Unknowingly, I walked to Amy's luxury car and saw Amy sitting under an umbrella drinking iced lemon juice. She didn't take off her costume. She should be taking a break between performances.

Obama, without a collar, was running around happily, as excited as if he had been re-elected as president. Against his black back, Amy's little feet looked even whiter.

The inner demon named "Twenty Thousand Dollars" planted in my heart by Director Cao induced me to unconsciously glance under Amy's short skirt.

The chic short skirt with zigzag inscriptions and an oriental temperament seems to have a mysterious little universe underneath it, attracting many lolita lovers to throw their heads and shed blood, even if they die a hundred times without regrets.

I solemnly declare: I am not a lolita fan. I care about my sister’s panties just for money.

What's going on? It's obviously a well-founded excuse, but why does it make me look even more vulgar?

However, isn't it quite ironic to sell Ai Shuqiao's daughter's underwear for 20,000 yuan and then return the money to her?

Being so conflicted, I couldn't help but pace back and forth near the RV, which attracted Obama to come over and follow my steps, achieving a very high synchronization rate with me.

Amy soon noticed my strange gaze. She showed a narrow smile. Instead of tightening her legs like other girls who were afraid of being exposed, she opened her legs at an even more presumptuous angle and called me provocatively:

"Hey, hey, the manservant's beastly nature has finally been revealed. Do you want to see it? If you crawl over on your knees, I will show it to you with great mercy."

If the same conditions are placed on Director Cao, he will definitely take action without hesitation, but I can't do it. Don't say that I am your brother. There are Pentheus, 004 and 005 watching next to you.

No, that's not right, my goal is just money, I should not be interested at all in what underwear looks like on my sister.

The break ended quickly, and Amy was called by the director to go on stage. When she walked past me with proud steps, Amy showed an undisguised sense of superiority in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, as if she was attracted by the sudden scenery under her skirt. I am so interested that I will never be able to escape from her Wuzhishan.

"I knew it the first time I met you," Amy said, "You are a die-hard lolicon, and sooner or later you will fall at my feet."

She sighed again in a pretentious manner, spurred me on and said:

"Work harder and follow me like a loyal dog. I am still very generous to my loyal servants and will continue to give you small favors."

"Now, I don't have to worry about you being bribed by my mother anymore."

Who is a die-hard lolicon? I just want your underwear... No, I just want to return the money to your mother.

Sunday passed by without any danger. I never expected this scenario: I would be thinking about my sister's underwear and tossing and turning on the bed.

Monday soon came, and at the flag-raising ceremony, I, as the men’s sports committee, and Xiong Yaoyue organized the queue together.

Xiong Yaoyue had a band-aid on her cheek and a willow leaf in her mouth.

"Mu Zhongming, stop hunching over." She shouted, "Eunuch Cao, please pull your belly back a little. The distance between you and the front row is too big."

Because she once fell and hit her head, Xiaoqin no longer even needs to participate in the flag-raising ceremony. At this time, she must be happily drawing her abstract cartoons in the classroom.

The squad leader who usually helped Xiong Yaoyue maintain order, today just stood quietly at the end of the team, looking at me with resentful eyes.

By the way, the squad leader's standing posture is a bit weird, as if his thighs can't use any strength... Could it be the aftereffects of being spanked by me?

Not only is my posture unstable, but I also didn’t ride my bicycle to school today. It’s because my butt is swollen and I can’t exert strength. Then how can I sit on a stool in class?

She looked at me with eyes that made her want to trample me to death with her high heels.

No, the monitor has never worn high-heeled shoes, but when I recall her wearing a short skirt and black stockings, I can’t help but add a pair of high-heeled shoes to her feet. In this way, the “sexy and provocative outfit” is complete. .

After finishing reorganizing and returning to the queue, Xiong Yaoyue ran two steps to catch up, bit my ear and whispered:

"Haagen-Dazs Haagen-Dazs Haagen-Dazs Haagen-Dazs Haagen-Dazs..."

Got it, isn't it just a Haagen-Dazs ice cream? Don't get it so close to my face, the classmates are looking at us strangely.

I stood at the end of the boys' team, and the monitor stood at the end of the girls' team. There were more boys than girls, so I could see the monitor's back casually.

Well, it’s time to use your imagination. What exactly is the swelling inside the monitor’s school uniform skirt?

As if feeling the intrusion from my gaze, the monitor quickly exchanged places with Xiong Yaoyue in the front row.

Xiong Yaoyue, who had to temporarily change into her school uniform and skirt due to the requirements of the flag-raising ceremony, scratched her butt unseemly.

Suddenly realizing that she was in the last row of girls, she turned her head and saw the embarrassed expressions of me and Niu Shili in the row in front of me. She found it funny and laughed.

