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Chapter 3 Giving the dean a sliding shovel

After Yan Luo escaped from the stage, he was afraid that someone would come to settle a score with him, so he protected his face all the way back to the classroom.

Celebrities still have negative fans, and she is afraid that her entrepreneurial circle will collapse before she has even half of her fans.

She covered her face and secretly walked back to the classroom. At this time, she collided with someone, who seemed to be a child. She said "Ouch" and was knocked far away.

She didn't get any benefits herself, so she subconsciously took a few steps back, and the back of her head hit a big tree with a "bang" sound.

The impact was not light. In a daze, she felt that she would not be as ill-fated as Ziwei, who fell off the carriage and hit the back of her head and became blind, right?

"Sister? Sister?" After being hit by Yan Luo, the child stood there waiting for Yan Luo to apologize. However, he saw that the sister was pretending to be stupid, as if she wanted to evade responsibility. The child's eyes looked at her full of condemnation.

."Aunt!!!"

He never talked to strangers, but this sister, for some reason, always made him feel familiar.

Yan Luo came back to his senses, looked down and saw that it was indeed a child less than ten years old.

Why are there children on campus?

She leaned down and asked him with concern, "Sorry, I may not have seen you just now. Are you okay?"

The child's face was so disgusting that the verb "didn't see" hit his pain point deeply: "Auntie, if you hit me with such a big lump, you will be half injured even if you don't die."

Aunt……

This... big... lump...

Yan Luo touched the original owner's slender waist with some depression, and there was even a faint mermaid line. Where is the fat here?

How could this bratty kid who can't talk be as bad as her younger brother?

"You little brat... kid, do you know how to chat?" Yan Luo had a bad face. As a senior keyboard warrior in the 21st century, she has never lost when it comes to insulting people. "Do you understand the rocking car at the entrance of the supermarket?

?”

What should she be called? Call her sister!

"No, auntie, my family is poor and we can't afford to play with a rocker." The little boy's eyes widened with an innocent look on his face.

Yan Luo gritted his teeth, "There's always a TV, right? Look... how can my sister tie you to the children's channel and watch your windmill spin at 7:30 tomorrow?"

"Auntie, your belly is so big. Is the baby in your belly okay?" The little boy smiled sweetly, but the words that came out of his mouth were like three knives stabbing Yan Luo's heart.

This is when I met a master.

Her brain twitched, and she suddenly recalled a blog post by a greasy man that she had read before going to bed. She subconsciously retorted, "What are you crazy about, you duck head?"

little boy:……

"Auntie, are you okay?" The little boy frowned and looked at Yan Luo with eyes filled with "Are you sick?"

Yan Luo was used to being shameless, so Yatou Wenwen opened her mouth and said, "Yatou, you are talking angrily, I don't believe it."

The little boy frowned and said to her seriously, "Auntie, if you are sick, let us treat you. Don't hide your illness and avoid treatment."

Yan Luo was at ease, "You did all this to attract my attention, right?"

little boy:……

Why don't you go find a piece of tofu and die?

The more Yan Luo thought about it, the more wrong she became. Why did the tone of this stinky kid sound more and more like her brother?

The more the little boy thought about it, the more wrong he became. The more he listened to the tone of this sick elder sister, the more he felt like the crazy sister of his?!

Yan Luo tentatively asked, "Watermelon, winter melon, and cantaloupe?"

The child was startled and then subconsciously said, "Are you a fool if you don't love me?"

Yan Luo was also stunned, with joy in his eyes, "Mango, apple, dragon fruit?"

"Am I your pistachio?"

"Young man, don't lie down. Will the aunt in the village laugh at you?"

"Wipe your nose first, then pull up your pants and then start walking into society?"

"Yan Luo?!"

"Yan Wang?!"

The two people said the same thing, but one was happy and the other was desperate.

You can tell from the names of the two people that they are biological siblings, but their parents are too evil. The eldest daughter is called "Yam Luo" and the younger son is called "King of Hell". Together, they are "Yam Luo".

king".

It was Yan Wang who was desperate. He couldn't figure it out... Why couldn't he get rid of this idiot sister who snatched milk powder from him when he was eight years old, and lollipops from him when he was sixteen and eight years old?

!

"I have done many evil things in my life, so I must have fallen in love with a sister like this." Yan Wang murmured.

"Brother, do you know why?" Yan Luo looked serious.

"Why?"

"Because I have been begging for thousands of years before the Buddha to restore the bad relationship between you and me." Yan Luo said seriously, "It seems that our combination of 'gentle scum' is going to dominate the world again."

"Why?" Yan Wang looked disgusted, "Aren't they both male and female thieves?"

"Why why," Yan Luo condemned him bitterly, "Now is a society governed by law, don't say whether these are stolen or not."

"It's better to say 'genteel scum'. I'm polite and you're scum. That's great."

"..."

With such a sister, what else can he do?

I can only endure it.

Yan Luo: Every cause must have its effect, and your retribution will be me.

Yan Luo looked at his brother's pot head and said, "I didn't expect you, Yan Wang, why are you still so short even though you're wearing a book?"

The word "short" deeply hurt Yan Wang's feet. He jumped anxiously, "You are short! You are 1.6 meters tall!"

"Oh, I'm 1.65 meters tall by visual inspection. You are only 1.4 meters tall." Yan Luo gloated.

At first, Yan Wang ignored martial ethics and directly attacked her personally. He tried to step on her little white shoes fiercely, "You are an unconventional person! Red-haired rooster!"

This was their usual move at the beginning of a fight. Yan Luo dodged skillfully and decisively kicked Yan Wang's butt. Yan Wang didn't expect his sister to be so shameless and started to adopt the vixen fighting mode - it doesn't matter whether the moves are good or not.

The main thing is to be fast, accurate and ruthless.

Facing this elementary school student who was targeting her lower body with all his moves, and fearing that she would be knocked down if she didn't run, Yan Luo ran away decisively, since her younger brother had short legs anyway.

Yan Wang swept Lonely away with a sweep of his legs. He was furious and chased Yan Luo, who was running away. The two started a public chase on campus.

Yan Luo wished she had a hat to cover her face at this time, because this look was really unsightly: She, a young and beautiful female high school student, was being chased by a primary school student?

Is this true?

Is this reasonable?

She felt her face was a little hot, and she covered her face in embarrassment. Something happened when she covered her face. She almost knocked a middle-aged man away on the spot! Fortunately, she managed to avoid it and only knocked him away.

A sky full of documents.

Traditional Chinese virtues prevented Yan Luo from doing the immoral thing of escaping, so she had no choice but to brake suddenly, squat on the ground and pick up the documents.

I don't know whether it was the documents that looked like dandruff that confused Yan Wang's face, or whether hatred covered his eyes.

Or maybe her figure is no different in Yan Wang's eyes from that middle-aged man with a beer belly.

Yan Wang rushed over and decisively gave the middle-aged man who was stunned on the spot a sliding shovel!

boom--

The world is quiet.

Yan Wang was happy, but the two of them were miserable.

Because the middle-aged man who was knocked flat on his back by Yan Wang’s sliding shovel was none other than someone else. By coincidence, it was none other than—teacher! Director! Director! Ren!

Angrily, the dean held his big bald gourd and put on the wig that Yan Wang had finally dug out for him from the sea of ​​documents. With a dark face, he uttered a devilish whisper:

"Go to the office and call the parents over!!!"
Chapter completed!
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