Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

The light in the classroom suddenly turned on, and the whole class broke out with a harsh scream.

The head teacher's face looked abnormally hideous under the fluorescent light.

"Where to watch horror movies? You are a political student. As materialistic people, what idealist horror movies do you watch? Don't watch it in the future." The head teacher walked over and turned off the video, drew boos.

"The head teacher is also true. I am afraid of watching ghost movies, and I have to bring out such a high-end atmosphere. It is really speechless!" Philia murmured softly in her ear, and she couldn't laugh.

"There are still fifteen minutes left, everyone should go to the bathroom of this building to change into evening dresses." The head teacher pushed down the golden silk eyes and paused before continuing: "I wanted everyone to go home. When you go back to school, it’s fine to just wear the evening dresses, but considering the slippery road on rainy days, let everyone stay at school. It’s our turn to change the evening dresses."

"Great! I'll tell you at the end of the summer, my evening dress is super beautiful, it can set off my perfect figure!" Philia said, taking the bag and showing it to her.

The head teacher noticed this, and flew over with a cold look: "You two have so much to say, so wait until the other students change it before you change it!"

"Ah?!" Philia pouted, and said pitifully, "I was wrong! Teacher!"

"All the other students go to the bathroom, you two will wait until everyone changes!" said the head teacher in a non-negotiable tone.

Everyone was busy immediately, and the cute boy came to them and gloated and said, "Is it let you talk so much?"

"Fuck!" Philia rolled her eyes severely, and An Chuxia was worried that she would not be able to turn back.

The classroom quickly became empty, leaving only the two of them. Philia kept sighing, regretting why she had so much mouth just now.

"Dear Chuxia, I'm so sorry for making you innocent to lie down with a gun." Philia said pretentiously, wiping non-existent tears.

An Chuxia's mouth bends: "It's okay, I don't mind."

In fact, what she wanted to say was that not only did she not mind, but she also thanked her severely! Anyway, she doesn't have a dress to change, so it's better to take advantage of everyone to go to the gym, she is sneaking to the back of the team, so that everyone's attention will not be attracted and everyone will find that she is wearing a school uniform.

After the other students changed their school uniforms, they didn't go back to the class and went directly to the gym. As a result, Philia became even more anxious, and rushed her to the bathroom.

Within a few minutes, the sound of the door opening sounded from the cubicle, and Philia, who was so confused, didn't realize that when she went to the bathroom, she didn't even hold the dress in her hand. After changing clothes quickly, Philia knocked on An Chuxia's door and urged: "Early summer, is it all right? Seven o'clock has arrived, it's here!"

"Then what..." An Chuxia said hesitantly: "My dress is a bit difficult to wear, you should go first. After all, my process is cumbersome and it takes a long time to wear!"

Philia was silent for a second, and said with great loyalty: "No! I have to wait for you, am I the kind of person who abandons teammates for a party? No!"

When An Chuxia heard this, she almost collapsed in the compartment. When did this girl become so loyal? Don't talk about loyalty like that at critical moments, okay?

She just wanted to cry without tears!

When she was thinking about how to let Philia go first, Philia added: "However, since you sincerely want me to go first, then I will go first! You will come to me later. !"

The voice fell, and the ground sounded hurriedly leaving footsteps, and the footsteps drifted away. Only then did An Chuxia exhale heavily: "Finally gone!"

The mobile phone in her pocket lit up at this time, but fortunately the soundproofing light in the bathroom was brighter, otherwise she would not have noticed a call coming in.

The screen showed that the phone was opened by Han Qilu.

"What are you doing?!" An Chuxia's tone couldn't help but bring some upset emotions.

The voice over there was a bit noisy. Hearing this, Han Qilu couldn't help frowning: "What's the matter with you? Where is the person?"

"Where else? Hiding in the bathroom!" An Chuxia said muffledly, opened the soundproof door, and walked out of the depressed bathroom.

"Angry?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows: "I am waiting for you at the door of your classroom. Come here quickly."

Hearing this, An Chuxia was stunned, hung up the phone, and walked quickly to the classroom.

Before I got to the classroom, I saw a bright spot like a firefly flashing, and there was still a smell of smoke in the air.

An Chuxia walked over a few steps and snatched the cigarette between Han Qilu's fingertips: "I have told you so many times, don't smoke, don't smoke, why don't you listen?!"

Han Qilu shrugged innocently, and said pitifully like a small animal: "I didn't smoke. Look at what you have in your hand."

An Chuxia looked down subconsciously.

Eh! It's not smoke, it's cigar! She just said why the smoke is so thick? !

