Xueba's sweet wife is super cute

Chapter 12 012: The writing is not good, call the parents
"Who is the one who beats people? It's so awesome." At the door, Li Chenggong sighed and asked Qin Yuan excitedly, "Brother Yuan, did you see his feet just now? He's so handsome. He just looks like he's practicing. from."

Qin Yuan: "...hehe."

He didn't bother to deal with this bastard, turned his head and asked Zhen Mingzhu: "Aren't you scared?"

Zhen Mingzhu was still thinking about beating the boy, so she said something irrelevant to Qin Yuan: "I went to the bathroom just now, and he was seduced and kissed by the girl at the front desk. The scene was very voluptuous and passionate."

Qin Yuan: "...so?"

Looking at Zhen Mingzhu's pensive look, his ears blushed for some reason, he turned his head and coughed, suppressing the wild thoughts in his heart.

Walking beside them, Rao Li's eyes flushed with grievance, and she slowly fell behind.When the boy hit someone, he didn't hurt Zhen Mingzhu at all, but Qin Yuan immediately stood sideways to protect her, and took good care of her when he came out.On the other hand, my boyfriend didn't take himself seriously at all.

It took Xu Mengze a while to realize that Rao Li was too far behind, so he turned his head and shouted, "Hurry up."

Seeing that the others were about to turn their heads, Rao Li bit her lip and walked to Xu Mengze's side, and said in a low voice, "I don't think you have me in your heart."

Xu Mengze was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with you?"

Rao Li suddenly broke out: "What's wrong with me? You asked me to come out to play, and you didn't teach me how to play when we got there. That boy threw himself on my back during the fight just now, so you don't care!"

Xu Mengze was inexplicable: "That's what you want to come out, right? Didn't I ask you if you want to dance? You said you were too dazzled and didn't want to play. Oh, do you want me to teach you how to talk about QQ? Besides, in case of emergencies, I Can you think of it?"

"Then you didn't say a word afterwards."

"Are you all right?"

"..." Rao Li choked with anger, the tears in her eyes were about to fall, when she suddenly heard an angry roar from the side, "Stop, you guys!"

As soon as she turned her head, tears frightened her back.

Yan Zheng was riding a big, semi-old bicycle. He didn't know where he was going at first, but now he stopped to look at them from across the street. His face was covered with black clouds, and four words were clearly written on his face. Big characters "How can this be reasonable!"

"...I'm sub-Ao!"

"The enemy's road is narrow, fuck it."

"Brother Yuan..."

Qin Yuan turned his head to look at Li Chenggong, shrugged and smiled at him.

*
School, first floor.

Yan Zheng paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and finally stopped abruptly in front of Rao Li, and asked in a low voice, "Name, age, class."

Rao Li was so regretful that her intestines were green, she called out in a trembling voice, "Director Yan—"

"Answer question."

"Grade [-], Rao Li."

"What are you doing?"

"I, I, I..." Rao Li didn't have any experience in this matter, she watched the questions and answers as if she was interrogating a prisoner, and her voice suddenly turned into tears, "Director, I know I was wrong, I won't do it next time." Dare."

"Is there a next time?!" Yan Zheng glared at her with a livid face, and then turned his eyes around Qin Yuan and the others. Seeing that they all looked like dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water, they were immediately overwhelmed with anger Fuming, he reprimanded Rao Li, "Who asked you to hang out with them in a decent manner? Do you have the conditions? Can your parents arrange for you to go abroad for gold plating as soon as you arrive in the third year of high school? I think you are also gentle and quiet. Quiet, it’s not good to learn something, huh? Read the [-]-word self-criticism to me on the radio tomorrow morning, and call the parents next time!”

"director!"

"Did you hear that?"

Rao Li burst into tears: "Got it."

"Go back to class."

Yan Zheng dealt with her neatly before turning his attention to the others.

Zhen Mingzhu looked up at him, with a bright smile on her face: "Director, I'm not good at writing, why don't I just call my parents?"

"Pfft!" The other three burst out laughing, and demanded without fear of death, "Director, we are not good at writing, so let's just call our parents."

"..." Yan Zheng was too angry to speak.

He is familiar with the situation of these second generation ancestors.Those two from the Qin family never came, and the little secretary was as slippery as a loach.Not to mention the other three families, all of them have been put down, and the children are spoiled, so the school should take care of it and educate them well.

Look, look, look, the school is to blame for any problems.

Yan Zheng's face straightened: "Everyone, write me an [-]-character self-criticism, and read it on the radio tomorrow."

"what?"

"Ah what?" He snarled, and said with a straight face, "Don't think I don't know the little things in your heart. You have nothing to worry about, do you?"

The four people in front of him lowered their heads and laughed.

God gave them a good father, so don't they have nothing to fear?
Yan Zheng was also really a little dizzy. For a long time, he changed his tone of adverbial earnestness, and said in a deliberative way: "Okay, I'm too lazy to care about your little troubles. Just one point, don't lead other students into the ditch. Do you know! Not everyone has a good old man like you!"

When the words fell to the ground, he stared at Zhen Mingzhu and asked, "Do you understand?"

Zhen Mingzhu answered loudly: "Reporting Director, I got it—"

Yan Zheng met her black and white eyes, clear and shining eyes, and sighed, not wanting to waste any more saliva, he waved them away with a big hand.

*
Senior three, class one.

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the quiet classroom.

They are self-study classes for the last two periods in the afternoon. In this period, the teacher left after a while, and the students also realized that the classroom was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Yan Zheng's loud voice scolded people outside, but it was the same as in the morning. They could hear the movement clearly. Naturally, someone thought of Zhen Mingzhu's confession again, and said with a low smile while doing the questions: "Little girl It was pretty fun."

Isn't it?

Lively, agile, and unassuming, the voice is as crisp as a lark.

The third year of senior high school is full of studies, and their daily life is as boring as a mass of stagnant water. It's really hard to stop laughing at such a small wave suddenly turned up.At this moment, someone whispered another incident: "I heard that it's only lively at lunch time. The little beauty said that our monitor is very rude."

"Ha, what's going on, tell me, tell me."

Soon, the scene in the small shop at lunch time became the flavoring agent for the boring classroom of the top students in the third class of senior high school. When a few people added fuel and vinegar to it, it made many people laugh, and they even looked away when they whispered and laughed. Looking at Cheng Yanning, it's a pity that their squad leader is still expressionless and cold, even blocking their jokes.

In the front row, Zhen Mingxin breathed a sigh of relief and looked away.

Song Anru glanced at her at the side, thinking of her obvious displeasure in the morning, she wisely didn't speak again, only chuckled in her heart.

(End of this chapter)