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Before the roll call started, the classroom was a little chaotic.

Zhuang Qiang was sitting in the first row, and when he heard Mao Fei say that he had gone to the wrong classroom, he immediately raised his voice, "That's right, come in quickly!"

Mao Fei didn't go in. He wanted to run away, but he stood there at a loss.

His face was so crimson, his hair was frizzy, his mouth was still panting, and his eyes were wet.

Very innocent.

The surprise in Zhuang Zhou's eyes was replaced by indescribable joy in an instant.

He put down the roster in his hand and strode towards Mao Fei.

Mao Fei let go of the door frame, staggered back, his head was buzzing, as if he heard the sound of the man taking a bath that night, nervous, dazed, and then all nervous.

Backed to the end, leaning against the wall of the corridor with his back.

Mao Fei looked at the man in front of him. This was his one-night stand, his lucky luck, and now, he was also his substitute teacher.

Mao Fei licked his lips: "I..."

Zhuang Zhou really wanted to raise his hand to rub his shaggy hair, to touch his face which was hot or cold.

But he could only stand in front of him and look at him like a teacher.

The words were gentle, with a smile full of jokes, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he became the man who led him into Berwyn.

"25 years old?"

The lie was exposed on the spot, Mao Fei pressed his palm against the wall and scratched with his fingertips.

"You didn't come yesterday, so," Zhuang Zhou laughed lightly, "Mao Fei."

Yes, just like what Zhuang Qiang said, he was the only one who skipped class in two classes yesterday, what else could he be called Mao Fei!

At the beginning, he didn't even mention his name when he was asked like that, and it was even more extreme when he was making out. He either teased him and refused to give it, or gave him too much forcefully, forcing him to cry and beg, but even so he still didn't hand over his name!

It's fine now.

Mao Fei smashed the can and glared at him.

Maybe he thought he was very fierce, but in Zhuang Zhou's view, he was really cute to the bottom of his heart.

"Come to class first." Zhuang Zhou reassured him, "Don't be nervous."

Mao Fei finally spoke, and said firmly, "I'm not nervous."

He didn't believe that the next moment this man could take out a silver-gray square handkerchief to wipe his hands.

What the hell is this evil fate!

Mao Fei followed Zhuang Zhou into the classroom, his expression should be too tragic, and when he sat next to Ran Qing, he was immediately asked: "Why do you have a bitter face, have you been scolded?"

Being ethical, once a friend with a gun becomes a teacher and a student.

It was even more shocking than hearing the dormitory being vomited into a river, and I was stunned.

Mao Fei muttered: "Yes."

The roll call started, Ran Qing leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Isn't he handsome?"

It's handsome, it's big, it's hard, it's durable.

Mao Fei muttered: "It's okay."

Ran Qing: "Hello!" He said, "What's wrong with your eyesight, have you been poked blind by your president? You know, he also lectures very well."

The lectures are very good, the singing is also very good, the temper is also very good, and the technique is also very good.

He knows it better than anyone.

Ran Qing said regretfully, "We were still late and didn't get a seat in the front row."

The back row is pretty good, the more back the better, Mao Fei muttered: "What's his name?"

It was Ran Qing's roll call, and Ran Qing raised her hand to answer.

The next one, Zhuang Zhou looked at the person who was sitting there digging through the books, that reluctant little guy wished he could disappear, he smiled slightly, and looked back at the roster: "Xia Xiaoxiao."

Xia Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, and Mao Fei's fingertips were also stunned, his name was skipped over.

Small details as big as sesame seeds are not worth mentioning.

Ran Qing leaned over again, wondering: "What are you humming?"

Mao Fei felt guilty: "It's nothing. I haven't said anything yet. What's his name?"

"Zhuang Zhou. But his nickname is already flying, called 'Butterfly'."

Zhuang Zhou.

Mao Fei only heard these two words.

What kind of coincidence is this, what kind of probability!

Mao Fei didn't believe in evil: "Which Zhuang Zhou? Which two characters? Zhuang Qiang's Zhuang? Zhou? Millet porridge?"

Ran Qing was curious: "What are you in a hurry for?"

Mao Feisai urged him to write quickly, but Ran Qing didn't write: "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies!"

Quiet.

