He turned out to be the old man from our dormitory building, old yellow man
Old Huangtou, I don't know what his real name is
I only know that before liberation, he was a pony man who was a senior official of the Kuomintang.
He is sixty-nine years old and is still pretty strong
I don't know that the leader in the school is his relative. A few years ago, he was placed in the dormitory building to get an update and look at the door.
None of us who live on campus knows him. During the day, we always see him enjoying the cool under the shade of the tree at the entrance of the building, squinting our eyes and staring blankly at the sky
Occasionally, someone saw him walking on campus in the middle of the night, rubbing a pair of iron galls in his hand. Even at night, the moonlight reflected on the iron galls can be seen clearly by people far away.
He was very amiable to our students and treated us as our grandchildren. He often bought some snacks and put them in the hut where he lived, asked us to eat. Sometimes he would pick up the children who went to eat, patted his face, pinched his butt or something.
I've never been to his hut. First of all, I don't like his snacks at all. What my mother gives me is ten times more expensive than his
And I don't like snacks at all, I think it's the low-level taste of a little girl
A man is a real man holding a cigarette, but he is a bottle of wine.
Second, I think his actions are too intimate. I have never wanted adults to touch me or touch my head or something. I am not a kitten or a dog, so what are you doing?
But I never thought Lao Huangtou was a bad person
Adults, especially old men, seem to love children, so patting and touching is common.
Most of the students like him very much
There are also a few people including Xie Pei and Ouyang Ling who don’t like him and are always far away from him. Our squad leader Liu Xiaomei is one of them. As for me, I can only be considered as not dislike him.
Unexpectedly, he was so perverted
My first thought was to go and expose him. What a terrible thing it would be to let such an old pervert beside us, a group of pure children (except me).
But then I thought about it, there were too many people involved in this matter, and I was a little bitchy and the matter was too bizarre. I am afraid no one can believe it. If you accidentally, even I, a little hooligan, will be discovered.
The current plan is better to warn the students to be careful of him, slowly collect evidence, and try to expose his perverted nature at one time.
Just as I was thinking, a ringtone came from my ears. This was a preparatory bell, telling everyone that there were still ten minutes to go to class. The class monitor would start checking the work of the students on duty in the morning to see if the hygiene in the classroom had been cleaned up, and the students also began to prepare for the first class homework one after another.
I think this old man should let Teacher Yuan go, otherwise she will have no time to organize her clothes
Old Man Huang, who heard the ringtone, stopped bullying Teacher Yuan's breasts. I saw that there were already a few traces of blood stasis on the snow-white breasts, some of which were green and some purple, and I thought it must be very painful.
Teacher Yuan's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, and his face looked very pale. Even the eyes were soaked with tears. Everything seemed to be telling me the pain that the old man had brought to her just now.
Poor Teacher Yuan
I think, but your nightmare should be over soon. We will see you in class later. Please beg for your own blessing.
I should have slipped back to the classroom before Teacher Yuan arrived at the class, and asked Ouyang Ling and Xie Pei's reaction after reading my letter
I stood up quietly, tiptoed to the side of the low wall, climbed over the low wall, stepped on the windowsill of the fourth floor window that was slightly lower than mine, and jumped gently into the corridor, and it turned out to be silent.
Damn, this is light skills. I claimed to be complimenting myself, but I forgot the credit for the Nike air cushion shoes on my feet
I carefully passed the closed door of the men's bathroom and was about to quickly escape from the scene, but I heard the painful moans from Teacher Yuan came from inside.
How could it be so loud?
Wouldn't it be if someone else in the corridor?
Even if the man accidentally took off the ball in her mouth, Teacher Yuan wouldn't usually make such a loud noise. She wouldn't want the students to see her like this, right?
I couldn't help but feel curious and looked inside through the crack of the door. Sure enough, Lao Huangtou released another new program for Teacher Yuan.
I saw that the small box that Old Man Huang placed on the ground was opened at some point
Old Man Huang was taking out something as big as a soda bottle cap from it and put it on Teacher Yuan's breasts. When the thing was placed on the breasts, it seemed to be hanging, swaying.
But from time to time, one or two fell to the ground, and the falling things would move quickly
Teacher Yuan kept moaning, the sound came from his throat. I think it should be the maximum volume that a woman with her mouth blocked can make.
What exactly makes her so painful? I looked at it with all my eyes. After seeing it, I not only took a breath of air conditioning, but also felt goose bumps all over my body
What Mr. Huang took out from the small box was a living little hair-claw crab!
Those little crabs were captured for no reason, and most of them knew that their lives would be difficult to protect. When they were held in the air by the old man, they were already swaying their teeth and claws. Two clamps that were so big that they were disproportionate to their small crab shells were flying left and right. When they finally met Teacher Yuan's tender and warm breasts, would it be reasonable that they were not too big to be clamped?
And once you pinch it, you will not let go of anything. The power of the crab claw is not enough to break the tender flesh on the breast. It is just deeply trapped in the skin. The pain it gives to Teacher Yuan can be imagined.
The poor Concubine Yuan Qing didn't know what was raging on her breasts, and she felt a burst of severe pain penetrated her heart. The other crab legs of the hairy claw crab kept moving around and told her that the thing on her chest was a living thing.
