he's not, he's not

The teacher in charge raised his foot and resolutely kicked the excellent parent's crotch.

The cable car creaked to a stop, and the outstanding parents "rou" back to their seats along with the inertial force, still holding the head teacher's feet in their hands - the soles of the shoes were less than one centimeter away from the excellent second child.

The two kept this posture and looked at each other for two seconds, one face turned red with anger, and the other showed the afterlife in his eyes.

Cable car manager: "...you two still can't get off?"

The head teacher stretched his feet back.

Stretch again.

The excellent parent held his skinny ankle, put it firmly on the ground, and smiled: "It's really dangerous."

Risk your mother's head!

The teacher in charge glared at him, gritted his teeth and walked out.The excellent parent stood up and tugged on his pants, smiled and nodded at the administrator gracefully, and followed at a leisurely pace.

The two returned to the hotel at lightning speed all the way, and were taken aback by the lady at the front desk who said "good evening, sir". One blocked the other into the elevator like a penguin, and the elevator door closed with a "ding", and they both heaved a sigh of relief.

"Teacher..."

The head teacher had a bruised vein on his forehead: "I think you should keep your mouth shut at this time."

The outstanding parent raised his eyebrows. He was standing behind the head teacher on the right side. Their shoulders were next to each other, and they could stick to his ears with just one tilt of their heads.

"Angry?"

The head teacher didn't even bother to say anything, and strode out as soon as the elevator stopped.The excellent parent put his hands in his pockets and followed slowly behind, squinting and smiling at the wet mark on the class teacher's buttocks.

Rather than being angry, it would be better to say shame.

When the head teacher returned to the room, he ripped off the pants from the inside out, and threw them into the trash can as the conscience of an excellent parent.

When he came out of the shower, the excellent parent was already in the room, and he didn't know when he came in. He was sitting on the table and smoking a cigarette as in the morning.

The head teacher subconsciously sniffed his nose, fearing that he still had the damn "orange juice smell" on him.Then he realized that he was like a donkey, really brainwashed by the good parent's bullshit.

"You Xiaoxiu's father, I think we need to have a good talk."

The head teacher who didn't have a wet crotch immediately regained his glory and arrogantly said to the outstanding parents.

The excellent parent squeezed the cigarette out of his mouth, and pointed the mouthpiece to the head teacher: "Smoking?"

"..."

Cigarette addiction

It's a mosquito bag in my heart

It's a pebble on the bottom of the foot

Don't want

不痒

think about it

very itchy.

The head teacher made a poem in his heart.

The two sat opposite each other, blowing clouds and mist, half a cigarette down, and the atmosphere was so peaceful that it was almost a game of chess in the middle.

The homeroom teacher had a day of ups and downs, and his mood was ups and downs. Now that he has relaxed, his shame and anger have turned into nothingness, and his fighting spirit has also turned into nothingness. He looked at the outstanding parents with nothingness on his face and said, "Actually, I should call you boss."

Excellent parents are satisfied with this title: "It makes sense."

"boss."

"Ok?"

"Are you trying to fuck me?"

The excellent parent had just inhaled half of the cigarette and puffed out all the hula. He raised the corners of his eyes and looked at the head teacher, as if he was studying whether the question was true or false.

The teacher in charge sneered and became complacent, he was really willing to let go, no one could let him go.

"You just saw it?"

After a while, the excellent parent said.

"..."

day!