After half a class, Mao Fei looked at the blackboard, textbooks, and out the window, but he didn't look at the teacher who was lecturing.

There will be a show, his thinking is out of his control, he is already thinking about it just by listening to the voice, and his butt, even his butt, doesn't listen to him, shrinking.

Mao Fei took out his phone and sent a message to his dream interpreter.

Feifei: Will I still meet the person who cooks wine in my dream?

Dream Interpretation Ten Yuan Once: Yes.

Mao Fei typing: With your kind words, I met you.

Feifei: I don’t know whether it’s joy or sorrow, I’m so pitiful!

If it is not enough, I recite a few lines of poetry to vent my madness.

Feifei: Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, happy to meet with a pot of turbid wine.

Feifei: I'm really...weeping with joy, woo woo woo.

Mao Fei sighed silently, his mouth so pouted that he could hang an oil can on it.

He put away his phone, and when he looked up, he met Zhuang Zhou's eyes.

Damn, why does this picture look familiar?

How do you write those youth campus novels, teachers and students CP's beautiful love?Calling you teacher during the day, calling you husband at night, kissing you with a mouth that talks about academic topics, biting you and calling you baby.

Mao Fei shivered all over, his hairs stood on end!

There is a 10-minute break between classes.

Mao Fei was also worried that Zhuang Zhou would come and arrest him. He was too worried. The podium was surrounded by boys and girls.

"Hey, do you know that 214 is hot?" The classmate sitting in the front row stretched out his mobile phone, and an uncomfortable video was playing silently, "What is the reason for this spectacle, tell us about it?"

Mao Fei immediately closed his eyes, and Ran Qing and Xia Xiaoxiao kept yelling, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't dirty your eyes!"

The classmate said: "There are all kinds of speculations all over the Internet on the campus, about fights, food poisoning, and two people who vomit more in a competition. They are all out of their minds."

The three looked at him speechlessly, and another classmate came over: "The most reliable way to say is that the fight ended like this. Isn't there a hammer on the ground? That person broke into the house with a murder weapon and robbed him. Zhuang Qiang stood up alone. Resisted, then got stomach cramps and threw up."

Ran Qing nodded: "That's about it."

The students were even more curious: "Who is that person? What does he want to grab?"

The three of them didn't know what to say.

"Could it be robbing a wife? They are rivals in love?"

"But Zhuang Qiang doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Who do you like? Who are you chasing?"

"I don't know... Then if I were that girl, I would definitely quit after seeing this video, and it would be useless to chase after her."

"I saw someone in the post saying that that person seems to be a junior and the president of the literary club."

"Damn it, love and hatred across grades!"

"Tsk tsk, one is the president, and the other is the vice committee member of the student union department. Isn't it so wonderful?"

The expressions of the three were convinced, and Xia Xiaoxiao applauded at the right time: "Are you two from the cross talk club?"

When the class bell rang, Mao Fei quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the breathing light of the mobile phone flashing.

Dream Interpretation Ten Yuan Once: Of course it is joy.

This is to answer him "I don't know whether it is happiness or worry".

Feifei: You haven't confiscated the red envelope I sent you, don't forget it!

In this class, Mao Fei's mood was much calmer, he thought about it, he did everything and ejaculated, could he be the only one having fun?Why is he blinded here by himself?

If you don't know the problem, ask the teacher.

His eyes no longer wandered back and forth, and Mao Fei began to listen carefully to the class. He was a little confused and at a loss when he had already left the next class. He was still distracted while listening, and doodled in his notebook a long-bearded lady with curly hair. , and fly a few butterflies with simple strokes next to it, captioned: Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies.

When the tip of the pen is changed, the butterfly turns into a peach blossom, and several petals fall into the arms of the master.

Mao Fei thought, it seems that the leave note is no longer needed.

After class was over, Ran Qing put his and Xia Xiaoxiao's stack of books in front of Mao Fei: "Let's go to the gym."

I just wore the new sneakers on my feet and got a little slush on them, but it didn't get in the way, and they still looked good.

Mao Feixi said: "Do you and Zhenzhen have couple shoes?"

Ran Qing laughed and scolded: "Get out, we have a couple name."

"What couple's name?"

Xia Xiaoxiao rushed to answer: "Bai Zhenzhen, Ran Qingqing."