An Chuxia took a deep breath, stared at Han Qilu fiercely, and said in a deep voice, "You owe it! Is there any difference between a cigarette and a cigar?"

When the voice fell, the cigarette in her hand, oh no, it should be said that it was a cigar, and she threw it directly from the upper floor, and the bright spots that twinkled quickly disappeared.

"Eh!" Han Qilu moved forward with a little regret: "That's behike!"

"What Baker is not Baker." An Chuxia rolled his eyes: "Cigars and cigarettes are bad for the lungs. Why do you still not listen after telling you so many times? Xiao Mingluo has quit smoking, how about you?"

Han Qilu curled his lips and said jokingly: "Do you really believe that he quit smoking? You go and smell it now, he also smells of behike."

An Chuxia frowned suspiciously, and couldn't help asking, "What the **** is behike?"

"It's just the name of a cigar. It costs US$18,860 per box." Han Qilu finished speaking, looking at her with a sigh, and said, "An Chuxia, you really don't feel soft when you throw it away. A box costs forty. What you threw is a wad of renminbi!"

An Chuxia swallowed fiercely. She reads little, can she not scare her? Cigars are not gold. How can there be such expensive cigars?

She only felt that the blood in her whole body was clamoring: Go pick it up, pick it up!

"Forget it! My wife is qualified to splurge. Let's go, let's go to the gym." Han Qilu didn't mind the behike who was thrown away just now, stretched out her cool little hand and walked to the stairs.

"Don't go, I don't want to go!" An Chuxia stopped, looking at Han Qilu reluctantly.

and many more! What did she see? !

Only then did she realize that Han Qilu was wearing a black classic suit! A dark blue tie made him even more heroic.

This guy is so harmonious no matter what he wears, he is a natural clothes rack.

"Why don't you go?" Han Qilu asked, looking at her questioningly.

"Why did you say?!" An Chuxia was almost mad: "You told me not to wear an evening dress, but you changed the suit yourself!"

Han Qilu's eyes were innocent, and he opened his hands and said seriously, "I didn't say I wouldn't change it?"

She was... speechless!

The final result was that she was forcibly pulled by Han Qilu to the Sports Art Center. The sports art hall is already crowded with people, as lively as the last opening ceremony. The difference is that last time the audience were all dressed in school uniforms, only those who performed on stage changed their clothes or skirts. But this time everyone is wearing beautiful or handsome clothes, all of them are dazzling. She is the only one in the audience wearing school uniforms.

Perhaps this is also a kind of scenery? She can only comfort herself in this way.

But fortunately, everyone's eyes were on the huge stage at this time. Those "models" wearing beautiful skirts and clothes made of "scrap" did not notice her.

And Han Qilu is not a person who likes to attract everyone's attention, and drags her to the back corner.

"Han Qilu." An Chuxia stood on tiptoe and whispered close to his ear: "Let's go ahead of time when we see it. Tell the teacher, the teacher will definitely let us go."

It seems that he intended to tease her, Han Qilu refused: "No."

"Why?!" An Chuxia couldn't help stomping her foot, but she was helpless to be afraid of attracting the attention of others, and she didn't dare to stom her feet too loudly, let alone how tangled!

"There is no why." Han Qilu raised his lips slightly: "You don't want to know which place your class got?"

An Chuxia was about to talk, the next music sounded and the next batch of models entered. Six models lined up in two rows, and everyone's body was covered with cans!

It turned out that the so-called use of waste to make clothes is like this...

An Chuxia lost her mind for a while, and even Han Qilu took the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek and she didn't respond in time.

When he came back to his senses, Han Qilu was already smiling triumphantly.

"Rogue!" An Chuxia glared at him pretentiously.

Han Qilu opened his hands with a look of injustice, "If I am a rogue, what about him?"

After Han Qilu finished speaking, his eyes fell behind the basketball hoop. The lights on the scene were all concentrated on the stage, and the lights under the stage were turned to the darkest. And behind the basketball hoop, there happened to be another big shadow. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see anyone behind it.

And it's still two people, two people... stacked together!

An Chuxia's eyes widened in surprise. Why are the two stacked together?

She asked subconsciously: "What are those two people doing? Why do they seem to be..."

"Kissing." Han Qilu said straightforwardly without embarrassment, turning his head to look at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc of exclamation dreamily: "My young master looks like a cat's claw in his heart. Or, you can help me solve it. My physical needs?"

An Chuxia glared: "If you talk nonsense, I'm going to punch someone."

Han Qilu pretended to be afraid, and stretched out **** to make a "seal" action. At this moment, the two people in the dark corner finally separated.

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