My 1991

The three of them chatted for a while, and Lu An said he was late and left:

"Teacher Zhou, thank you for today. Go to bed early."

Zhou Jingni was looking through Ye Run's collection of wrong questions. She didn't say anything when she heard the words, and just waved her hand behind her back to signal him to get out.

The reason why I say "go" is because Lu An strongly feels the atmosphere of the word "go".

Ye Run sent him to the corridor outside, leaned forward slightly, and asked quietly:

"The teacher didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

Lu An sighed: "You and Li Dong came to save me even if I was in trouble."

Ye Run blinked lightly: "Li Dong was scared when he saw Teacher Zhou entering your house. He was more afraid of meeting the head teacher than you were.

I wanted to help you out, but I saw your hands on Teacher Zhou's shoulders from a distance. When we were face to face, I was thinking, you don't want to..."

Lu An's eyes were unkind: "What are you thinking about?"

Ye Run covered her mouth and smiled, shaking her head and saying no more.

After staring at her for a few seconds, Lu An suddenly put his hands on her shoulders and asked seriously: "Is it like this, face to face, like you are about to kiss?"

Swish...

Ye Run's face turned red instantly, then gave him a slap in the face and turned back to the house.

Pooh! You little brat, fighting with me will shame you to death.

Like a victorious rooster, Lu An returned to the house number 9 with great satisfaction.

He didn't dare to be careless. He was really afraid of mice. When he got home, he not only moved the oil painting to the bedroom, but also moved 6 boxes of paints into it.

This night, Lu An did not go to bed early. He first memorized geography for an hour, and finally spent all his time on mathematics.

If a person wants to keep his word and keep his word, and if he promises to get his results back, he must get them back in the shortest possible time.

Ye Run, who is among about 15 students in the school, insists on staying up until early in the morning every day. What reason does a backward person like him have for not working hard?

With this spirit of never waiting for me, Lu An didn't lie down in bed until after four o'clock in the night.

"Luan, wake up! Get up! Luan"

Seven o'clock the next day.

Lu An, who was still in a daze, heard someone calling his name outside, screaming and screaming, and had to get up.

Crossing the yard and opening the gate, he yawned and asked, "Why are you yelling so early in the morning?"

Li Dong poked his head into the courtyard wall, handed over a small steamed bun and asked in a low voice: "Is Teacher Zhou up yet?"

There was something to eat. Foodie Lu suddenly realized that he was no longer sleepy. He quickly tore open the bag, picked up a small steamed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and answered vaguely: "I don't know."

"have no idea?"

Li Dong's eyes widened and he expressed his confusion: "Didn't she spend the night at your place last night? Don't you know?"

The xiaolongbao tastes good, but is a bit expensive. Lu An is usually reluctant to eat it, but now he is eating it with gusto, without even bothering to raise his head:

"It's true that she spent the night at my place, but her legs hurt in the second half of the night, and she slept separately afterwards."

"Fuck...!"

Li Dong touched his thumbs, then touched them again, with a look of shock on his face. It took him a long time to come back to his senses: "No, no, brothers, are you really like that? Are you still playing until midnight?"

Lu An seemed to feel something when he was halfway through eating. He glanced behind him and immediately changed his tone: "You are not kind, Mr. Zhou, how dare you arrange it."

"Tsk! What's wrong with her? She dares to seduce her most handsome student, and I can't tell you about it? Tsk! If you weren't my buddy, I would make her famous throughout the school tomorrow."

After boasting, Li Dong was in a great mood, but he still didn't give up, and continued to ask slyly: "Teacher Zhou is so beautiful, with such a great figure, and I heard at home that he is an official, hehehehe

Do you act differently in bed than usual?

Are you ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, has the usual aloofness turned into a slut? Ouch! Who the hell dares to hit me on the head! I’m not looking for death! "

Li Dong was suddenly slapped on the back of the head, and Li Dong flew into a rage. For some special reasons, he was most afraid of anyone hitting him on the back of the head.

Just when he turned around angrily, it suddenly became like this: "Teacher Zhou, Zhou, Zhou, you, you, why are you here?"

Looking at the expressionless Teacher Zhou and Ye Run holding back his hand while suppressing a smile, the expression on Li Dong's face was as ugly as that of a dead mother.

No! My dead mother was definitely not that ugly and stuttered when she spoke.

Zhou Jingni stared at him for 10 seconds, and finally said, "Li Dong, right?"

"Teacher, I was wrong!" Li Dongyan lowered his head, almost biting his own head.

Zhou Jingni's second sentence: "The adjectives are used well, and the obscene voice is vivid. It lives up to the fact that I have taught you Chinese for more than two years."

Li Dong's head dropped lower and he was about to eat dirt.

Zhou Jingni's third sentence was cold: "Come to the office to find me after you return to school tonight."

"Ah, oh?!" Li Dong looked like a fat pig that had been killed. When he pulled out the butcher's knife, he took his last breath in a low voice.

Zhou Jingni left, leaving Li Dong with an infinitely tall figure.

Ye Run's red lips opened slightly, and she silently uttered the word "deserve it" before following into the yard.

"Brother, save me!"

Seeing Lu An eating steamed buns meaningfully, Li Dong, who was drowning, seemed to have grasped the last straw in despair.

"Brother, it's time for you to set up a stall and repair your car." Lu An replied happily.

"I'm just here to set up a stall for you." Li Dong grabbed his arm with both hands and looked at him shamelessly.

Lu An opened his hand with a smile: "Go with peace of mind, Teacher Zhou, I will help you handle it."

Thinking of the exciting girl in the feed factory, Li Dong temporarily put aside his sadness and went to set up a stall carrying repair tools.

Lu An helped get some spare parts and asked him: "You are thinking about setting up a stall every day, will it not affect your study?"

I saw Li Dong patting his chest and saying angrily: "With my grades, the university doesn't dare to reject me. I'm not worthy of a good university, so let's end it like this."

Lu An said: "I won't do it after this semester. You have to hurry up."

Li Dong was puzzled: "Why do you make so much money?"

Lu An said: "There is no reason. Sister Qingchi and Teacher Zhou are both opposed to it."

Li Dongwei pointed his finger and realized that he was only less than three months old. After setting up the stall, he immediately went to practice ventriloquism with Shao Fen next to him.

Lu An told him before leaving: "I'll come back in the afternoon, I have something to do in the morning."

Unexpectedly, Li Dong pulled him aside and said, "Brother, you don't have to come. Every time you come, Shao Fen and Aunt Wang don't talk to me so enthusiastically."

Lu An was stunned after hearing this, then patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely:

"I won't compete with you, Aunt Wang belongs to you, and her big butt also belongs to you, cherish it!"

On the way back, he was thinking, did this guy find out something about the girl at the feed factory?

noon.

Zhou Jingni, who came back from Guifei Lane, first changed her clothes, then came to the sofa, grabbed the red handset and started dialing to make a call to her cousin.

"Dong Dong. Dong."

The phone rang three times and a voice came from the other side: "Hello, who is this?"

"It's me, are you busy now?" Zhou Jingni said.

"I'm resting at home today, Jingni, what do you want from me?" Cousin Zhou Kun asked.

"I have a painting here, come and take a look." Zhou Jingni spoke concisely and directly stated the purpose of the call.

"What painting?" my cousin asked curiously.

"I can't tell you what painting it is. Come over here quickly." After saying that, Zhou Jingni hung up the phone.

Every time he asked for help, he didn't look like he was asking for help. Zhou Kun looked at the receiver in his hand, smiled helplessly, and then got up and went out.

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