Mao Fei was overjoyed: "In order to be neat with you, will you call me Mao Feifei in the future?"

"Student Mao Feifei, are you going to sell your leave now?"

I don't know if this fake can be sold, after all, the substitute teacher knows the truth.

Mao Fei said dryly, "Ah."

Ran Qing warned: "Then you pay attention to avoid Zhuang Qiang."

Mao Fei said "OK".

The two walked away arguing.

Mao Fei muttered: "It's like flirting."

Seeing that Zhuang Zhou was still being asked questions on the podium, Mao Fei took out his mobile phone and sent him a text message: We have to have a serious talk, do you have class later?

If there is no class, he has to go back to the dormitory to put the books first, and he can't just talk in school, he has to choose a place to hide from people's eyes.

"Doing/loving is false, what am I?"

Mao Fei murmured and walked out the back door of the classroom with a book in his arms. The door was blocked, and it was Zhu Ming who came in unkindly.

"Finally found you." Zhu Ming was wearing a loose and fat black down, which was very warm and made him very bloated. He seemed to be joking, "I specifically asked about the schedule of your class, just because I was afraid that you would be out of class. Where did you run and hide?"

Mao Fei said with a cold face, "Why?"

Zhu Ming stopped laughing and took out a golden lock from his pocket: "What you say is what you say, I will pay you."

There was a key in the lock, and another on the ring.

Mao Fei said: "No. Who knows if you secretly left a key, so as to save yourself from having to swing the hammer next time."

Zhu Ming was so embarrassed by the sarcasm that he choked, and put his hands back into his pockets. Anyway, he didn't really come to deliver the lock.

The students who asked questions on the podium also left, and only Zhuang Zhou was left in the classroom cleaning up the table.

With a "ding", Mao Fei took out his mobile phone, and Zhuang Zhou replied: no class.

Ignoring Zhu Ming calling his name, Mao Fei edited: See you at the door of MOMO.

Zhuang Zhou: Bowen, I have other things to do.

Mao Fei's heart is beating wildly, why is this, why did he go to Berwin again, he, he hasn't recuperated yet!

Mao Fei: Good.

Seeing that he finally put away his phone, Zhu Ming took a deep breath, and patiently asked the family first: "Mao Fei, what is it that makes you so happy?"

Mao Fei was unhappy after hearing this, and wanted to roll his eyes. This person has stopped here, and this matter has been making trouble for two days, and he has no intention of dragging Zhuang Qiang down. It's time to end the curtain.

Mao Fei picked up the words: "I was waiting downstairs when you brought your girlfriend back to the dormitory. I followed you and heard you all."

Zhu Ming didn't quite remember what he said, but it didn't matter, he looked around, and the teacher Huadie that his girlfriend said had gone, and there were only the two of them left in the classroom.

With a gentle tone, he asked softly, "Don't you like me, Feifei?"

Mao Feizhen rolled his eyes: "I like you pig-headed three! Are you embarrassed? What are you pretending to be? Don't you just want to use that oil painting to pretend to be aggressive? Let me tell you, if you asked me directly if you could give me Give it to you, maybe because you really like it, I will give it away. As a friend and a member of the club, isn't it good? It's you who insist on doing it, insisting on flirting, capsized! "

Ju Ming frowned while listening to the scolding, and tried to explain: "You said you want to give it to someone you like, so I tried my best to care about you and make you like it. When I finally asked you to paint, weren't you very happy?"

Mao Fei rolled his eyes again: "Try hard to care about me? I thank you, my predecessor never cared so much about me! We know exactly what I mean by liking, do you still have to argue?"

Zhu Ming stared at Mao Fei silently, all the tenderness and patience on his face disappeared.

The more Mao Fei thought about it, the more angry he became. He planned to stop talking nonsense, but he couldn't help it: "You went to pick the lock last night, and you said you woke up in time. Is it true? If my roommate didn't stop you, and he didn't vomit Are you really going to stop if you are all over your body?"

The embarrassment and embarrassment of last night will never be forgotten by Zhu Ming in his life. The cell phones holding up the camera seem to have captured his vanity and sinister dark side. Things are full.

