Mr. Gong

"Students, be quiet, be quiet!!!" Looking at the females below, the head teacher was very helpless, "Everyone applaud and give it to our new classmates, okay?".

Mr. Gong shyly looked at the classmates who were staring at him blankly under the podium. Maybe it was because he was a male that everyone was very enthusiastic about him.

After the new students sat down, the class teacher began to hand out the papers of the last midterm exam, and while talking about the questions, he cursed and said something:

"Your class is the worst I have ever taught!"

"For 5 minutes, everyone will be delayed for 5 minutes between classes. The monitor will go and close the back door."

"The physical education teacher is busy in the next section, so he won't come. Come on, let's continue with the papers..."

So, accompanied by the howling of ghosts and wolves of the whole class, the head teacher just persevered in talking about the questions all morning.

He didn't care about the fact that the corners of his mouth were full of foam, but he pitied the students sitting in the front row, who were drowned in the pile of saliva full of "knowledge" this morning, which can be said to be very miserable.

After school time, Mr. Gong politely rejected those female students who wanted to accompany him to the cafeteria to eat, and moved silently towards the commissary.

He was a little absent-minded, because when he recalled the knowledge points the teacher taught in class in the morning, he only understood a small part, and he couldn't understand the rest.

"Be careful!" Mr. Officer stretched out his hand to catch the person, and looked at the elementary school boy who passed by him and almost fell to the ground when he tripped over a small stone.

"Hug, hug..." Sorry, Mr. Gong looked at the other person's face stupidly, and there was a faint female breath coming from the tip of his nose, and his ears were red, because the two were close too close.

"President~ what are you doing, come here quickly, everyone is waiting for your meeting in the conference room!"

Mr. Gong noticed that the visitor was aggressive, and he pulled the person who was hugging him, and looked him up and down very sharply.

Smelling the breath coming from the other party, tsk, it smells so bad, it really is a male just like him.

Inexplicably, Mr. Gong felt that the scene of these two standing together was very dazzling, as if something that should belong to him had been snatched away by someone else. He was very wronged, his eyes were red, and he clenched his fist secretly. I feel so uncomfortable that I want to cry.

Seeing the two people next to him gesticulating to leave, Mr. Gong was a little anxious. He quickly grabbed the officer's uniform jacket, bit his lower lip tightly, and slowly raised his head, looking at each other with pear blossoms and rain.

After a few seconds, he yelled softly: "It hurts...", and as if he was afraid of being blamed by the other party, Mr. Gong lowered his head and hid his face in the shadow.

The officer was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that this elementary school boy was injured after just a slight fall. Is his body so fragile?

Looking at the other party's hand tightly gripping his coat, seeing the strength of the clenched fist, it should be very painful.

He also looked at the casual clothes on the elementary school boy who were incompatible with the campus, and Mr. Officer knew that he should be a transfer student.

The three of them were in a stalemate like this, and no one took the initiative to speak, causing the atmosphere to be very cold for a while.

Finally, Mr. Officer, who seemed to have thought of something, said to his team members: "I won't go to the meeting room, just let everyone read the group notice later. I happen to be going here too. Infirmary, why not take this elementary school boy along the way."

"Let's go." Supporting the frail primary school boy, the officer took him to the infirmary.

Mr. Gong looked at Mr. Officer's arm on his waist, and smelled the faint breath of mint from his body. For a moment, the two were as close as a couple in love.

Thinking of this, Mr. Gong couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from curling up. He poked his head out of the shadows, looked at the team member who fell behind them with pity, and slowly smiled triumphantly towards him.

"..." Good guy, he was defeated by the opponent.The team member gave him a middle finger back angrily on the spot, reluctantly leaving this space that made him vomit and smelled like a green tea bitch.

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