Another kind of woman's natural fear of small living creatures gave her a greater impact on her spirit, and the consequence was that her whole mind and body were concentrated on her breasts, thus magnifying all her pain feelings more than twice.
She tried hard to shout, constantly shaking her head, and for a moment, tears and sweat were flying, and the thin lines formed by saliva danced in the air.
I was frightened by the sight, and decided to make some noise to scare the old man away and let Teacher Yuan escape from the sea of suffering. I evacuate immediately in this position. I guess the old man would not find out who it was.
While thinking, the moans in my ears suddenly changed tone, and they were connected into one piece by one.
Gradually lowered, and finally turned into sobs
I hurriedly looked up and saw Teacher Yuan's body twitching constantly. From my perspective, I could only see her front. I couldn't say what happened. I just felt that her lower abdomen seemed not as bulging as before, and her breasts seemed to have suddenly become bigger. Five or six little crabs fell to the ground, only one or two were still there. Spicy claws were destroyed.
I remember that Teacher Hua, who taught us the plant class, gave a lecture in the previous few classes: Crabs and fish are cold-blooded animals, it seems that it is true.
The old man ran behind Teacher Yuan at some point, and couldn't see what he was doing. The small basin that was originally placed on the ground was gone.
The sound of water dripping from the toilet, and the water seemed to drip into some plastic container, making a buzzing noise.
The loud sob turned into a low whimper, as if the most terrifying part of Teacher Yuan finally passed, and he felt humiliation and pain in his mind.
However, she obviously underestimated the opponent she could not see, because Old Man Huang put his hand into the small box and took out two medium-sized hairy crabs. This time, these two were as big as four small crabs, and the crab claws were also particularly thick and powerful. What made me most furious outside the door was that Old Man Huang aimed the crab claws at the two red cherry-like nipples on Teacher Yuan’s snow-white breasts.
Is it too inhumane? Is it too unmanned? I don’t want to accumulate some good deeds?
I thought this old man's destructive power and imagination were first-class, but his path was a little wrong, and he was a naughty and obscene faction. If you deal with him in the future, you should be careful.
If I don’t take action, I’m afraid that the third uncle will not see his disciple’s beautiful nipples. He hurriedly trotted to the other end of the corridor, walked towards the toilet again, deliberately making footsteps, and shouted: Ermao, come back quickly, the toilet is not open, it’s locked, go up the first floor and go up!
Although the shouting was not loud, it was enough for the perverted old man in the toilet to hear it
Our teaching building is all good, well equipped and beautifully decorated. There is only one disadvantage, that is, there are few toilets.
It was enough, but since the expansion of enrollment year before yesterday, each grade of junior high school has changed from four classes to eight classes. The classroom is barely enough, but the number of toilets is really small. The male students urinated well, and everyone lined up in a row, with hundreds of chickens squirting, and various urinary columns were white or yellow, drawing various curves, spreading towards the urinal at different angles, forming a small Yellow River, rushing away with heat, which is definitely spectacular.
However, there are only a few pits for feces, which cannot be shared by two or more people. Therefore, the contradiction between more people and few pits seems extremely sharp.
The girls are even more miserable. They even have to line up to urinate. After class, you can often see dozens of cute girls lined up along the wall of the toilet. Their faces are blushing and their image is gloomy. Those who are about to arrive are emitting their eyes and their expressions are chic. At the end of the line, they are bowing their necks, frowning, and stomping their feet to sigh.
The overall situation can only be seen at the counter where the underwear discount is sold in the mall.
So there are often people who suddenly run out with a strange smell during class, and teachers of various subjects are no longer accustomed to it.
(Author's words: From this we can see that expanding enrollment will kill people!)
Back to the point, I'll continue acting
Then, I walked to the door, pushed the door a few times, and turned into another voice and said: Xiaoqiang, I can't hold it in. You go find someone to ask for the keys. The toilet on the first floor is also full. I'd better go to this. If it really doesn't work, I will hit the door and go in.
My tone is filled with the depression and impatientness of a person who is about to be exhausted but cannot be eliminated. Since I have sufficient life experience, I can now say that I can learn it vividly.
I listened to the sound in the door. I guess Old Man Huang was so scared that he was almost wet his pants.
If he didn't want someone to catch him, he had to put Teacher Yuan immediately and put on her clothes quickly
I waited for a while, covered my mouth with my hands so that my voice sounded from afar, and shouted: Ermao, there is a squat seat on the second floor, come quickly! I'll take it for you
Alas, I'm here! I shouted in surprise, and turned back to Ermao's voice, running all the way to the third floor
After I arrived at the third floor, I went to a corner without anyone else and covered my mouth and laughed for a while. I admired my acting skills and was so impressed by the object.
After waiting for less than a minute, I saw Lao Huang coming down from the fourth floor with his big plastic bag. He looked very guilty and walked in a hurry and kept looking around.
After arriving at the second floor, he returned to his usual slow pace and walked downstairs slowly with his hands behind his back.