He tick-tocked and fled downstairs wrapped in a mess, took off his coat and outer pants and threw them into the trash can, like crazy, and ran in the biting cold wind until tears flowed down his face. He was not as lucky as Zhuang Qiang, and the dormitory had already turned off the lights Electricity, he has no hot water to take a bath.

Zhu Ming looked at Mao Fei and said: "I have been in college for three years. I am the president of the largest club in the school, the chairman of our college, and the assistant of the counselor. I have never made such a fool of myself, you know? Those videos today Have you read it on Xiaonei? It’s all thanks to you.”

Mao Fei was a little frightened by his cold expression and tone, and unconsciously hugged the book tightly as a precaution. He couldn't escape. There was Ju Ming in front of the door, and there was no one passing by in the corridor behind the door.

Mao Fei gritted his teeth and stopped provoking him. Now is not the time to show off.

Ju Ming stepped closer and took out the lock again: "My girlfriend, I have been chasing her for two years, and when I was having lunch today, he asked me if the oil painting was a lie to her, and at the same time asked me if it was me in the video. , how can I say?"

Mao Fei retreated cautiously. He was not as tall or as strong as this man. If there was a fight, only the three copies of "Western Economics" in his arms could be used as weapons.

"How do I spend the first two days of school? If you don't hide in some kind of cousin's house, and give me the painting honestly, wouldn't everyone be happy?"

Mao Fei dared not speak out, thinking that this is your own fault!

Zhu Ming said angrily, "Speak up!"

There were a few ding bangs, and the lock was thrown out forcefully, hitting the table and chairs, but it didn't know where it fell.

Mao Fei was really afraid, since he was a child, he was fine with acting like a spoiled child, but he would never fight, but he would not be so terrified when playing games, singing and drawing could be turned into the output of force.

When it was pushed down, the books were scattered all over the floor. The desks and chairs in the classroom are all fixed on the ground, so when they hit it, they will withstand the reaction force firmly. Mao Fei was panting in pain, and his side was numb .

He regretted it, and should have let Zhuang Zhou wait for him in the classroom.

Zhu Ming reached out again, grabbed Mao Fei's scarf and pulled him up from the table, then grabbed the left and right collars and shook him vigorously: "One last time, hand over your broken painting! I have to rush to the Internet department Delete the post, I don’t have time to talk about love with you here!”

Mao Fei was so angry that he went all out, closed his eyes and shouted: "Don't even think about it!"

With a sudden light on his body, Mao Fei fell back on the table again. He leaned on the edge of the table and coughed hoarsely. He saw Zhu Ming being dragged away by the back collar, and then fell heavily to the ground. It was full of dust.

Zhuang Zhou stood in front of Mao Fei: "Are you okay, are you injured?"

Mao Fei stopped coughing, looked at Zhuang Zhou, and then at Zhu Ming who was struggling to get up on the ground.

He whispered: "No injury, but it hurts everywhere."

Zhuang Zhou sighed softly. If he wasn't at school, he would have hugged him in his arms long ago. His eyes swept up and down, and finally stopped on the back of his hand: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Oh, this..." Mao Fei put his palms on the backs of his hands and rubbed gently. The bruises hadn't subsided yet. He glanced at Zhuang Zhou, "Yesterday, I had a fever and got an injection..."

As for why you have a fever, you will know after a little thought.

Zhuang Zhou sighed again, feeling very distressed.

Next to him, Zhu Ming stood up and slapped the ashes. This fall left him without a trace of arrogance, leaving only fear in his heart.

When he was caught fighting, he had no way to defend himself, so he could only face Zhuang Zhou and say honestly, "Teacher."

Zhuang Zhou looked worried: "Why did you fight?"

Zhu Ming said: "He cheated on me, I was so angry."

Mao Fei kept silent, thinking to himself, you say, you say, you continue to say, it is my man who is interrogating you, and it is useless for you to talk about it.

Zhu Ming didn't say anything more, he picked up a phone call, and before he hung up, Mao Fei's phone rang.

It was Zhuang Qiang: "Where are you, Mao Fei? Come to the counselor's office."

Mao Fei hummed: "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Qiang said: "Auntie, the dormitory manager, reported the matter to the supervisor. Now we are going to confront your president face-to-face and resolve the dispute. Come quickly!"

Mao Fei thought, it's over, he's just a commoner, and Zhu Ming is an official, there's no chance of winning.