"Go away!"

In response, Ding Linna rolled her eyes. Nanazi thought this guy was a bit boring and continued to communicate with the artistic girl.

Su Zelin also stood up and walked towards the back door of the classroom.

He took out a few things from his student backpack and quietly stuffed them into the canvas bag.

Others were talking loudly, and no one noticed the gangster's little actions.

When I came to the bathroom, I saw an artistic man. He was secretly hiding in the corner of the toilet, his body tilted at 60 degrees, and he looked secretive as if he couldn't see the light.

But even if he tried his best to hide it, Su Zelin could still see that his shoes were dripping wet.

Tsk, not only are the kidneys weak, but there are only three inches.

Pao Nanazi, how dare you?

Brother, can you hold it?

"Brother Di, you really need to learn how to turn pens."

Su Zelin chuckled.

Dis Shao: "?"

The literary man feels a little guilty. Could it be that Ding Linna reported me in front of this kid?

Su Zelin's eyes flashed with contempt, and he passed by him, swaggering to the middle of the toilet, leaning forward, unscrupulously.

The artistic man glanced at him subconsciously, feeling ashamed and becoming more envious and jealous.

Mad, lost to him again.

This time it was a complete defeat!

After hurriedly going to the bathroom, Di Sishao returned to the classroom as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost.

Thinking of what he just saw, his self-esteem was severely hit.

At this time, Su Zelin passed by him and accidentally touched the canvas bag hanging on the stool of the literary man and dropped it to the ground.

"Don't you have eyes when you walk?"

The artistic man was full of anger tonight, and because he didn't like Su Zelin, he became rude in his words.

"Ah, right, Senior Di, I was not careful."

Su Zelin picked up the canvas bag, but in a "hurry", he grabbed the tail and shook out all the contents.

"Grass, are you sick?"

The artistic man Biao started swearing, and his volume increased by 20 decibels, which attracted Ding Linna and all the artistic girls in front to look at him.

Dis Shao couldn't care less.

I have already broken up with these women today. From the perspective of the literary club, there is no chance, otherwise it will be a waste of time.

He had already planned to quit the club and would never come back again, so he dropped the disguise.

"Others are also careless, why are you so fierce!"

Ding Linna frowned and came over to help Su Zelin pick up the books scattered on the ground.

"Huh?"

She soon discovered something.

In addition to the classics and literary magazines that Di Sishao brought to the cup, there were also a few unusual books mixed in.

Their covers are colorful, and without exception they feature beautiful women.

Su Zelin picked up one of the books, "Brilliant Nightlife", and looked at the artistic man with a strange look: "I didn't expect that Senior Di has such a wide range of hobbies. In addition to literature, he also likes body art."

Dis Shao looked at the magazine in Su Zelin's hand and was stunned.

A series of shocked eyes fell on him.

The appearance of something like this in a literary club is like dropping a bomb into a fish pond.

The literary man subconsciously said: "This is not mine!"

"I also believe that it is definitely not Mr. Di. Mr. Di is sanctimonious and looks like a serious person!"

Su Zelin also spoke uprightly for Dis Shao.

What a sanctimonious thing!

If you don’t know how to use idioms, then don’t use them!

Dis Shao was anxious.

Naturally, others don’t believe it either.

"This book is in your bag. If it's not yours, who else's is it?"

Ding Linna said indignantly.

It turns out that this person is a pervert, no wonder he keeps dropping his pen all day long!

The thought of being peeked under the table by such a pervert gave her goosebumps.

Su Zelin added: "Nanazi, you can't say that. Maybe someone else stuffed it into Senior Di's schoolbag on purpose! Who is so wicked? Such a person will be struck by thunder and die a good death!"
p>

You finally said something humane.

Dis Shao was still a little grateful for Su Zelin's generosity.

It's a pity that others still don't believe it.

Other people in the literary club also discovered the turmoil here, and gathered around to learn the ins and outs of the matter. They all talked about it and looked at Di Si Shao with eyes full of contempt and anger.

"Who would be so bored as to stuff something like this into his bag?"

"It must be his own. He didn't admit it even after he was discovered!"

"How can there be such a scum in the literary society!"

"You look quite polite, you know people, faces but not hearts!"

"I have chatted with him a few times, and I thought he was quite capable, but I didn't expect that he had some dirty things in his head!"

"..."

In 2001, people's ideas were still relatively limited. Even if college students were open-minded, you could just read these pornographic books in your dormitory and bring them openly to the classroom, especially in a gathering place for young people like the Literary Society. Others would

Absolutely intolerable.

In the dead of winter, Disishao had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

There is a big question mark in his heart.

Why did these books end up in my canvas bag inexplicably?

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he realized that he might not be able to escape even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Moreover, the members of the Literary Society were extremely angry. Several literary youths felt that Dis Shao had insulted their holy land, and they wanted to rush up and beat him up.

"Everyone, calm down, the world's art is one family, literature is art, and body art is also art!"

Su Zelin once again stood up to speak for the artistic man.

"Senior Di just loves art deeply and broadly, not just literature. Senior, are you right?"

The literary man's heart is spinning. Even if he doesn't admit it, others won't believe it. They think he is quibbling, which will only make him angrier.

It's better to follow this guy's wishes and give up a good reason to go down the stairs.

"Yes, yes!"

Disishao nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Human body art is also a kind of art. Many world-renowned great artists are in this field. You can't look at it with an extreme perspective!"

Su Zelin smiled when he heard this, smiling like a little fox.

Hey, are you hooked?

Then you can close the network.

"Senior Di's words make sense. I think this magazine must be full of very beautiful and poetic articles that praise the beauty of the human body!"

Su Zelin took the initiative to open it and after reading a few pages, his expression became strange.

“It’s so exciting to order twin milk!”

"Beautiful girls are cycling through a marathon naked, fighting with each other, sweating and juicing when they step on it!"

"Who would have known that the bees and butterflies in the skirt are actually men's bodies, with perky eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a slutty attitude that is so sultry!"

"Hey, isn't this last ladyboy?"

Su Zelin coughed dryly: "I'm sorry, I was hasty. It's understandable that Senior Di likes this kind of art, but this magazine is a bit heavy-duty. Anyway, I can't appreciate it."

"Brilliant Nightlife" is known as the king of salty books in Hong Kong. It is known for being explicit and rough, so how could it possibly play with your aesthetic and poetic style?
To be continued...