MTL - The Villain is Happy Being a Father-Chapter 149

The classroom is quiet.

Those who ate snacks, passed notes, read comic novels, and slept all stopped, and their eyes gathered on the corps.

The language teacher paused, remembering that the squad was still a little illiterate and couldn't read the contents of the textbook. She followed a finger. "You come to read this, remember, the word is not bad."

It’s easier to read a lesson than to endorse.

The named **** was confident and smiled, clearing the voice, and reading the textbook, the voice swayed.

After reading it, look at the dumplings: "Do you remember the little sound?"

The eyes of the squad are wide, and the small expression is very serious. "The sound is remembered."

The sound of the milky milk sounded in the classroom, and the corps was very serious. Even the tone of the person who read the book was imitated.

This kind of tone is in the slogan of the school, and it is awkward. Under the imitation of the three-year-old small group, there is a strange feeling.

Before the dumplings were finished, the classmates of the ten classes stunned and laughed. They tried not to laugh out loud to disturb the group’s endorsement. After the group had finished reading, they couldn’t help but smile on the table, clapping their hands, making tables, and even A batch of batches rolled directly to the ground.

The scums only know how to laugh. The focus of the Chinese teacher is different from that of them. Chen Yu’s face is softer. She thinks that the history teacher’s statement is still not in line with reality. The memory of the group is so good that it is not endorsed.

She can even remember the words and actions of others, and imitate them. This kind of unforgettable ability is only available to some top geniuses.

Chen Hao clap his hands and praised him: "All are back, children are great, there is nothing wrong."

The gang had just laughed at the uncles and sisters. She was still a little nervous. She looked around and thought that she was making a joke. The unseen illiterate gang was stunned by the skirt of the small cake skirt. She listened to the teacher and praised her. The eyes of the dumplings light up.

She raised her face, even because she was too short, she was subconsciously squatting on the desk and her eyes were brightly looking at the teacher. "Really?"

After receiving the teacher's affirmation, the tail of the group suddenly curled up. "The sound will know that the sound is the best, the teacher is very good, the sound likes you!"

The enthusiasm and enthusiasm expressed that the singularity of the sentimental expression has once again confessed to the "extinction of the teacher too", the small expression is very sincere, "the sound knows that the teacher is a good teacher, the teacher is the best!"

Shen Yan reached out and squeezed the fat of the dumplings. "Who is the best?"

The troupe turned his head and turned his head and smiled. "Of course, it is the best!"

"If, if you listen carefully to the class, it will be even better if you pass the exam later!"

When the group spoke, they didn't lower their voices. The teachers and students of the ten classes looked at the sun and the sun. The school was encouraged by a three-year-old slogan. The laughter turned over and the table slammed.

Usually, the school is incapable of lawlessness. It can be regarded as a nemesis. The nemesis is not someone else. She is only a three-year-old milk dumpling!

Chen Hao knocked on the blackboard and said: "It’s not difficult for the children to listen to the music. It’s not a hard time to go back. It’s one of the test sites. I will check back next Monday.”

The students who slap the table are not willing to raise their heads. "Back, recite? Teacher, do you say it again?"

Chen Hao screamed, ruthlessly broke their fantasies and said: "No mistakes, back texts."

“Don't you think you are worse than a three-year-old?”

"If a three-year-old child can carry it down, you can't do it? Is Bai Chang's teen age?"

The slag-rich second generation of the ten classes looked at the extermination teacher's mouth and his mouth. He didn't come back. He was still laughing at the fun, and it was his turn.

Xue Shou said that it is not fun! What is fun with endorsement!

Laugh a fart! They just smiled? Why do you laugh at the little genius that you can easily recite? They are the poor worms that should be laughed at!

At this time, the class bell rang and another class ended.

However, the ten classmates were not happy. They didn't have a head and went out to find happiness in the class. Instead, they smashed the eggplant with the cream and smashed it on the table.

Xu Zhaqi came to Shen Yu’s side and met the uncle’s eyes. He suggested with Shen Shen: “Brother, you just ask a nanny to bring your child at home.”

Xu Zha has been able to understand it in the past few days. It is unlikely that Shen Zhe will throw away the dumplings.

To be inconceivable, Xu Zhuang even thinks that his incompetent Shen Ge is so young that he has the conscious of being a dad...

The rest of the people saw Xu Zium saying so, and they all came together. You said in a word: "Zu Zium is right, Shen Ge, you think about it, Xiaoyin is only three years old, always with our high school class." Great, she should go to kindergarten to be king."

Not waiting to talk, the group squinted, she was angry, and said: "You are all bad, you are willing to bring the sound, you can not!"

Facing the small eyes of the group seeking the alliance, Shen Yu held back his smile and coughed and said: "Since... you all say that..."

The group was busy shouting: "Dad!"

"Speak a fart! I am willing to take it with you, use your chicken?"

"A group of garbage, even three-year-old children are better than you, go back!"

Scum people: "..."

Someone couldn't help but swear: "Isn't you still a slag? You have the ability to look back?"

Sinking ears move: "..."

Usually, the 30-year-old Chinese teacher who is serious and unhappy every day, when he returns to the office, let his colleagues encircle.

