the bump on the railing, and almost fell to the ground.

Hao Siwen, natural volume: "..."