Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 1078
What a "must kneel even if you refuse to accept".

Xi Rubao slapped the table with a smile, and immediately answered: "Sister, it seems that they were the ones who uttered nonsense just now, what a retribution hahaha!"

Amidst the bright laughter, Xi Zuer's face was light: "It seems that there is another sentence... what is it? My ancestors don't remember clearly."

Xi Rubao was very smart, and immediately blurted out: "They also said that the garbage should stay in the trash can."

Can't it, can't it, these scumbags are dirty, and they are punished by Yanling so soon?
While she was reporting to Xi Zuer, she felt really apprehensive and looking forward to it. She had really seen the power of words, and really wanted to know if it would be applied to these people.

The classroom was in chaos at the moment, everyone was talking about Chu Qiaoen when he saw the poster with his face covered in embarrassment, and he knelt on the podium inexplicably.

"Sun Yunyun, Sun Yunyun, where did you die and why don't you come and help me!" The seniors around her had already fled to the corridor, and Chu Qiaoen could only call out her best friend to help out in frustration.

Sun Yunyun, who was sitting in the first row of the classroom, looked embarrassed and stood up quickly, ready to help.

Who knows.

As soon as he stepped out of his legs, he heard a muffled "plop".

Chu Qiaoen, who was kneeling on the podium, somehow tilted his body and fell towards the trash can next to him.

No luck, no luck, head stuck in the trash can!
"Uh... um... Yun... Hurry up..." Chu Qiaoen's ears and the poster wrapped around his head were stuck tightly by the edge of the trash can, and he couldn't break free. He opened his mouth to call for help but ate a mouthful of garbage, and then The paste that was thrown into the trash can by the senior sister was all over her head and face, and some tissues that were stained with phlegm, snot or something were stuffed into her mouth, nose and eyes...

collapse!

The noisy discussion in the classroom was immediately silenced because of this unexpected scene.

Sun Yunyun blushed all over her face, she raised her raised foot and put it back silently, pretending she didn't hear or see it.

She doesn't want to go on stage, she can't afford to lose this person, and she doesn't want to be ridiculed as "Chu Qiaoen's best friend who eats garbage" wherever she goes in the future...

In silence.

Suddenly there was a series of abnormal noises outside the corridor, followed by thumping sounds, which were somewhat similar to the sound of Chu Qiaoen falling into the trash can just now.

Everyone looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but saw that the seniors who had just rushed out the door were staggering and fleeing in a hurry in the corridor, but all of them staggered uncontrollably and fell to the ground.

In front of each classroom door in the corridor, there are small plastic trash cans.

As if preparing for them, he accurately caught the fallen seniors.

At the moment, the seniors are wearing trash cans on their heads, which is really embarrassing and funny.

But no one in the classroom dared to laugh.

I just felt like a sword was hanging above my head, and my neck was icy cold.

Xi Rubao took a breath of cold air, opened his mouth and closed it again, silently thinking in awe in his heart: "Yan Ling, Yan Ling, you are so clever!"

Garbage, as expected, should stay in the trash can.

The wild words of killing oneself are indeed going to be fulfilled in oneself.

"It's just a pity that Qianman's poster..." She couldn't help being a little bit aggrieved when she thought of Wu Qianman's poster being torn up and thrown into the trash can by these bastards.

But he looked up.

On the bulletin board, isn't it the poster of Wu Qianman Nuwa Empress in disguise?

perfect.

Burning and shining.

Xi Rubao rubbed his eyes. Although Mr. Wu's poster was pasted on Chu Qiaoen's face and went into the trash can, it's true, but how could Wu Qianman's poster...

Damn, does Yan Ling still have the function of returning things to their original places?
(End of this chapter)