I felt that my father was deliberately showing off by calling me and telling me that he slept with drunk Aunt Ren all night.

Because not many people know about his relationship with Aunt Ren. Apart from me, there are probably only Aunt Ren’s father and brother, and Director Cao.

It's not a relationship between husband and wife. You can't show off to someone if you hold their daughter and sleep with your sister all night, unless you want to get beaten.

As for Director Cao, although he and his father are friends who talk about everything, but because he is too "talking about everything", the dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory, and he may even laugh at his father for being pedantic and thinking that women I made the right move when I was drunk, but spent the whole night hugging him and wasted my hotel money.

So after thinking about it, the only person I can find to show off is my son. And I don’t want to say it directly to show off. I have to act like I don’t want to say it. Let me take the initiative to ask. Dad, you are going too far. , if you have time to do this, why not settle the matter of proposing to Aunt Ren as soon as possible.

I asked my father how Aunt Ren reacted to him hugging her to sleep after she sobered up. Dad hesitated and refused to say anything. He probably got beaten by Aunt Ren, but the beating was not serious.

"Dad, that's enough. I have to go to class. You should hurry up and do some business. Don't forget to take care of the online store business. If you have time, you can practice your cooking skills. Didn't Aunt Ren say that it's too difficult for you to cook? If I eat, won’t I marry you?”

Dad reluctantly agreed, and I put away my phone and entered the classroom to prepare for the second class.

This section is a history class. There are history textbooks on Xiaoqin's desk, so she doesn't need to read one with me. She feels very sorry for this.

The history teacher who once had a nosebleed because Gong Caicai's breasts exceeded the standard for junior high school students walked up and down the podium, shaking his head and talking about the Italian Renaissance.

"Students, have any of you heard of the Italian poet Dante's "Divine Comedy"?"

"I know." Several boys rushed to answer, "Dante is the male protagonist of "Devil May Cry". His double guns and big sword are so cool."

"It's just that the fifth-generation Dante is too frustrated. He is just a left-handed young loser..."

"Hey, don't look down on the fifth generation Dante. As long as you cover your face, you still look handsome."

The history teacher was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He slapped the desk on the podium sadly.

"You, this class of students, are the worst class I have ever taught. You only know how to play games all day long and don't study hard. You don't know who Dante is in history, right? I'll give you another chance, Leonardo da Vinci." Whoever mentions the game again will be punished by being forced to stand in the corridor."

"Da Vinci is a painter..." someone replied weakly.

Just as the history teacher was about to praise him, someone else continued: "It is said in "The Da Vinci Code" that Leonardo da Vinci was the chief executive of the Eshan Monastery and was responsible for protecting the descendants of Jesus. This is so awesome."

"Da Vinci is the boss of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and wields two swords."

"Jie, Jie, Jie, in fact, "The Da Vinci Code" has an adult version. I won't tell ordinary people..." This is the despicable Eunuch Cao.

The history teacher had a heavy breath in his chest and was swaying as if he had been hit by Devil May Cry Dante's double spears or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' double swords. His face was extremely ugly.

"Please keep quiet," the squad leader restrained from the back row. "I have written down all those who disrupt the order of the class. If they do it again, I will write an inspection."

The class became quiet, and the history teacher nodded gratefully to Shu Sha. The history teacher, who is in her 40s, is no better than the head teacher Yu, and she often cannot suppress her students.

"Hmm, now everyone turn to page 5 of the textbook, let's take a look at Leonardo da Vinci's portrait..."

During class time, the corridor is quieter than the classroom, but at this moment, the sound of footsteps of leather shoes can be heard in the quiet corridor.

It's neither urgent nor slow, neither quick nor slow, and is quite similar to the pace of Dante in Devil May Cry among monsters and monsters.

Including the history teacher, everyone's attention was attracted by the sound of footsteps, and the owner of the footsteps quickly stopped at the door of the classroom of Class 3 (3), and then opened the door without knocking.

The one who walked in with the gloomy aura of hell was Zhuang Ni, who was completely dressed in black.

She did not wear a school uniform like most of her classmates, but went her own way and wore a black half-sleeved long skirt, paired with translucent black stockings, and slightly heeled pointed-toe rivet shoes (also black).

Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders. Although it was not as long as the senior's hair, it had grown a bit longer during the summer vacation. As before, Zhuang Ni covered half of her face with slanted bangs, and the other half looked sickly pale. , the only exposed part under the left eye is the thick dark circles accumulated due to lack of sleep, which looks like a smoky makeup.

After Zhuang Ni walked into the classroom from the front door, the classroom suddenly became quieter than when the monitor was maintaining order. To use a Western fantasy background as an analogy, it is like a bunch of ignorant villagers meeting a respected paladin, or The different reactions to the cruel necromancer.

It is said that black makes you look slimmer. Zhuang Ni came in all black and stood against the background of the snow-white wall, which made her look even thinner than usual, even to the point of being ethereal. It would not be surprising if she immediately started to float.

