When you shout again, the feces will splash into your mouth.

This reminder is really conscientious, but it's really too late.

As Fang Yumei and Xi Ruzhu screamed in panic, they could not avoid the white and yellow things sprayed them all over their bodies and mouths.

What's even more strange is that although the students in Nanshan Class were hiding far away, they were splashed on their bodies, especially those who just agreed with Fang Yumei, were most infected.

On the contrary, Xi Zuer, Wei Yang, and Zhang Bin were all in the vicinity.

Wei Yang couldn't help but sigh: "I have seen someone robbing money, but I have never seen someone robbing manure."

Zhang Bin: "I just thought that Zuer wouldn't let me eat x on the live broadcast, so I carried it to the school garden to make flower fat."

Xi Zuer nodded lightly: "Yeah, really wastes flower fat."

Fang Yumei and others were sprayed with a mouthful of feces: "..."

If you eat x, you will be despised and wasteful.

Zhenzhen can't tell you how hard he is!

==

The scene of Fang Yumei and others spraying feces in the corridor was just captured by the camera, and inexplicably played on the screens of each class.

It was class time, but these classrooms were in full swing.

Fang Yumei has always been the most fashionable among female teachers in the school. She is bold and Western in style and has always been chased by a group of male teachers.

At this moment, the male teachers were about to vomit and regretted that they had been a licking dog.

The Donghai class was even more laughing and celebrating:

"She calls us trash all day long, she's not even trash, she's just a bunch of xx!"

"Zhang Bin is a good person. The prodigal son will never change his gold. I forgive you!"

"Oh, where did the Ancestor sister go? Why haven't she come back yet?"

Xi Zuer pushed the door open and entered.

Everyone surrounded them happily: "Little ancestor..."

I want to share with her the exciting scene of the live video just now.

Who knows.

Xi Zuer looked serious: "I want to study."

Everyone: "..."

Silently retreat.

Oh my God, even the little ancestors are about to start learning, do they still dare to play?

However.

When everyone just returned to their seats and grabbed the book.

But he found Xi Zuer leaning lazily on the seat, with her eyebrows and eyes curled, and her eyes were fixed, facing the blue bloody emperor on her tender white wrists.

A smile in my eyes is bright and melodious!

Is this... sure it's learning?

The little crow glanced at him: The little ancestor was really learning.

I saw her reading carefully, Bo Gucheng's reply on her watch—

"When you get up, you can tidy your slender hands, you can expose your thick flowers, and you can sweat and light clothes... This sentence tells you that girls are swinging, holding your little hands, thick, and long ropes are inevitably tired."

"I am like a pipa and hugging you, letting you break and play with Gong Shang... Think about whether it is considered to be folded when I hold you while holding you, holding your knee with your arm?"

"The flowers, the paths have never been swept by guests, and the purse door is now open for you... The original flavor is very good, there is no need to clean it, it is interesting to break straight into the courtyard."

The man patiently replied to the questionable poems one by one, like a very competent extracurricular tutor.

Xi Zuer looked at it and relaxed her face, and suddenly realized: "It's so artistic. She swings, hugs, and breaks into the courtyard in its original flavor... The children who write poems are so romantic."

The little crow peeked at him for a few times and couldn't help but communicate with Fuxiqin: "Hey, do you understand the conversation?"

Fuxiqin replied to him with his eyes: I can't understand it. But I can feel that this breeding object is a very deep and introverted and gentle scum, commonly known as an old, a gangster! However, if my head is still there, he will definitely not be able to beat my head, because the head does not read or recites poetry, and finds the little ancestor he likes, and he will definitely not talk nonsense and opens his pants and is just a gander (gan)!

The little crow glared at him fiercely: "So your head deserves no place to die!"

How could his noble ancestor be blasphemed at will?
Chapter completed!