Cannon fodder is the real god

"Sit down, hahahaha hiccup..." The music teacher smiled and waved his hand to signal Shane to sit down. He laughed too wildly and unrestrainedly, and even hiccupped a little.

Hearing this, the whole class felt helpless.

I don't know what kind of personalities other people who are engaged in art are like. Anyway, the music teacher in their class is quite characteristic. Except for the strictness of wearing suits, other aspects are very unreliable.

Seeing Shang En sitting down, Chu Mingyu tilted his head and jokingly said, "Is it exciting?"

Shane: ...

"Spiral stimulation."

Hearing Shan En's answer, Chu Mingyu couldn't help but puff.

Shang En gouged out Chu Mingyu who was gloating, and said coldly: "Don't be too happy, Feng Shui takes turns, and you might be the next one to suffer."

Chu Mingyu rubbed his face, and said calmly, "Ugh, isn't it?"

Sean: "Isn't it?"

Enough laughing, the music teacher once again flashed a finger, and coquettishly clicked the switch of the small broken stereo.Soon melodious music came out from the stereo, it was a pure piano piece, the tune was very soft and cheerful, and the name was "Girl's Prayer".

Accompanied by the beautiful melody, the music teacher talked about the author of the piece and the background of its creation.

"...This song is a veritable girl's prayer. When the composer created her, everyone closed their eyes and felt what the girl was praying for, as well as her emotions and performance at that time."

Hearing this, all the students closed their eyes obediently.

After closing for about four or five minutes, the music teacher stood at the aisle outside Chu Mingyu and shouted to open his eyes.

"I feel almost right? I must have a rough image in my mind, so I invite my classmates to show us what the girl's prayer looks like in his mind."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Chu Mingyu's shoulder next to him.

As soon as Chu, girl, Mingyu opened his eyes, he was confronted with such great malice from the music teacher. Looking up at the music teacher's traitorous head, he felt a little complicated for a while.

Shan En couldn't hold back the dark feeling in his heart, and he looked at Chu Mingyu with a clear meaning: Look, you still don't believe me when I say Feng Shui turns.

Seeing that Chu Mingyu was motionless and just not cooperating, the music teacher had no choice but to sigh quietly, looking at Chu Mingyu with small eyes as if accusing him of not understanding art, and his tone was quite aggrieved: "Hey... these days I am willing to dedicate myself to art There are not many people left."

After finishing speaking, I took a look at Shan En who had a cold face, but his whole body exuded the joyful aura that I was very happy with.He suddenly put on a straight face, coughed hard, and asked righteously: "Shawn, can you dedicate yourself to art instead of your tablemate?"

Shan En was expressionless, and he refused sloppily: "No."

I have been slandered just now, and now I want to come, whoever agrees is an idiot, don't think that I don't know that you are a big fool.

He could see that the cheap music teacher was messing around, otherwise there were so many people in the class, why would he bite them both?

Fortunately, the music teacher didn't really embarrass them. He just stroked his handsome three-seven points, and sighed: "Oh, the first and second names in your class are real treasures..."

After the music teacher finished speaking, he held his stomach again hahahahahahahahaha. He laughed very magical. He didn't know what was getting his laugh at his laughter.

No one in the class could figure out what the music teacher was thinking, all he knew was that he liked to have fun for himself all day long.

Shan En thought to himself, it might be because people who engage in art have very strange brain circuits, which are different from ordinary people.

It's a living treasure.

Shan En silently sent this sentence back to the music teacher in his heart.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, and before the music teacher said get out of class was over, the students of Class 21 rushed out, no matter men or women, one or two moved incredibly fast, like wild donkeys on the hillside, poking their hooves and running wildly.

It's not the first time for Sean to see this scene, but every time he finds it very spectacular. Looking at the classroom that was emptied in an instant, he can't help but sigh in his heart:

This posture of grabbing food is a bit like when I was in high school.

The music teacher didn't mind either. As soon as he collected his own small speaker, he said slowly, "Maybe my personality is too gentle, and you are not afraid of me. Hey... this artistic life...you can say it right?"

Shan En didn't quite understand, and he wasn't afraid that he might be involved in the life of art, but he nodded with dignity: "Well, yes."

Hearing the answer he wanted, the music teacher was satisfied with his small speaker, and happily left the classroom humming a little tune.

As soon as he left, Chu Mingyu asked Shang En: "Just now, did your conscience hurt?"

Shan En had a sad face, "It hurts, it really hurts." Saying yes against conscience is uncomfortable.

After Shan En whipped his conscience, seeing that Chu Mingyu hadn't left, he asked, "By the way, why don't you go to eat?"

