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

Chapter 166 Master Bo is a Competent and Smoldering Tutor
If you shout again, feces will splash into your mouth.

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

As Fang Yumei and Xi Ruzhu screamed in a panic, it was inevitable that those white and yellow things sprayed all over their bodies and mouths.

What's even more strange is that although the students in the Nanshan class hid far away, they were also splashed a little, especially those who echoed Fang Yumei just now, who were the most contaminated.

On the contrary, Xi Zuer, Wei Yang, and Zhang Bin, who were nearby, were not stained at all.

Wei Yang couldn't help sighing: "I've seen people robbing money, but I haven't seen people robbing dung."

Zhang Bin: "Just now I was thinking that my classmate Zu'er would not let me live broadcast to eat X, so I took it to the school garden to make flower fertilizer."

Xi Zuer nodded lightly: "Yeah, it's really a waste of flowers and fertilizers."

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

If you eat X, you will be disliked and wasted.

It's really hard to tell!

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The scene of Fang Yumei and others spraying manure in the corridor happened to be captured by the camera, and somehow, it was played on the screens of each class.

It was class time, and these classrooms exploded all of a sudden.

Fang Yumei has always been the most fashionable among the female teachers in the school. Her dress is bold and Western-style, and she has always been pursued and praised by a group of male teachers.

At this moment, those male teachers were about to vomit, and they all regretted that they had been licking dogs.

The Donghai class was laughing and celebrating:
"She calls us trash all day long, she's not even trash, she's just a pile of XX!"

"Zhang Bin is good, the prodigal son will not change his money back, I forgive you!"

"Oh, where did Miss Zuzu go, why haven't you come back?"

Xi Zuer pushed the door open and entered.

Everyone gathered around happily: "Little ancestor..."

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

Who knows.

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

Everyone: "..."

Back away silently.

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, they grabbed their books.

But found that Xi Zuer was lazily leaning halfway on the seat, with crooked eyebrows, staring intently at the blue-blooded watch emperor on the tender white wrist.

There is a bright smile in his eyes!
This... are you sure you are studying?
The little crow glanced at it: the little ancestor is really learning.

I saw that she was reading carefully, and on the watch, Bo Gucheng's reply——

"Get up lazily and have slender hands... This sentence is about girls playing on a swing, and it is inevitable that they will be tired from holding the long rope with their little hands."

"A concubine leans into my arms like a lute, letting you turn and play with palace merchants... Think about when I hugged you, my arms rested on your knees, is it considered a turn?"

"The flower X has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you... The original taste is very good, no need to clean, it is very interesting to go straight into the courtyard."

The man is so patient, answering the questionable verses one by one, like a very competent extracurricular tutor.

Xi Zuer looked at it, her pretty face stretched, and she suddenly realized: "It's so artistic, swinging, hugging... A child who writes poetry is so romantic."

The little crow peeked a few times, and couldn't help but communicate with Fu Xiqin: "Hey, do you understand the chatter?"

Fu Xiqin looked back at him: I don't understand.But I can feel that this breeding object is a well-hidden, sullen, gentle scum, commonly known as old, rascal, rascal!But if my master is still there, he will definitely not be able to do my master, because the master does not read or read poems!
The little crow glared at him fiercely: "So your Patriarch deserves to die without a place to die!"

How could the lofty little ancestor of his family be able to blaspheme at will?

From this point of view, the boring boy is pretty good.

　(Jiageng) Bo*tutor*cheng's reply, do you understand?Alas, the goblin who doesn't understand, I can only give practical guidance!

　　In the post-get off work essay, as usual, see you at midnight!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)