Hunting College

When Vice Principal Shi Hui’s special envoy rushed away and the head maid of the Su family was standing in front of the window, while she was muttering in her heart, Su Shijun was wearing a red robe, with a little girl hanging on her arms, stepping on In the bright sun at noon, strolling around the campus of No. 1 University.

She wore a pair of huge glasses with a red frame on her face, and a pair of black patent leather high-heeled shoes with fish mouth under her feet. She walked along the row of flagstones beside the tree-lined road.

Compared with Miss Su, the expression of the little girl hanging on her arms is not so relaxed.

"Miss, if Sister Su Man knows that you are wearing this kind of clothes, I will be closed..." Su Ya half hung on Su Shijun, looking up pitifully, tearful, as if she would cry at any time.

"Yeah." Su Shijun looked up at the left and right scenery, hummed lazily, but kept stepping under his feet.

The breeze blew, and lifted a corner of the red robe, revealing a pair of white and tender long legs, which made the witches and wizards of the past involuntarily glance more.

Su Shijun, who had long been used to this kind of gaze, didn't take it seriously. He was still interested in visiting, and from time to time he pointed and chanted to his little maid about anecdotes from school.

"Have you seen that big bluestone? Back then, my sister, I was wearing three-inch high-heeled shoes, and when I lifted my leg, I stepped up and dropped the scary eyes of those stinky guys around..."

"And that small wooden house. I remember that the old man Verne who was watching the wharf raised a very big dog. The folds on his face could pinch the elf! Every time I saw me, he rushed over like in heat , The tail is about to dangle..."

"Oh, and that bulletin board." Su Shijun pointed to a lonely pavilion submerged in the depths of the lawn and said: "Sister, when I was in school, I received a dozen love letters every day... Then I was on the bulletin board. An announcement was made, saying whoever dared to write to me, I will post his letter on the bulletin board."

"Then what?" Su Ya's attention was immediately diverted.

"Then?" Su Shijun laughed and waved his jade arm, his voice was full of triumph: "Then I can receive two dozen love letters every day..."

The bold laughter scared the tree sperm hanging on the branch back into the tree hole.

Even the passing wizards couldn't help but look at them in surprise.

The little maid Su Ya, who is dedicated to maintaining the image of her own lady, immediately keenly noticed this abnormality, and then quickly recalled her work.

"Miss!" The little fox girl shook Su Shijun's arm vigorously and exclaimed: "You can't laugh like this! If Sister Su Man finds out, I will be shut down!"

"Then how should I laugh?" Su Shijun squinted and glanced at his little maid.

Su Ya immediately let go of Su Shijun’s arm, jumped to the side, her eyebrows were bent, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, her hands folded together on her waist, while her mouth whispered: "Smile and frown, eyebrows open, eyes are bright, smile Teeth, can you put on a skirt..."

Su Shijun suddenly showed a toothache expression.

"You're only ten years old, be a little energetic! Don't always recite the Four-character Classic like the old mothers at home." With that, Miss Su's arm was thrown away and she strode forward.

The steps are getting bigger while walking, and the white and tender temptation that emerges from the skirts is getting a little bit more.

The little fox girl immediately stopped her performance, trot all the way, and chased up.

"Miss! Miss! Slow down, my tail is running out... Don't walk so fast! You will be laughed at!"

"Who dare to laugh at me?!"

"Miss! Speak softly and don't show your teeth when you laugh..."

"Only the ugly monsters pay attention to those rules!" Su Shijun waved his arm domineeringly: "Beautiful women are beautiful no matter how they laugh! Beautiful women are beautiful no matter what they say!"

"Miss, narcissism is sickness... If Sister Su Man knows that you are sick, she will definitely put me in confinement..."

"Su Man, Su Man, Su Man! Are you Su Man's girl, or my girl!"

"I'm Miss's person!" Su Ya immediately patted her chest to show her loyalty.

"This is good." Su Shijun smiled, took the little girl's arm again, and dragged her to the teaching building quickly.

Su Ya realized that the two had already crossed Linzhong Lake unknowingly and came to the entrance of the teaching building.

"Miss, you dress like this and you can't see guests!" Su Ya called again: "If Sister Su Man knows..."

"You will not be confined!" Su Shijun interrupted the little maid loudly.

Su Ya stayed for a while, then hesitated and said, "Even so...Miss, you can't walk outside so casually...If someone sees it, won't it weaken our world's number one beauty? title!"

With that said, the little fox girl clenched her fist and waved vigorously.

"Sorry, I don't know that you are also the number one beauty..." Su Shijun turned his head, his face full of guilt: "I'm so sorry, it's troublesome for the beauty..."

"Miss! You must take off those **** glasses!" Su Ya struggled and exclaimed, "...Wearing it, you have become another person!"

"Wearing it, no one will just look at you...whatever you want, you have to give up something else." Su Shijun tilted his head, took a deep breath, and yelled: "Ah, sweet air, freedom the taste of!"

Although she was yelling here, the wizards passing by turned a blind eye.

Only the naughty wind passing by accidentally lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a piece of white tenderness, that would make the wizards around him wake up like a dream, with a bold breath.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

High-heeled shoes hit the ground with a crisp sound, which spread far in the empty corridor.

It was class time. There were no idlers in the teaching building, only the headless knight sitting quietly at the end of the corridor, turning his armor from time to time, making creaking noises.

Su Shijun dragged his little maid, looking for the classroom~www.wuxiaspot.com~, and greeted the murals hanging on both sides of the corridor.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Mundell, you are still hanging up here... I thought that since the octopus spit a layer of ink on your face, you intend to stay in the Book Mountain Pavilion..."

"Hello Mr. Black, I didn't expect to see you in college... I always thought that the Blacks would stick to their own traditions like the noble O'Brien..."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Carl! Your "Philosophy of Magic" has always benefited me a lot..."

"Oh, I didn't say hello to you, Mr. Pascal... Your "Probability Analysis of Curse Attack" is a nightmare of my life!"

"And you, Dr. Albert, I always thought that only dead people would hang in the portrait... But you seem to be an exception. Can you tell me the trick? So I can give a little bit to those dying fans A handy gift..."

"Of course, I actually want to put Old Man Mi into the frame... so that when he speaks ill of the Council of the Moon, I can draw a circle and curse her."