"Stagger the peak of the flow of people, and go now." After Chu Mingyu finished speaking, he cleaned up the things on his desk before standing up.

"What about you?"

Shan En thought about it, and pretended to be mysterious: "Bigu period, I don't eat."

Chu Mingyu looked at the upright Shang En for a while like a fool, and said: "The immortal, you practice slowly, I will leave first when I am hungry."

Shan En was once again despised by Chu Mingyu's eyes, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad:

Mom, this new relative in our family always hates me. I can't beat him, and I can't beat him. Is there any way to make me win the game?

After thinking about it for a long time, it seems that there is no way to win the round except for the method of biting him.

Although Chu Mingyu looks quite handsome, his face is actually more than one level higher than his own. After stripping off his clothes and running naked, he can still face the eyes of the whole school without shame. I can't admire it.

Thinking of streaking, Shan En remembered that he hadn't moved a single word in his streaking review on Monday.

Tomorrow, on Saturday and Sunday, the boarding students will be on vacation, so they can go back and stay at home all night, and they will go to the podium to read the manuscript the next day.After reading the manuscript, students who didn't know about streaking will know about it, and maybe someone will write a manuscript about the two of them and post it on the campus network for thousands of students to look up to in the future.

Instant suffocation!

When Shan En walked into the office, Feng Feng was pushing his glasses, and when he looked up, he saw his lover who was pulling his face.

It looks like my heart hurts, my liver hurts everywhere, and it looks so cute.

Because Fengfeng replaced Teacher Wang, the office was naturally in Teacher Wang's former office, and now it was time for dinner, and there was no one else in the office except Fengqing and Xie Hongda.

Seeing Shan En enter the office like this, Xie Hongda thought that his favorite student was being bullied when he moved to the dormitory, so he immediately became nervous, slammed the table and asked, "Did the group of bastards in Class [-] push you away?"

This palm was slapped quite hard, which directly shocked Shan En.

"Uh, no..." Sean replied honestly, "I haven't met a few roommates yet."

Xie Hongda breathed a sigh of relief, "Then why did you come to the office to find me with a sad face?"

Sean: "I didn't come to find you..."

Feng Feng smiled slightly, and said to Xie Hongda: "Mr. Xie, he came to see me. I lost a little progress in the last math class because I was absent, and I will make up for him."

Following the words of the style, Shan En pointed at Xie Hongda the math practice questions in his hand.

Xie Hongda snorted, patted his beer belly and said, "Fortunately, he didn't come to see me. I don't have class today and I have to get off work. I don't want to work overtime because of you bastard."

"Xiaofeng, thank you for your hard work." After saying that, Xie Hongda got up from the chair, put away his briefcase, and left the office slowly. After a while, he turned his head back again, and said to Shan En worriedly : "I haven't had time to collect your mobile phone. I won't accept it for a few days. Remember to call me anytime if you have anything to do."

Shan En was a little moved, "Thank you, Teacher, for caring about me so much."

Xie Hongda shook his head immediately, and replied: "Your attack is not serious. Compared with you being bullied by them, I am more afraid that you will beat the first class. The school asked me to clean up the bad basket."

Sean: "..."

My fighting strength has already dropped to five, and the glory that once dominated Qishui No. [-] Middle School no longer exists. Thank you for still thinking highly of me, haha.

Seeing that Shan En was a little injured, standing on the spot with a wooden face and not speaking, Feng Feng smiled lightly, then put down his overlapping legs and stood up, walked to the door of the office and closed the door gently.

After closing the door, Fengfeng returned to her place, resting her chin with her hand, turned her head to look at Shan En who was still standing there with a math problem, and then smiled softly, stretched out her finger to hook Shan En He ticked off and said softly, "Come here, sit on my lap."

sit on... sit on lap...

There was a little blush on the tips of Shan En's ears. Are all the bosses so straightforward? Suddenly he felt a little shy...

Seeing Shan En staring at a paralyzed face shyly, Fengfeng resisted the urge to pounce directly, stretched out a slender hand and gently tugged at his shirt collar, revealing his delicate and beautiful collarbone, then tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes were full of spring Looking at Shan En, he propped his head and urged softly, "Husband, come here~"

The tone is very intimate, with a taste of being coquettish.

Ouch!

The style is poisonous, and the words are hooked!

It's not my fault, he's seducing me!

Go fucking shy!Sean threw aside the math exercise book he was using as a cover, and pounced directly at his heavenly-looking wife.

The author has something to say: I once again overestimated my hand speed. If I write two chapters, I will wait until after twelve o'clock.

Then post a chapter first.