Black Basket Fans, Red Sun

Throughout the class, Bai He's body was shrouded in gloom, it's too perverted for this f*cking holiday and vacation.You know a Chinese who sees

How do you feel when something that looks like a Chinese character has a different pronunciation?

She can speak and recognize Japanese, but she can't write it.

"Student Bai He, please come to the blackboard and write this poem silently."

"Teacher, I won't."

There was an uproar in the class.Bai He looked coldly at the teacher on the podium, and said bluntly.Teacher, you did it on purpose, knowing that she is from China

people...

"Oh, I'm sorry Baihe-san, please sit down first. Momoi-san will write."

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and I didn't know what I was laughing at.Such a farce made Bai He even less willing to attend class.