Because my eyes are too fierce and I look like a villain, I can’t be an idol.

Now I feel that the acting school may not be suitable for me.

Although I have actually played roles in film and television works, at this moment, I pretended to have a heart attack to the point of death in order to interrogate the class monitor about the content of his text messages. My acting skills were still too poor to convince the class monitor that I really to death.

But at this moment, Shusha is not in the status of "squad leader", but in the status of "sister". Even with my poor acting skills, she feels that she must give me some comfort and calm me down. Come down.

"I don't want to lie twice." The squad leader said after considering the words for a moment, "Although I could make up a lie to fool you, but that would be even more contrary to my principles."

I realized that my performance had gone too far, and I couldn't help but scold myself for being stupid while trying to make corrections. I made the action of clenching my chest more restrained, tried my best to suppress the pain, and deliberately bit my lips, hoping to make them Change color.

This time it felt a little like a real heart attack. The monitor's eyes became more frightened than before, and he asked hurriedly:

"How about you? Did you really have a heart attack because you pretended to be sick and moved too much?"

"Yes...yes..." I raised my head and said, "Monitor, if you don't tell me the content of your text message, you won't have a chance..."

There must be a hint of cunning in my eyes. The monitor has seen what a real heart attack looks like, so he can only be dubious about me now.

"I can't tell you the content of the text message." The monitor pondered for a moment and then said, "But as compensation, you can make another request to me, as long as it is not harmful to your heart disease."

Just now I wanted to touch the squad leader's thigh, but the squad leader politely refused. The reason was that it would be harmful to my heart disease.

I feel that in a situation like today, it is impossible to ask about the content of the text message. It is better to accept it as soon as possible and let the squad leader agree to my other request. Anyway, as long as I don't die, there will be plenty of time in the future.

"I, I want to sleep on a lap pillow." I blurted it out without much thought.

The squad leader was stunned for a moment, but he realized later that I wanted to use her thigh as a pillow and have a good sleep. This is an intimate behavior that only occurs between lovers. In the eyes of some perverts, it is also what the maid must provide. Benefits to the owner.

"You..." The monitor glanced at me resentfully, as if questioning why I always stared at her thighs.

But you have already promised me before. Compared with explaining the content of the text message, it seems to provide me with a knee pillow service, and the shame level is much lower.

Moreover, things like knee pillows are not purely ambiguous like my suggestion to touch the monitor's thigh just now. Relatives can also provide each other with knee pillows, which can indeed provide some comfort.

In the final analysis, he probably wanted me to be in a good mood. The monitor bit his lip and after some mental construction of himself, he actually agreed to my excessive request.

"Okay, okay, I heard that letting cats and dogs sleep on your lap can indeed reduce the heart rate by 20%..."

Hey, monitor, in order to eliminate the embarrassment, you directly compared me to a kitten or puppy. And there must be a serious problem with your excuse. Letting kittens and puppies sleep on your lap will only make your heart rate lower. To me, What are the benefits of heart disease?

No matter what, the squad leader patted the non-existent dust on his jeans, folded his legs in despair, and sat down in a position that was more suitable for me to use as a pillow.

"You, come on."

As if he had made a lot of determination, the monitor whispered to me.

Afraid that the monitor would regret it, I eagerly put my head into the monitor's arms.

First lie on your side, feeling the softness and excellent elasticity of Shusha's legs, and then switch to lying on your back, as if you are sunbathing on a lounge chair in Hawaii.

No wonder the literati described a woman's embrace as a "gentle place". As soon as I lay down on the monitor's lap, I really didn't want to leave.

The distance was so close that I could even clearly see the stitching of every button on the monitor's shirt. I smelled the unique fragrance of the girl and became dazzled.

As soon as my head came into contact, the squad leader's body jumped slightly in the sitting position, but it quickly stabilized and acted as a knee pillow conscientiously.

I was probably persuading myself in my heart that this was similar to the behavior of relatives comforting each other, and since I had a heart disease, this was caring for the patient, and there was no ambiguity in it.

Even my hands, which I didn’t know where to put them at first, now naturally stroked my hair, as if I were a kitten or puppy that needed comfort.

Tsk, it doesn’t matter whether you think of me as a cat or a dog, anyway, I’m sleeping on your lap now.

Lying on my back, I couldn't help but look up. From this angle, I looked past the squad leader's chest, which seemed to be getting higher and higher, to see what the squad leader's expression looked like now.

The squad leader seemed to notice that I was staring straight at her breasts, but because of our posture, unless I closed my eyes, as soon as I opened them, the beautiful scenery of the mountains was in front of me.

Sighing a little resignedly, the monitor continued to stroke the short hair on top of my head, almost saying "be good".

"Monitor, your breasts are so big."

I almost said this without hesitation, but later I felt that people should be content with what they have and finally enjoy the pillow on their knees. If you were kicked out for talking nonsense, it would be more than worth the loss.