It's really informal. Besides, Niu Shili and I, two muscular men, are so ridiculous. Your point of laughter is really weird.

On the rostrum, as the student representative, the school belle said a lot of beautifully packaged but not very nutritious words. Everyone applauded and was half dead.

"How hypocritical." Eunuch Cao muttered, "If you are willing to lift up your skirt, everyone's applause will definitely shake the rostrum."

A boy with small eyes asked Eunuch Cao: "Should we also include the material of the school belle?"

Eunuch Cao shook his head, "Let's finish the second grade (3) class first and then talk about it. There's no point in doing too many things but not being good enough. Also, from now on, we'll talk about this in a place with fewer people."

The material, what kind of material it is, is made even more mysterious than the nude photo. Isn't it just some ordinary half-length photos of girls? (and boys' photos) is there anything worthy of obscenity.

It was the old principal's turn to speak. The old principal touched the two hairs on his head that were messy in the wind, and said to us slowly:

"Don't just focus on studying, enjoy your life and youth. All-round development is worth promoting. You may still remember that although our school's teaching staff is not strong and many teachers are not good-looking, it has produced three particularly famous teachers. Actors, let me think about it... they seem to be the village tyrant Liu Heigou, the profiteer Xu Weiyang, and the traitor Wang Fugui that people praise..."

Stop talking, principal, please stop talking. They are the "Three Big Three" used by other schools to ridicule No. 28 Middle School. Fortunately, I played the role of a deaf-mute evil monk with heavy makeup, otherwise No. 28 Middle School I lost my face and was sent abroad.

The vice-principal angrily grabbed the microphone and said, "Don't listen to the old principal's nonsense. He is teasing you. A student's duty is to study, study, and study again. If you don't improve your academic performance, are you worthy of the revolutionary martyrs who sacrificed their lives? Is it worthy of you?" Parents?"

Well, I may be a little sorry for my dad and Dong Cunrui (what a strange combination), but for Ai Shuqiao, I really don’t feel like I owe her anything.

The first class was a Chinese class. Before class, the class representatives were busy collecting homework, the students on duty were busy wiping the blackboard, and the speakers were busy eating snacks. The monitor was also walking back and forth, helping this and that.

It always feels like the monitor is afraid to sit on his chair.

Ah, take a closer look. There is a cushion three times thicker than usual on the monitor's chair. Isn't this the one that Shu Zhe sat on after I beat him last time? I actually beat the two siblings in turn. After doing it again, I was so heartbroken.

Xiao Qin, who was sitting on my right, was humming a tune and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Have you recovered from your stomachache?" I asked.

"(*^__^*) Hee hee... I am so happy that classmate Ye Lin cares about me o(≧o≦)o"

“(._.) Although I have been lying at home for a day, I am completely fine now (￣︶￣)↗”

"Huhu ＜(＠￣︶￣＠)＞, I am in good condition and can marry classmate Ye Lin at any time."

Who needs this state? You have too many body language. If this is a novel, readers will suspect that we use emoticons to cheat royalties. Secondly, the main reason is that the emojis will cause trouble to the hand-typists of the pirated websites. Please give me a quick tip. I apologize to the beaters. If you keep talking like this, they will hate you to death.

Xiaoqin opened her schoolbag and flipped through it happily.

"(=￣ω￣=) When I went to buy comic supplies a few days ago, I found a notebook with a cool cover in the store, so I bought it back."

I saw Xiaoqin put a very heavy notebook on the table, with "DeathNote" written in English on the black cover. Isn't this a Death Note? According to the setting of the animation of the same name, as long as you write your name on it, you will be It can cause the opponent to die of cardiac paralysis in 40 seconds.

Xiaoqin said innocently: "When I saw this black notebook, I immediately thought of the squad leader's black and long hair, and thought the style suited her very well."

"(￣︿￣) Thinking about it carefully, since I transferred here, I have received a lot of care from the monitor, and I heard that she has the habit of writing a diary, so I plan to give this notebook to the monitor."

Send it to the squad leader, are you so kind? You won't smear poison on the paper of the note.

Xiaoqin took out a pen from the pencil case and said solemnly:

"Since it is the monitor's note, I should write my name on it so as not to throw it away."

So I opened the notebook and wrote the word "Shusha" on the inside page without hesitation.

Then he turned his head to the right and stared at the monitor without blinking, as if expecting something to happen.

Your sister, the name of the owner of the note should be written on the cover, not on the inside pages. You know this is a Death Note, right? You know what it is for, right?

Pretending to be naturally stupid, but wishing that the squad leader would die immediately?
Chapter completed!