They have heard about the corps. As early as the history teacher's propaganda, all the teachers in the third class know that the school squad brought the school's child, the memory is amazing, and the teacher can remember what she can remember.

Chen Hao said with a sip of water: "It is better than imagined."

"How is a good law?"

Speaking of this, Chen Hao did not speak, and lost a sentence: "I want to know if I look at it."

Tomorrow is Saturday and there is a lesson in the afternoon. This lucky teacher is a teacher who teaches politics.

She smiled and walked away with the courseware. "Hey, go see and see!"

"..."

The group welcomed the third teacher who was very friendly to her.

If the political teacher does not agree with each other, he will endorse the group. After the end of the class, the class representatives will be circled. When the class is over, tell the classmates of the class.

"You are going to do this today, and you will come back next week."

Scum people: "..."

Whoever provokes who they are, even the political teachers who have always been active and Buddhist have begun to torture them!

When I finally got to class, the ten classmates felt that it was too difficult today.

I think that the weekend is still a variety of endorsements, the whole person is not good. Doesn't it mean that Diya High School is the most free and human right, and is it the most humanized high school in the city?

Why are there any endorsements such as endorsements? !

Xu Zu stared at the phone.

At the moment the political teacher went out, he shouted: "Don't go! The real murderer found it!"

"Really, really fierce?"

Others are still remembering the relaxed life of **** in the past, and they have not responded for a while.

Xu Zaudao: "The people who are black brothers have found it!"

"Shen, you come over and see, I just sent it to me."

A group of people gathered around, carefully looked at a series of data such as the mountain, and compared the confirmation of authenticity.

The girl who checked the data with the hacker was playing with her fingers and casually glanced and said: "J God shot these little meanings and will not go wrong. You can rest assured, just catch the murderer."

"The trough is the grandson of the seventh middle school!"

"Seven in the middle of the rise? Is that the last time we fight with our brother?"

"it's him!"

One of the indulgent followers did not hold back a swearing swearing voice and said: "I didn't expect this turtle grandson to ask for foreign aid outside the school last time. Even now, what is it?"

"The two photos were taken by the brothers when they went to the hospital with a small sound. On the night, I heard that the rise was also not bad. It was he who was right. It must have been met in the hospital. I took a photo of the black guys!"

The squad squinted and looked at the left and looked at it. After listening for a while, she understood it, and some people hurt her!

The whole squad was blasted, "Which bad guy is a daddy, the sound is to avenge his father!"

Xu Zha smiled and reached out and touched the small head of his head. He said, "It’s not enough for your little body to have a finger."

Sinking staring at the results of the investigation for a while, picked up the gang and went out: "What are you waiting for? Go on, go and do him."

The classmates of the ten classes and the insane classmates clapped their hands and cheered, "Go, let him go!"

The squad was affected by the atmosphere, and the small fist was lifted up and raised. "Go, let him go!"

"Hahahahaha! He knows that he wants to take revenge!"

"..."

Watching the lively look and the crowd, the support of the field, the entire 30th class almost rushed.

The team is so vast, the squad is soaring, and the small milk tone has not stopped. After the words of the uncles and sisters, like a repeater, they repeat the words.

Sinking in a brisk pace, for the first time, I thought that the fight made him happy!

When the door is raised at the school gate, let this pedestrian block it.

I don't know who brought a small horn, there is a girl who picks it up, puts it on the mouth and talks with other people about the best things.

Fighting, but it’s so black.

In this high school era, where the most loyalty is about the morality of the rivers and lakes, Yuesheng is honored to be the kind of person that students despise.

Seeing that there are more and more students in the same school, the face is getting more and more red. "Well, what are you doing around? If you have something to say, let's find a place to say."

"Let's talk about it, don't run, don't move, let's find it ourselves."

In the end, on the basketball court in a nearby community, the more swelled, the more he didn’t have to use it. Xu Zhuang took several guys around the class.

The last time I was raised, I was injured. Now I haven’t got it all right. This hurts me and I almost didn’t breathe.

His nose is swollen and his voice is a little bit squeaky. "...you, you are bullying!"

"The post is not from me, don't say it!"

It’s time for this, and the more it’s still dead, the dead duck’s mouth, and Zu Zir’s lost the phone.

Pointing at the above information to show him, "See no? id, ip address is clear, people are still crawling your computer along your online record, take some fun things, do not want to see ?"

"Forget it, you must not want to, since you like to post publicly, then, open together and meet your wishes."

More and more: "..."

Until then, there was some regret in the rise. These rich second generations have money and people, and everything can be clearly and clearly understood.

The more the phone covered the phone, closed his eyes and said: "Don't look, it's me."

"Sinking, what do you have to be proud of, isn't it a good birth? What kind of thing is it better than others?"

"I know that Diya is your family's investment, just like your back garden. The rich second generation of these wealthy people are also mixed with you. You are amazing, I will plant!"

"But, what about it, I admit defeat to you today because of your origin, everything behind you, not you, sinking!"

The scorpion was blindfolded from beginning to end, and only the ears could hear it.

She screamed, she wanted to talk, and Dad let go of her! 2k novel reading network