The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

"The three of you, each with a 1-word review, will be responsible for installing the door. From tomorrow until the end of the month, you will be responsible for cleaning the No. 123 basketball court."

"Ohmygod!", Song Feiyang and the three of them screamed, but no one dared to bargain.

He Jiao was standing next to the door with a bag of barbecue. When Lan Qing turned and walked past him, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Why do you punish me if the door can be reinstalled?" money?"

Lan Qing asked back, "Who told you to kick him?"

He Jiao: "..."

He Jiao couldn't laugh or cry, 2300...

After Lan Qing left, Xu Zihao whispered to him, "God will bless you."

For the next half an hour, Song Feiyang and the three of them beat and beat, straightened the deformed door buckle, and installed the door there.

He Jiao sat cross-legged on the bed, watching the three of them install the door, while eating the packed barbecue.

This picture is inexplicably joyful.

In the middle of the night that night, He Jiao fell asleep, and the three of them quietly gathered together.

"I don't like this newcomer, we have to find a way to drive him away." Song Feiyang said.

Li Dinghai nodded, "This kind of exchange student must be a good student. He is quite ruthless. He is not the same as us. It is best not to live in the same dormitory, otherwise he will report to the teacher if we do something. what to do?"

"That's right, I don't want to be fined to write a 1-word self-criticism." Chen Yuanfeng said.

No one wants to write a 1-word review, but how can we drive this person away?

In the early morning of the second day, at first, Song Feiyang and the others came to the training ground by stepping on the spot.

But early this morning, the three of them got up very early and left the dormitory sneakily.

Just thinking about letting the new kid oversleep.

Because they know all too well that oversleeping is a horrible thing.

He Jiao was still jet-lagged, and at 6:50 in the morning, the wake-up music started.

However, He Jiao, who has always been unshakable in sleep, can't hear it at all.

At 7:15, the assembly bell rang.

He Jiao still slept soundly.

At 7:20, people from the Disciplinary Inspection Department began to check the dormitories one by one. Anyone who has not woken up will be cruelly punished.

Lan Qing lives on the third floor, so he is responsible for getting up on the third floor. The doors of every room are open, only the door of 3 is still closed;

Lan Qing took out the spare key and directly opened the door and came in.

As soon as he came in, he saw that half of the quilt on He Jiao's bed had fallen off, and his thin, white leg was hanging by the bed, sleeping soundly, still drooling.

Lan Qing walked to his bedside position, picked up the whistle hanging on his chest, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The deafening whistle rang right next to He Jiao's head.

He Jiao was awakened, and he jumped up from the bed. He had one leg hanging beside the bed, lost his balance suddenly, and fell down.

He hurriedly tried to grab the bed, but couldn't catch anything.

"Ahhhhh!!"

He Jiao was rolled down together, and Lan Qing reached out his hand reflexively to catch him.

He Jiao suddenly grabbed something and hugged him tightly, thankfully he didn't fall to the ground, he turned his head and found that it was Lan Qing who was hugging him, or the princess!

"Morning..." He Jiao smiled awkwardly. He knew what happened to his naturally curly hair when he first woke up. Now he must be messed up, like a poodle!

Lan Qing gave him a cold look, and ruthlessly threw him on the ground.

"Ouch..." He Jiao held his aching buttocks and looked at him inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

"What time is it? Still not up? What are you talking about?"

While talking, Lan Qing kicked his ass, "Get up!"

He Jiao stood up pitifully, the quilt fell down, and he only had a pair of SpongeBob SquarePants underpants.

He didn't even figure out what was going on, Lan Qing tore off his black training suit hanging at the end of the bed and threw it on his face.

"You have 1 minute to wash and dress!"

"What will happen if the time is over?" He Jiao asked.

"A 1-word review, plus 10 laps of the court."

"Damn it!" He Jiao yelled, and quickly threw away his clothes and rushed into the bathroom. It's fine if you don't brush your teeth and wash your face, you have to urinate the night before!

Then he came out in a hurry and put on his clothes, pants and shoes. A minute had passed. Lan Qing stood in front of him and said without sympathy, "1-word self-criticism, 1 laps of the football field."

"Don't be like this... I'm a first-time offender, can you give me a chance? I really don't know. I must get up early tomorrow, please!"

"30 laps."

He Jiao took a deep breath and said angrily, "Give you a cross!"

"40 laps."

Luckily, He Jiao sat by the bed, "Anyway, it's already 40 laps, so I'll go later."

"Your attitude needs to be corrected." Lan Qing turned around and left after speaking.

He Jiao thought that this was the end of the matter, he was getting up to brush his teeth, but who knew that Lan Qing went and came back, with an extra hemp rope in his hand, and two small iron rings at one end of the hemp rope.

"What do you want?" He Jiao saw him coming over with that thing, and immediately backed away and hid in the bathroom.

Lan Qing came over in two strides and squeezed into the bathroom, tied the hemp rope around his waist, buckled the two small iron rings, and fastened them dead.

That little hoop is still a combination lock!

Lan Qing tied the other end of the hemp rope around her waist.

He turned around and walked out, and He Jiao was dragged out like this.

"You... don't you look ugly?" He Jiao tugged at the hemp rope around his waist. This hemp rope was as thick as two fingers, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break it.

Lan Qing just dragged him to the practice ground, and then everyone looked at him, a foreigner with messy curly hair, who was dragged here by the president of their student union.

This scene is quite familiar to everyone. When many of them first entered the school, they violated discipline, refused to accept control, and insisted on being a rebellious teenager.

It was Lan Qing who dragged him to the training ground like this.

Those students who had been punished all looked at He Jiao with sympathy.

What follows is bound to be a very tragic scene.

"Is that new? He looks so handsome!"

"He's a little milk dog type, kinda cute."

"Why is he so white? Is he white?"

"I heard it's a Chinese-Russian mixed race."

"No wonder it looks so good, why do I think our president is pulling him, this picture is a bit beautiful?"

"Could it be that what our president is pulling is love?"