Zhuang Ni was holding a black schoolbag with a reverse pentagram pattern in one hand, which obviously contained few books. Without saying hello to the history teacher, she walked to her seat in the middle of the classroom.

There is a "don't care about anything" demeanor in her movements, and her whole person looks weird and decadent, with a little bit of nobility and freedom.

Like a crow flying over the battlefield, after feasting on the flesh and blood of the princes and nobles, it left behind a piece of black feather with a sense of mockery.

After Zhuang Ni took two steps, the history teacher remembered that she was in class.

"Hey, classmate, what's going on with you? You should at least say, 'Teacher, I'm late.'"

Zhuang Ni stopped and held her schoolbag as if she were carrying someone's head. She looked at the male history teacher with a look that looked at garbage and said nothing.

The history teacher shuddered, and he probably remembered that this was Zhuang Ni, the big devil who gave all the teachers and students a headache, but for the sake of his teacher's face, he had to criticize Zhuang Ni.

So he bit the bullet and raised his voice in a sullen voice.

"Do you know what day today is? Today is September 3rd, the first day of school. Moreover, today is also the Victory Day of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War. The democratic party 'Jiusan Society' was named to commemorate this day."

The history teacher reprimanded the students but also did not forget to popularize historical knowledge to everyone. He is really an example of a good teacher in China.

"On this memorable day, you are late for school and class. Are you worthy of the millions of revolutionary martyrs who sacrificed their lives to defeat the Japanese invaders? Write a letter of apology to me before school and hand it in."

After the history teacher said this, the classroom was silent. Everyone was curious about Zhuang Ni's reaction.

The class monitor also didn't say anything for the time being. Zhuang Ni was the only difficult person in class 3 (3) who the class monitor didn't know how to deal with. What's more, Zhuang Ni never forgot to kiss and hug the class monitor Lily. Let the squad leader avoid it for fear of not getting there.

Just like the monarch of hell being disturbed by pitiable mortals, Zhuang Ni frowned and said calmly: "Please don't talk to me casually, otherwise I will sue you for sexual harassment."

The history teacher was so angry that he slammed the table, "The whole class is watching. How did I sexually harass you?"

Zhuang Ni's voice still seemed to come from the deep space of the universe: "Your existence itself is sexual harassment, and all men are such dirty things."

"That's enough." The monitor couldn't help but stood up and shouted to Zhuang Ni, "I sent a text message asking you to come back to class. I didn't ask you to come back and contradict the teacher. Go back to your seat."

Originally, the matter ended like this, which saved some face for the history teacher. Anyway, the history teacher was not the only one who couldn't defeat Zhuang Ni. Even the dean and the vice principal couldn't afford to offend Zhuang Ni, who was always seeking death.

But for some reason, the history teacher was a little obsessed today and had to give Zhuang Ni some color.

"Your attitude is disrespectful to all educators. I will make you stand in the corridor and you will not be allowed to come in to listen to the class."

"Strong on the outside but fucked on the inside..." Zhuang Ni commented in a low voice, then threw her schoolbag on the ground, lifted up the hair covering the right half of her face, and exposed her right eye.

The history teacher immediately took a step back on the podium, as if he was afraid that Zhuang Ni would shoot a laser from her right eye, or something unscientific.

However, Zhuang Ni just bent her vampire-like pale fingers into a hook shape, pointed them at the right eye socket, and made a motion as if she was going to dig out the eyeball.

The fingertips have already touched the cornea, and the strength of the hand does not look like a show at all, and the twisted smile that brings pleasure from self-mutilation makes everyone shudder.

"You, what are you going to do?" the history teacher was frightened.

"Haha, anyway, this eye is often blocked by hair, so it's basically useless..."

"Stop, stop, don't do this in my class. You can go back to your seat. You don't have to stand as a punishment."

"No." Zhuang Ni continued her efforts to dig out her right eye, "If I don't pay a price, I will be sorry for the revolutionary martyrs who shed their blood."

Eyes are extremely fragile organs. The history teacher wanted to stop Zhuang Ni, but was afraid that he would be a disservice. So he was at a loss and was trembling all over. He was about to kneel down if he didn't hold on to the podium table.

Soon after saying that, like a gust of wind, the monitor moved from the back of the classroom to Zhuang Ni's side. As if arresting a prisoner, he twisted Zhuang Ni's hands behind her back and escorted her back to her seat.

"Monitor, you hurt me." Although she said this verbally, Zhuang Ni didn't make any resistance, and her expression seemed to be quite enjoying it.

"I'm sorry, I will ask Zhuang Ni to write her self-reflection letter before school." The class monitor apologized to the history teacher on behalf of Zhuang Ni.

The history teacher wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved his hand: "No, she just did me a big favor by not dying in my class..."

Before sitting down in the seat she had been away from for a long time, Zhuang Ni glanced in my direction, her eyes containing a strong hatred that did not belong to this world.

Sure enough, she won't let me go, because I kissed the monitor in front of her and slapped her in the face. So when she comes back to class this time, her most important goal is actually to kill me?
Chapter completed!