Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"In short, Chuxia, you go back to class first. We can solve this problem by ourselves." Xiao Mingluo stretched out his hand and patted An Chuxia on the shoulder to show comfort.

Although he said very lightly to An Chuxia, she could keenly catch the solemnity of Xiao Mingluo's eyes.

This matter is certainly not as easy to solve as Xiao Mingluo said. Is it okay to rely on only three of them?

"You go back to class." Han Qilu took An Chuxia's hand: "This is an order, Maid An."

The order... is to be followed.

Although she wanted to help them, in the end, she couldn't help anyone else.

Just when she was about to leave here, the people in the music classroom were pushed away rudely. The door panel hit the wall with a heavy muffled noise.

"Why aren't you in the classroom during class time?" The visitor was the dean of academic affairs, and several school faculty and staff followed him.

Obviously, it is definitely not a coincidence that these people are in this place at this time.

Do you want to start? The game of killing chickens and monkeys...

A sharp cold light flashed through Han Qilu's eyes. He pursed his lips and strode forward: "I said... You are not in the office during class time. Why do you come to my site?"

It's impossible!

This word to describe Han Qilu can no longer be described as "in place".

The students dared to say such things to them, and the expressions on the faces of several people deteriorated. The instructor coughed and said with a dignified manner: "We are going to clean up the old classroom, which is about to be converted into a data room for stacking teaching materials, you guys, hurry up and give me back to the classroom!"

When he said this, An Chuxia noticed that several teachers, including the dean of education, had their fists tight. This shows that they are... very nervous?

"I don't feel well, so I stay here for a while, so I don't plan to go back to the classroom." Han Qilu stepped on the chair with one foot, and said contemptuously with one hand resting on his chin, "Unless you carry me back."

"You..." The instructor was anxious, Han Qilu's difficulty was not generally high, and it was precisely because of this that they had to start from Han Qilu's side.

Cold sweat was drawn from the forehead of the instructor.

"You!" The dean of instruction stretched out his hand to An Chuxia, and said with a stern face: "Hurry up and give me back to the classroom?"

It is too difficult to treat Han Qilu as an early bird. In order to save face, the dean of course has to choose someone like An Chuxia who is relatively easy to deal with.

But he missed one item!

Han Qilu pulled her through An Chuxia with one hand, and pulled her behind him, and said with a cold face to the dean of teaching, "No one can point to her except me. Even my mother treats her as her own daughter. Your status and status Taller than my mother."

The dean's face turned black in an instant. He has forgotten the relationship between An Chuxia and Han Qilu, the relationship between An Chuxia and the Han family, and even that An Chuxia's foster father is An Yishan!

In this way, he offended almost everyone who could offend.

But now that the matter has come to this point, he slammed his heart, simply broke the jar, frowned, and said to Han Qilu with a serious face: "You guys are absent from class, chatting and smoking here. This makes sense? You guys, since you don't want to In class, everyone will give me a run on the playground! You can’t stop until get out of class is over!”

"Director." Ling Hanyu approached the dean of teaching with a smile on his face, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, are we a penalty run?"

Even Han Qilu was punished and the others would settle down. The teaching director rolled his eyes and nodded decisively: "Of course. Absence from class. I don't remember that you are absent from class and only punish you for running. This is the greatest tolerance for you.

"Oh?" Ling Hanyu nodded again and again, with a smile on his face unabated: "A few of us have low lives, and it's okay to run to death. But I remember that the last time Qilu was given a penalty run was in the third grade of elementary school. At that time he was ignorant and mixed chalk ash into a teacher's drinking glass, so the teacher punished him to run around the playground. Then guess what?"

Dou Da's cold sweat slipped from the dean's forehead, and several faculty and staff standing behind him swallowed fiercely.

There was even a timid teacher who said with a trembling voice: "I didn't punishing you to run..."

Not to mention Han Qilu, even if Ling Hanyu loses half of his hair, the Ling family's special police will never let them go.

The dean of instructing gave the timid teacher a fierce look, then took a deep breath, and summoned the courage to say: "Did I make you a penalty run and make a mistake? Why don't you go?!"

"Don't hurry up" these four words are strong, and this time the dean is completely free from it. Han Qilu knows that all those who are so afraid of death dare to do so, which shows that the pressure exerted by "above" is not small.

Mount Anyi...

The corner of Han Qilu's mouth evoked a cold arc, and then took the lead in the front, and several others had to keep up.

Even when Han Qilu had gone out, An Chuxia had to bite the bullet and follow. This is not the first time she has experienced a penalty run, so she should exercise!

The arm was suddenly imprisoned.

An Chuxia stopped abruptly and turned to look at the hand holding her arm—that was the hand of the dean of teaching.

The dean of teaching looked at An Chuxia with a sad look and said, "Chuxia classmate, do you think...Is the teacher doing too much this time?"

If in an ordinary school, absenteeism and openly provoking the teacher, penalty running is a trivial matter. An Chuxia gave a dry smile: "No, teacher, we did something wrong. Let's go for a run now, I hope the teacher can forgive us..."

Hearing what An Chuxia said, the teacher's expression barely eased.

"Then can I go, teacher?" An Chuxia asked carefully, looking at the dean's face. She is not Han Qilu, she can't lose the politeness that a student should have.

"Of course you can. Go, go." The instructor nodded repeatedly, while the other teachers wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads with their hands.

An Chuxia just walked out of the music classroom, and the three Han Qilu had already been running on the playground. It would be more appropriate to use "walking" to describe it as running. Seeing An Chuxia appearing on the playground, three people ran over.

Ling Hanyu took the lead and asked: "Why are you here? The old man dare to let you run?"

"Even you have to run away, of course I have to come here too." An Chuxia said without opening her face, complaining: "I blame you all, what do you say to the teacher!"

"You don't understand." Han Qilu wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows, and said with cold eyes: "Even if we don't talk back, they will catch it sooner or later."