The two souls wear the same person + side story

The little girl swallowed her saliva, looking forward to see through, then poked her head around to see that there was no one around, so she stretched out her hand: "I, I made it for you, we have a share, if you give it to me, I will not sue the teacher."

The two shared instant noodles, and the hot water room was filled with the smell of instant noodles.

Xu Wanqing secretly wrote down this thing, it would be even better if she could take it home and share it with her little maid.

The monitor girl of Class [-], Grade [-] was young, a few years older than her little maid, but she was as childish as her, her eyes were clear, and she felt pity and kindness in her heart, so she faintly regarded this child as her little maid.Moreover, this little class leader is majestic, and his words carry a lot of weight in the private school. The boys are all chased and beaten by her. Moreover, the little class leader has excellent grades and has helped her a lot. He helped her buy pens, ink and dictionaries, and now he is covering it up for her.

Since coming here, if there is no small squad leader, she is afraid that she will be kicked out as an outlier.

So the biggest teacher in the class, oh, the person here is called the head teacher.When the class teacher asked her what she needed recently, she applied to be at the same table with the class leader.

The small squad leader sits in the first row, alone, but proud. Because of her good grades, the teacher looks at her differently, and she has several jobs, so she has a certain momentum, but in private, no one takes the initiative to ask her to play with her, only everyone plays together , the small squad leader joined in forcefully, so he didn't seem so alone.

Xu Wanqing acted out of sympathy, and she didn't know what trouble she would cause, but with someone to take care of her, it would be easier for her to learn things in this world.

It's just that she didn't expect that she became the same table, and the squad leader took her to be majestic.

Some boys at the back table gathered together to read books, and the class leader rushed over: "What are you reading!"

Like a big goose rushing into a flock of chickens, it scattered all the boys away.The big goose tore half of the book heroically, and made a loud crash, which made Xu Wanqing feel extremely heartbroken.

The squad leader glanced twice, and immediately blushed: "You guys! Smelly rascals!"

"You tell the teacher, you watched it too! You watched it too!" The boys booed in all directions, circling around the little squad leader, deliberately trying to bully her into crying.

With both hands open, the squad leader almost tore the book to shreds.

Xu Wanqing loved books eagerly, and hurriedly saved them. Before she could read them carefully, the boys let out a sigh of relief: "Zhang Xu! Give it back to us! You're still very loyal!"

Maybe the original owner had a close relationship with these boys, but Xu Wanqing couldn't make any moves to play with the boys, throwing the book over would feel like Meng làng.

He lowered his head and opened his eyes.

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"Don't learn well." She softly accused these boys. As the only adult present, she decided that she should educate them.But she is not a husband, she just blushed when she choked out this sentence.

The boys seemed to have seen something strange: "Oh, Zhang Xu is blushing! Damn Zhang Xu is blushing!"

The class leader was small, and stopped the tall and burly woman behind her: "You guys actually look at this kind of thing! I'm going to sue the teacher!"

This book is roughly a chuáng story between a flower picker and various women, and the sex is described in great detail.

When she was in class, she pressed it under the math workbook and read it, only to find that the language was vulgar and sensual, but there was no emotion at all, let alone fascination.

When class was over, the class leader was in a hurry to go to the toilet, and told her to keep her books, and made an appointment to sue the teacher together.

As soon as the little girl left, the boys cheered and rushed up: "Zhang Xu, you are the best, give it back to us, the teacher will be finished if he finds out."

"The teacher won't know," she became meddling, and she decided that such dross should not poison the children, so she said, "I confiscated this book."

"Tch, we've seen it anyway. Don't tell the teacher!"

She seemed to have applied a few more layers of rouge, her face was flushed, she didn't dare to get closer, she only said that she kept it a secret, and hurriedly put the dregs into her bag to hide, and when the little squad leader came back, she only said that the boy snatched it away.

In her day, people who wrote fiction were afraid to use their real names.People say that writing novels and arranging right and wrong will result in retribution. Therefore, people who read novels are happy, and those who write are hiding, but writing finally has a joy of release. Industry.

But who is happy when this kind of dross is written?The word "vulgar" is a compliment, and the words are crude and shoddy. I don't know what the author thinks.

Only then did he blame the author of the book, and he immediately felt ashamed.

These dirty things were kept secret, so why did she pursue them carefully?It's really indecent.

Hastily hid his thoughts, continued the class, counted the time, hurriedly finished his meal and returned to the classroom, waiting for Shang Yi's successor to arrive.

In a trance, he returned to his residence and woke up leisurely. The little maid squatted by the bed and seemed to have watched her for a long time.

Seeing her wake up, she smiled happily: "Young mistress is awake, I caught a cat today, it's soft, I washed it after I caught it, and now I'm sleeping on the roof."

I was excitedly led to see the orange kitten, which was curled up on the tile, sleeping very peacefully.

The author has something to say:

Because of this recent incident.Another chapter will be added before nine o'clock.

Chapter 7 Shang Yi Has a Story 03

Shang Yi woke up and choked on the chalk dust.

The blackboard in front of him was magnified countless times, and there was no longer a trash can next to it, but the class leader of their heroine class.

She thought she was sitting in the wrong seat, but looking at the desk in front of her, even the shredded pieces of rubber belonged to Zhang Xu himself.