"What's going on?" The class leader asked in astonishment when she saw the remains of the plastic film on Xiao Qin's desk and the mask I already wore, "Why did you let Xiao Qin take off her mask?"
Xiao Qin completely ignored the class leader who was standing next to her. She scribbled on her exercise book and whispered:
"The second female lead is a baddie with really long hair and a heart like a snake …"
I took out ten yuan and gave it to the class leader: "Xiao Qin's brain is flooded again, I can't even stop her. I'll pay for her mask. "
Although I said 'everything I have is free to you' before, Xiao Qin seems to enjoy me paying for her. It might make her feel like I'm taking care of her.
The class leader took the money without saying anything and planned to record it on her notebook that already had a lot of names written on it.
The original manuscript was very soft and there was nothing padding on the back, so it was hard to write. The class leader looked at Xiao Qin's desk, it was filled with pencils, erasers, rulers, and carrots. It had the style of an abstract painting school.
I knew the class leader wanted to find a table to use as a cushion to write on, so I generously pointed to my flat desk.
I'm not sure what the class leader was thinking, but she actually rejected my good intentions. It was as if we would be too close if she wrote on my desk and it might give me a chance to take advantage of her.
Who would take advantage of you! You're wearing an ordinary summer school uniform — a snow-white shirt and a navy blue knee-length skirt — that looks a little too small on you. It's tight around your chest, but it doesn't cover your knees. Your long hair even exudes the faint scent of green apple shampoo … But this isn't the right time to flirt with you, right? The last time we accidentally kissed each other, it was just a simple accident. Why are you so sure that I have bad intentions towards you? I just spoke up for you in front of everyone!
Even so, the class leader didn't want to write crooked words on the bill. She suddenly had an idea. She bent her left leg and carefully tucked in the hem of her skirt to prevent it from sliding down her slender white thigh. Then she stood on one leg like a proud crane. I propped the manuscript on my left leg and looked down to write down my name and the fee amount.
Class leader, you think you're smart! I might as well write on my desk! Do you think men only stare at breasts? You're very inexperienced in this area! I have a friend who likes to admire the less private parts of a woman because he watches too many hardcore things, such as the neck, shoulder, collarbone, waist, hands, feet …
That's right, according to convention, when people said this, they were referring to themselves.
That's why you used your long legs as a temporary desk, but it gave me a great opportunity to admire your silky legs and the mesmerizing shape of your knees. I had an evil wish that the skirt on my knees would slide down!
Well, the class leader's hand was very strong. It only took a few seconds for her to write my name. My delusion quickly burst like a soap bubble.
After the class leader left, Xiao Qin was still setting up the second female lead's character. She muttered to herself:
"The second female lead keeps showing off her long legs in front of the male lead, it makes the male lead's perverted nostrils even bigger …"
Whose nostrils are bigger! If your desk wasn't so messy, the class leader would have used your desk as a cushion to write!
During lunch break, every class had a discussion about the mask incident. We found out that class 2-3 had the most idiots. They actually had 10 people fall for it and they were ranked first in the number of people who bought the school masks.
But for some reason (maybe it was because the masks were bought from the vice-principal's relative), the number of masks bought this time was linked to the hygiene evaluation. That's why our class got the hygiene red flag that we lost for a week.
Some people saw the class leader lying on her desk during lunch break, using a textbook to cover her face. Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't make any sounds.
"Is she secretly crying because she felt wronged?"
A girl said worriedly, "Now that I think about it, we went overboard this morning. Why should the class leader take responsibility for the school's mistakes?"
The boys who were the class leader's loyal dogs admitted that they had failed in their duties and wanted to commit seppuku. They never thought about the fact that they only know how to follow Niu ShiLi and cause a ruckus. Niu ShiLi wasn't in a good state today, so they immediately lost their backbone.
But Loud Mouth told me that the class leader actually hid her face behind her book and laughed because she accidentally received the hygiene red flag.
Does she care that much about collective honor? As long as the collective receives honor, does it matter if you feel wronged?
The first class in the afternoon was history. Since my phone was almost out of battery, I didn't dare to use it to go online. I could only listen to the history teacher ramble on about how the Boxers rushed into Beijing, robbed every merchant they saw, and killed every priest they saw.
"Hmph, what I'm talking about isn't going to be tested, but you guys still have to understand the truth of history!"
As usual, the history teacher left the podium and paced back and forth in the classroom. He made everyone feel uneasy and they couldn't focus on their homework or play Fruit Ninja.
"Students, does anyone know why the Boxers robbed merchants?"
Eunuch Cao raised his hand and spoke: "I know! There's money in the merchants! "
The history teacher happily waved his hand for Eunuch Cao to sit down. Eunuch Cao muttered in a low voice: "You can call for chickens after robbing them …"
"Then." The history teacher said again, "Do you guys know why the Boxers killed priests?"
Niu ShiLi, who was extremely tired and sleeping on the table for the first time in a hundred years, answered in a daze, "Because the priest can heal …"
The students immediately burst into laughter. The history teacher spent a lot of effort to calm everyone down. He called out Niu ShiLi's name a few times, but Niu ShiLi didn't respond at all.
Since Niu ShiLi was usually a good student, the history teacher didn't want to have a bad relationship with him, so he could only awkwardly say: "Niu ShiLi classmate seems to have fainted today. Let's continue talking about how the Boxers focused fire on priests …"
I was exposed! Why did the history teacher use the term 'focused fire'? I heard from Xiao Ding from the pet hospital that a lot of the guild leaders and group leaders in online games are all extremely bored middle-aged uncles — — so it was you! Are you going to lead more than 20 little brothers in a dungeon while preparing for our lessons?
When it came to computer class, Eunuch Cao and I occupied the last row as usual. Also, according to our agreement last time, he had to teach me PS skills step by step.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie — — Master, you're of noble character and unquestionable integrity, so I brought some PS materials from home for you to practice with!"
I was afraid he would take out photos of the girls in our class and the covers of Japanese AV actresses. I was already prepared to give him a good beating, but I didn't expect the photos he copied from the USB were half-body photos of the entire class. Not only the girls, but also the boys.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie, Master, I found these photos from the class QQ group. It took a lot of effort, but it can be said that it shows the most energetic side of class 2-3!"
I didn't fully believe his words. The photos of the girls were indeed taken at the best angle and lighting. Even Loud Mouth and Little Smart were able to give off the feeling of being fat and thin, but the guys, on the other hand, seemed a bit weird.
No, to be exact, it was a bit evil. Among the boys Loud Mouth collected, I don't know why they were all taken in bad lighting, had a different expression, or had a stomachache on the day of the photo. In short, none of them looked like good people.
Niu ShiLi's backlit photo made him look like a loan shark. My photo with the corner of my mouth slightly raised (I didn't join the class QQ group, who knows how Eunuch Cao got this photo) made me look like a professional killer.
Of course, there were also photos of Eunuch Cao himself. He was smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, but anyone could tell that he looked more like a bad person than anyone else.
"Master, you can remove the characters from the background as your first step in learning PS. I'll guide you from the side!"
I hesitantly started trimming the first photo. I didn't know what Eunuch Cao was planning, but I felt like there was a huge conspiracy behind it.
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