I Don’t Want to Win Lying Down

　　 On the first day of composition training, Xu Mang was late...a full hour late.

"you are?"

"Huh?" Xu Mang came to the classroom of the training class, and saw a middle-aged man with bald hair, looking at him suspiciously, and hurriedly said: "Hello teacher, I am recommended by Teacher Wang Xuewang. Student, my name is Xu Mang."

　　 "Are you Xu Mang?!"

　　 "The stupid Xu Mang in the third grade?" The bald middle-aged man looked surprised: "Are you here for training? Then go to the citywide composition contest next month?"

　　 Hearing what he said, Xu Mang was very dissatisfied, even though the teacher told the truth.

　　 "Ahem!"

　　 "Teacher...Don't judge people by their appearance. I am quite qualified in literary attainments. The legends of the school are all smoke bombs that I released." Xu Mang's face was indifferent, with an unpredictable feeling.

　　"..."

　　 "Wait a minute, I will look at the list again."

　　 The bald-headed middle-aged man checked the roster again, and finally, outside the cover of the last one, he saw Xu Mang’s name, Grade Three in Grade One—Xu Mang...

　　 is too casual!

　　 Maybe no one made a makeshift?

　　 Can you get some high-quality ones? Looking for such a mentally handicapped person to come here, and the relationship is stuffed with money?

"you..."

　　 "Come in first, don't be late in the future." The bald middle-aged man is still elegant and easy-going. He didn't get into trouble because of Xu Mang's lateness and identity problems. Instead, he entered the classroom and started training.

There were a total of 30 chairs and tables in the classroom. Only a dozen students came for training. Xu Mang looked around and found that Yang Xiaoman was sitting by the wall and there were three boys around, even though these three boys did not Dare to sit beside her.

　　 happens to be,

　　 Yang Xiaoman glanced inadvertently, and Xu Mang caught this eye.

What does 　　 mean?

　　 Is this a signal to yourself?

　　 ask for help?

　　 "Student Xu Mang?" the bald middle-aged man asked, "Hurry up and take a seat, the teacher is about to give a lecture."

"Oh..."

　　 Xu Mang finally decided to sit next to Yang Xiaoman, next to her.

　　 However,

　　 When Xu Mang's **** just touched the cold chair surface, he felt four murderous auras coming towards her. That's not right... According to theory, there should be only three murderous auras. Why is there an extra murderous aura?

　　 Could it be said that he destroyed the good things of the violent airport? In fact, she was fishing for a triumphant son?

　　 Whoops!

　　 Just as Xu Mang was thinking about it, he suddenly suffered a severe injury to the back of his foot. The severe pain swept through his brain. The pain caused him to breathe three breaths back and he almost didn't get cold to death.

Again?

The previous pain has not dissipated. The second wave struck again. Xu Mang became angry. Although the violent airport is a martial artist, it does not mean that he can bully people casually. In a hurry, Xu Mang stretched out his evil hand. Towards Yang Xiaoman's thigh, but still inside.

　　 suddenly,

　　Time freezes at this moment.

　　 Yang Xiaoman's brain was dead at the time. Since childhood, no one dared to be so presumptuous until he met Xu Mang...he...he even touched himself.

　　 Xu Mang didn't dare to go too far, just touched it a little, and then stretched back. He didn't want to be named a rogue by others, but Xu Mang was surprised that this trick was particularly useful.

　　The world is finally at peace,

go to bed!

　　The composition training class is a special class for the city's high school student composition competition next month. No one will use this kind of time to go crazy, but Xu Mang is different because he can't understand the content of the bald middle-aged.

　　 What is the near lens and the far lens, what is the inner description of the character, what is the normal dialogue structure... I don't understand.

　　 The bald middle-aged man glanced at Xu Mang who was sleeping on his stomach. He was even more certain that this guy walked through the back door. Since he walked through the back door, let him go. As long as he doesn't make trouble, there are some things that can't be solved as a teacher.

　　 However, other students are very contemptuous of Xu Mang's behavior. What is this place? A place where contestants were trained, but a sleeping student appeared in such a place, and the level of hierarchy was suddenly lowered a lot.

　　 But the trainer didn't say anything, they didn't dare to say anything, they could only endure it silently.

　　 get out of class ends midway,

　　 Xu Mang was besieged by the three boys.

　　 "Please quit immediately!" A student from the University of Malaysia said: "We do not welcome you here!"

　　"..."

Xu Mang compared himself with him and came to the conclusion that he couldn’t beat him. Under this premise, Xu Mang began to reason: "Why? I was recommended by Teacher Wang Xuewang. What qualifications do you have to let me? go away?"

　　 "I'm on the school basketball team!" the student said.

　　 The school basketball team is a magical place. There is a mixture of fish and dragons. There are scumbags and tyrants, but this group of people have one feature in common. They are fierce men... The worst is that they are very united.

This is an organization second only to the student union, and sometimes even better than the student union. As long as there is a language and physical conflict in the school, you report that you belong to the basketball team, or you know someone on the basketball team, the conflict will soon Can be resolved.

　　 Basketball team... This is a bit tricky.

　　 Xu Mang has a lot of enemies at school, but they are basically soft persimmons. However, this school’s basketball team is different. Pick any one you can’t beat yourself. That muscle...the line...

　　 yield?

　　No... ashamed!

　　 Hard?

　　 also doesn't work...I can't beat it.

　　 Xu Mang was caught in a dilemma~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But then he thought of Yang Xiaoman.

"Ugh?"

"Aren't you a martial artist?" Xu Mang hit Yang Xiaoman with his arm and asked cautiously: "Aren't martial artists pay attention to uneven roads? Now I am in trouble, can I fight and hug you? "

　　 "Go!"

　　 Yang Xiaoman was extremely upset about Xu Mang's touching her thigh before, and gave him a fierce look. Then he shouted at the three boys: "You too!"

　　 "She let you go..."

　　 "Can you bear it?"

　　 Xu Mang said innocently.

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　 When the three boys saw Yang Xiaoman, they had already regarded her as their own goddess. The biggest reason for trouble with Xu Mang was that he was sitting next to his goddess.

　　 But now the goddess lets herself go, what should I do? Go away?

　　 After fierce ideological struggle, the three finally chose to leave. The first time they met, they wanted to leave an obedient impression on the goddess.

　　 Looking at the three people who left, Xu Mang couldn't help sighing. It turned out to be a dog licking...

　　 Is she really so attractive?

Xu Mang peeked at Yang Xiaoman, who was playing with a mobile phone. He had such a bad personality, such a short stature, such a flat chest, and a shriveled butt...a defective product among women, but it is not necessary to fascinate others... .

　　,

　　 Maybe this is the popular aesthetics now.

　　 But one thing is commendable. With Yang Xiaoman, a violent airport by his side, I feel very safe!

　　 "Can you take me home at night?"

　　 was silent for a long time.

"it is good."

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