return to the third grade

Chapter 135

"That's the reason," Ling Xiaoxiao snapped her fingers: "You are doing something bad with good intentions. Your biggest problem is that you don't know cross talk."

Hearing what she said, Zhou Shao subconsciously wanted to refute, and Ling Xiaoxiao raised her hand: "Don't object in a hurry, just review the cross talk you have heard carefully, is there any words as gorgeous as yours?"

Zhou Shao stopped talking, and lowered his head for a long time before shaking his head depressedly. Ling Xiaoxiao asked him again: "Then do you think vulgar words are more funny, or do you think such beautiful words can make people laugh?"

Zhou Shao was very depressed holding his revised manuscript. He was a second-hand representative of the Chinese class. He was selected because Ling Xiaoxiao was the representative of the English class first. I was very dissatisfied, and always felt that I was no worse than her. These days, I have been thinking about relying on this manuscript to make myself proud, but it turned out to be even more embarrassing.

"That's what I said just now that you don't understand cross talk. Vulgar words don't mean they can't be thought-provoking. Cross talk is meant to explain things while laughing and cursing. There are many forms of artistic expression. You will understand after a while." The bell rang for class , Ling Xiaoxiao turned around and confessed: "After the exam, I will have more time, so I will make the next revision, and I will bring it to you when I make the revision."

Brother Zhen turned around and looked at Zhou Shaoyi with a grin: "I said you should continue to think about how to chase girls. Just leave this kind of advanced knowledge to us Xiaoxiao. The rich second generation should look like a rich second generation." Well."

Zhou Shao fell on his back in anger. . .

Ling Xiaoxiao has been thinking about how to change her lines for the past few days. If she doesn’t change the theme, she has to play the role of teasing herself. Mr. Zhou’s whole body is full of the spirit of “I’m a rich second generation”, which will make people very entertaining , but, if you still make jokes by yourself, how should you save that great mother image?She didn't want to be taken care of by Ling's mother after returning home. . .

Ling Xiaoxiao changed for a long time, and found that not only did she fail to save the image of her mother in the lines, but she went further and further on the road of smearing. . .Although it is even more funny after the modification, she still thought about whether to say something at the beginning: This story is purely fictitious, if the similarity is purely coincidental, please don't take it for granted.

Ling Xiaoxiao wrote the new lines and handed them to Zhou Shao. Zhou Shao wanted to laugh and hold back after reading it, his expression was extremely distorted, and it took him a long time to say a word: "When will we match the lines?"

"Let's find a physical education class or lunch time. The lines have not changed much, so there is no need to take up too much time."

"Oh, okay." Zhou Shao lay on the table like a little daughter-in-law, her face was full of injuries, Ling Xiaoxiao completely ignored his tricks, took Brother Zhen's hand and started chatting affectionately.

Nie Wan and Yao Manni's program was also selected to perform at the party. The four people in the dormitory will show their faces in the grades at that time, which is definitely a gratifying thing.Nie Wan and Yao Manni were discussing what clothes to wear on the 11th. Brother Zhen flipped through his exercise clothes and found them old and worn, so he called Mama Dong to send the new clothes from home.

Ling Xiaoxiao happily watched them busy with their work, young people, don't make troubles at this time, will they make troubles when they are old?At that time, dancing a square dance will be disliked by others, and living an old life will be pointed at, so it is better to live a happy life every day now.

After being depressed for two days, Zhou Shao revived with full blood, and became the young man who made Ling Xiaoxiao want to slap him to death. He shook the back of Ling Xiaoxiao's chair and discussed with her: "Xiaoxiao, what should we wear on the 11th? Why don't you wear robes, it doesn't look right for you if you wear them."

Ling Xiaoxiao was dizzy from being shaken, she turned her head and looked at him: "Then what do you want to wear?"

"I celebrated my birthday some time ago, and my dad gave me a white suit. It was tailor-made, and it looks super handsome. Do you think it's okay for me to wear this?" Zhou Shao shamelessly began to act coquettishly at Ling Xiaoxiao.

"You wear a suit, what about me? What am I wearing?" Ling Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"You, you can wear a long skirt and a cheongsam, but you seem to be a little shriveled and can't hold it up." Zhou Shao said, his voice became softer and softer, because Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes were already so sharp that he wanted to scratch him.

"Again, what do you think I should wear?" Ling Xiaoxiao squeezed out these words from between her teeth, and said them one by one.

Zhou Shao swallowed nervously: "You can wear whatever you say, I have absolutely nothing to say, okay?"

"I asked you to wear a cheongsam and you also wear it?"

"..." Zhou Shao wanted to cry, why did he talk cheap without paying attention.

What Ling Xiaoxiao hates most is when others attack her figure. She pinched her nose and drank so much fish soup, but she didn't make up for it. Even Brother Zhen's figure is better than hers. She was already very depressed, but when someone said it to her face It's not a matter of depression.

Ling Xiaoxiao decided to go back and continue to change her lines, she must use the energy to slander Ling's mother to smear this son-in-law!Zhou Shao wanted to cry, but looked at Ling Xiaoxiao's sinister eyes, his intuition told him that he must die.

"Xiaoxiao, I was wrong, please forgive me, I was really wrong. I will not dare to do it next time..." Although Zhou Shao always called himself my son, but for his sake, it is still the same. It's quite embarrassing, he speaks in a crying voice, and hugs his thigh again, that temperament, really, using the word wretched is just a compliment to him.

Ling Xiaoxiao was still a little angry at first, but seeing him now, if she really wanted to continue to be angry, it would not be worth it for her. Mr. Zhou doesn't even want his image, so she has nothing to worry about. . .

"The robe we wore last time was pretty good. You can find someone to make the one I wear smaller. You should save that suit of yours when you chase after little girls." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at his appearance Seeing that he still wanted to refute, he said, "This is an activity organized by the school. You dress up like a peacock courting a mate. Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Hahaha," Brother Zhen's wanton laughter came from next to his ear. Brother Zhen patted his thigh and laughed loudly: "Xiaoxiao, I found that there is a characteristic of good Chinese, that is, when summarizing, the words will be very good. Accurate, you just said Zhou Shao's words are both correct, he really looks like a peacock courting a mate, hahahaha."

Brother Zhen couldn't even straighten his waist at the side, and Zhou Shao's deskmate Guo Guo was also lying on the table, smiling silently with his face turned away from Zhou Shao, but he endured a little hard work, and his shoulders shook. trembling.

Zhou Shao accidentally said the wrong thing just now, even if Ling Xiaoxiao laughed at him now, he didn't dare to refute, but he was very wronged in his heart, looking at Ling Xiaoxiao with the same eyes as an angry little daughter-in-law, which made Ling Xiaoxiao all over goosebumps.

Does this person have the self-consciousness of being a rich second generation? Looking at other people, he can shout "my dad is just X" when he bumps into someone. How come he is like this when he comes here? If there is someone He can hold a handkerchief in his mouth. . .

(End of this chapter)