As I was walking, I suddenly thought of a very serious question! Didn’t Lulu’s mommy tell me, Shi Mingyou and I are in the same class? He is in Class 5, Grade 2, Grade 1, why is my mother in Grade 1, Grade 1?

Class 1! His sister must have been deceived!

I was about to turn around and go find that dead Mingyou, but the school bell rang regardless of the timing. Forget it, let's go to the first grade of high school to have fun first. If there is a handsome Guoguo, it will be a worthwhile trip!

I looked up at the sign on the door: Class 1, Grade 1

Well, it seems that this is the class. As soon as we walked in, the guy on the podium who seemed to be the class teacher came over with a smile and said, "Is this young lady the freshman in high school who was ordered to come here by Master Ming?"

"Yes" I answered casually, and looked at the eighty or ninety students in the classroom. They looked like "never again". They were all so damn patriotic, and any one of them would be frightened to death.

Japanese devils, holy shit, are there such wretched uncles, are there such nasty aunts... Damn, isn't it obvious that this place is a garbage dump!

The corners of my mouth twitched, and there was something subversive in my stomach. I couldn't hold it back all of a sudden, and vomited it all on the desk of the first classmate. I patted myself, closed my eyes and couldn't bear to see those parents who had no responsibility for their children.

Okay, kids, I wiped the marks on the corners of my mouth with a tissue and opened my eyes. The sight in front of me almost made me faint:

Because I vomited on the table of that wretched man, he actually looked at me with a peach blossom look on his face, and even licked the things on the table with a silly smile. After eating, he said with relish: "Beauty... you had such a rich breakfast today.

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I hit my chest with a confused expression and covered my eyes. Is this rubbish class still boring...

"Miss, Mr. Ming has given instructions that your seat is in the fourth row and fourth row in the middle," the head teacher said.

I looked at the place he was talking about, and all the people around me were boys. Well, it’s okay to be boys, but they were all wretched boys! They didn’t even look the same! Every one of them drooled all over the table.

Both hands are shaking like a "grabbing breast" gesture...his sister is going away! Four rows and four columns, the numbers are so "auspicious"! You chose the seat on purpose! You really want me to die!
Chapter completed!