Because to a certain extent, he was "serving" me with his body, and I was staring at my chest. Although the monitor tried his best to treat me as a small animal, he still had little effect. His cheeks were red and hot, and he regretted his soft-heartedness and let me Lie down, it's not easy to drive me down now.

"Don't look at me." The squad leader finally couldn't help but made a small request, "Can you close your eyes?"

I readily agreed and closed my eyes, but instead of becoming quiet, I sniffed hard and smelled the monitor's scent.

"You, what are you smelling?" The monitor's tone became urgent, and his legs moved slightly, "I don't smell anything, this is just the smell of shampoo."

Huh, don't lie. I heard that there is a kind of high-end tea. Only virgins are recruited as tea pickers. After picking, they are allowed to put it in their arms to absorb the body fragrance and then further process it. If this indescribable fragrance is just for shampooing If it's fine, wouldn't it be possible to prepare high-grade tea using shampoo?

Suddenly I realized: It turns out that the Chinese ancestors were no worse than the Japanese in terms of perversion. Isn't the tea above just a variant of "female body sheng", and it seems more elegant and cultural, not as vulgar as the latter? Such a strong taste.

It turns out that this is the essence of China's 50 million-year civilization. It turns out that the literati and poets are all educated hooligans. What I enjoyed on the monitor's knee pillow today, it turns out that you have enjoyed it a long time ago...

Sorry, due to the influence of the Republic of Korea, the length of China's history above has an extra "ten thousand" character. However, compared with the long history of the Republic of Korea, which is easily more than a billion years, even if China has a history of 50 million years, it is only a fraction. How can it be said? Comparable to the Republic of Korea, which created the universe.

Even in the Japanese anime "Hetalia", which uses the personification of the country as a selling point, there is a Chinese little brother nicknamed "Origin King" in South Korea. He often says, "This one originated from our country, and that one originated from us." Country", he still does not admit that he is China's younger brother, but says "I am my elder brother's elder brother."

Of course, this anime was met with angry boycotts from all over the Republic of Korea, causing the animated version to delete the character Origin King, but it still did not avoid the fate of being banned in South Korea.

Although the name of the Republic of Korea has the word "big" in it, it is so stingy, just like Shusha, who was often called "small class" by Pooh behind her back, is very generous.

Now they generously provide me with a knee pillow, just to make me feel happy and to help me recover from my heart disease.

Unknowingly, I completely let go of everything I had to carry and fell asleep on the squad leader's lap.

I slept so peacefully and without defense, as if I had truly become a cared-for pet, fully trusting in the monitor's protection.

I don't know how long it took, but I woke up to the sound of my cell phone vibrating. I found that the monitor was still in the same position as before I fell asleep. I was a little confused and didn't know whether to wake me up or take out the pocket of my jeans. mobile phone.

I suddenly felt that I had gone too far. My head was much heavier than a small animal. I pressed it on the monitor's leg for so long. The monitor did not dare to move an inch for fear of waking me up. It really gave the monitor a kind of close punishment. It's such a chore that she doesn't dare to check the text messages now.

I sat up sleepily from the squad leader's lap, scratched the hair on the back of my head and said to her: "Look at whose text message it is and how long I have been asleep."

"Only half an hour." The monitor said after looking at the alarm clock on the desk, and took out his cell phone to read the text message.

"It's... it's Zhuang Ni's apology message..." The monitor turned the phone over so that I could see the content on the screen.

After a total of six text messages, Zhuang Ni admitted her mistake to the squad leader in a sincere manner. Although she did not say anything nice about me, she basically admitted that the main reason for the unpleasantness was from her side, and the facts she described were basically consistent with the truth.

At the end of the apology text message, Zhuang Ni said that she helped Gong Caicai complete most of the finishing work of the dishes and asked the monitor if she wanted to go out to have lunch with them now.

"Are you still very angry with Zhuang Ni?" The monitor asked my opinion hesitantly, "If her presence here makes you very uncomfortable... I can let her leave first."

I know the class monitor is in a difficult position. She has always been unwilling to do things to her classmates. After all, Zhuang Ni is the one who brought gifts as a guest, and she also helped Gong Caicai prepare lunch for the first time. If she didn't let her have lunch, , it was a bit unkind to just kick her out of the house.

But the monitor kept looking into my eyes when he spoke. I guess as long as I insist on getting rid of Zhuang Ni, the monitor will become a villain for me. After all, it is my heart disease that needs more care.

I feel that as a man, I don’t need to be so stingy. Anyway, it is a blessing in disguise. I even enjoy a knee pillow, and there may be more benefits in the future.

"Since Zhuang Ni helped prepare lunch, it's not impossible to let her stay for lunch." I said in a half-master manner, "As long as she doesn't mention anything that makes me angry again."
Chapter completed!