Chapter 662 (1/2)

”Hello -” an chuxia glared at Han Qilu angrily. Can't this guy speak without beating him up a little bit?!

”Well, don't be angry.” Han Qilu said, actually a tiptoe, directly printed on her lips a soft kiss.

She just Suddenly, she was forced to kiss again.

Wait, why use ”Again”?

”Han Qilu!” Ann chuxia almost jumped.

”Here it is! What's the matter? ” Han Qilu chuckled shamelessly, then stood up and said, ”it's time to paint it. The bell has rung, otherwise I'll carry you back? ”

”Back to you, I'll go!” An chuxia ran out of the infirmary with ointment, his face flushed.

What Why did you run away when you were forced to kiss? An chuxia despises himself!

After returning to the classroom, an chuxia explained why she was allowed to enter the classroom late by the history teacher. She found that the recent teachers seemed to be more strict with her.

Compared with an early summer rush back to the classroom, Han Qilu simply like a walk, slowly walked back to the classroom, but also directly through the back door.

”Han Qilu schoolmate!” The English teacher on the platform held his breath and said, ”if you are late, do you go straight into the classroom without calling a report?”

The students who had been doing their own things stopped what they were doing and looked at the teacher on the platform with wide eyes.

This is the first time that the teacher dare to train Han Qilu publicly! Is it not today that the English teacher's physiological period has arrived? But I haven't heard of men's physiological period

Everyone held their breath and waited for the development of the situation.

Generally, when young master Han makes mistakes, his teachers will teach them in private. And the way of education is also extremely euphemistic. It is unprecedented to point out Han Qilu's mistakes directly like today.

Han Qilu's eyes were tight, and his expression spread a light surprise.

”Oh?” A few seconds later, Han Qilu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the teacher on the platform with a trace of banter, and said with disdain, ”I'm sorry, no one has ever told me that I want to report when I enter the classroom.”

Although Han Qilu has a smile on his face, his words have no temperature, and the meaning of playfulness is self-evident.

He was very curious about how the English teacher, who usually looked like a shrunken one, suddenly dared to teach him a lesson in front of so many people. Although this is not a lesson, it is enough to prove that something is beginning to go wrong.

The look of surprise was gradually replaced by gravity.

Although Han Qilu is cynical, it doesn't mean that he just muddles through the day. His Chengfu, if he wants to, may be better than Han Liuhai

”No one has ever told you to shout a report when you are late for class, so I remind you as your teacher.” The English teacher grasped the blackboard eraser in his hand. His face was a strong metaphor. It seems that he has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

”Good.” Han Qilu's eyes showed approval, but the eyes were cold.

Voice down, Han Qilu back a few steps, back to the door of the back door. In full view of the public, his lips a hook, the perfect arc enough to let the girls have fallen.

”Report.”

These two words, Han Qilu almost gnashing his teeth to say, but his face, from the beginning to the end, hung just smile.

Anyone who knows him knows that he is on the verge of an outbreak.

Smart people all know that this time should be convergence, but today I do not know why, the English teacher is unexpectedly in the hands of the blackboard eraser ”PIA” to throw. Dust in the air jump up, the students in front of several tables have reached out to cover their mouth and nose, in order to prevent dust from entering.