After a while, Teacher Yuan put on his clothes and rushed down from the fourth floor. The tears on his face had been washed away, but the circles of his eyes were still a little red and swollen. Her left hand covered her chest, as if the pain had not completely disappeared. Her other hand grabbed the hem of her skirt strangely, as if it was very cold.
I also noticed that there were still some water droplets on her calves that were not cleaned. Did she wash her feet upstairs just now?
When she arrived at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, she paused, wiped her eyes with her sleeves, raised her face, looked at the ceiling in the corridor, sighed slowly, and hurried to the teacher's office on the second floor
For some reason, when I saw Teacher Yuan’s sad appearance, I felt very uncomfortable. The sigh deeply touched my heart. For a moment, I just felt that it was such a wrong thing to hurt such a beauty. The hatred for Lao Huangtou suddenly arose in my heart, and anger erupted like a volcano.
I rushed to the window at the end of the west side of the corridor on the third floor, and looked down. The short figure of Lao Huangtou was passing by downstairs. I looked around and there were a few pots of cactus on the ground below the windowsill. My hands naturally stretched towards the largest pot.
After Peng!, the scream that was supposed to be resounding throughout the campus was an old man's scream, but he didn't expect the scream was covered up by the even more harsh class ringtone.
I leaned my head out and glanced out. The old man was still covering his face and moaning. There were a few voices in the distance who found something strange here had already come over. I think it was okay, no one was killed, but this should make you, the perverted old man, be honest for a few days.
I clapped my hands and walked towards the classroom on the second floor with a cool look. Thinking that my beautiful deskmate was still wearing the underwear I took off from Xie Pei, I couldn't help but feel a little faster, and my steps were a little faster.
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It was an early summer morning, and the refreshing breeze blew into the classroom with the singing of birds and flowers, from the open windows on the second floor of Yudong Middle School teaching building, with the fragrance of birds and flowers.
The birds are singing crisply and beautifully, but there are no traces of birds on the tree
Is the fragrance of these flowers? It's better not to mention them, like stinky shrimps or rotten fish. The smell of peach blossoms in June is always concealing the nose.
Fortunately, the peach tree is far away from the building, so the smell is not so strong.
The friction between chalk and the blackboard comes from various classrooms from time to time, and occasionally it is mixed with the teacher's questions and the students' answers.
A neat sound of chanting the text sounded in the classroom of Class 2, Grade 3, I was reciting the 16th lesson, Lian Po and Lin Xiangru
There should have been 71 child voices, but now there are only 69. There are two voices missing. Of course, the Chinese teacher who teaches class cannot notice such a subtle difference. Besides, she seems to be a little absent-minded.
This is a very young female teacher. She looks only twenty-one or two years old. She is wearing a white suit, very simple, the texture is not very good, but she looks very suitable.
It was an ordinary piece of clothing worth less than 100 yuan, but it looked particularly sexy and charming when worn on her. Her perfect breasts were raised, her waist was just right, her short skirt was rounded by her hips, and her slender neck exposed in the air, her calves, and a small piece of white and tender chest muscle that appeared occasionally between the first and second buttons of the shirt in the collar, which could make any man feel moved by the heart.
The fabric of her suit skirt is not very thick. After all, it's summer and there seems to be no petticoat inside. It's logical that the outline of her underwear can be vaguely seen, but it can't be seen, unless her underwear is very thin silk underwear, otherwise, it's just that she's not wearing it.
No one will notice, as long as I stick to these two classes... She thought: Who was the person who tortured me just now? Why did he leave so suddenly, as if he was very nervous? Fortunately, I was in a hurry to attend class, otherwise my attendance record would not be 100% and I would not be able to participate in the evaluation of excellent teachers. But I didn’t know where to go in a hurry. I must have taken away my underwear by that person. What was my underwear for?
She glanced at the students under the podium, with rows of small heads staring at the textbooks seriously, and read the text aloud. Due to the large crowds, the originally spacious classroom now seems crowded, and some students are sitting next to the elbows
It was the result of the school leaders' large-scale expansion of enrollment for money. She thought: I don't know if the teaching quality can be guaranteed if this continues, poor children
She looked at a boy sitting aside for the second trip, and the boy's body was almost squeezed against the girl against the wall.
She remembered that the boy was named Meng Jun, and his deskmate was a girl named Ouyang Ling
Both of these people are very good students, especially Meng Jun. He writes good articles, has unique ideas and strong observation skills.
The young female teacher looked at the two students with loving eyes and a little trance, as if the female eagle who had just become a mother was looking at her little eagle.
She didn't notice that this boy named Meng Jun was squeezing Ouyang Ling a bit too much, and there was still a lot of room on his left.
At this time, the boy suddenly raised his head and looked at her. She felt that his eyes were bright, as if they were real, and it seemed to be shooting towards her lower body in an instant.
No wonder his observation is so strong and he always describes things so accurately. It turns out that his eyes are so powerful, but why did he seem to be looking at me just now? He is just a little boy. I must have read it wrong and he doesn't understand anything.
The female teacher standing on the podium listening to us reading the text was Concubine Yuan Qing. When Lao Huangtou let her go, it was already two minutes before class was about to go. She endured the pain in her body and the numbness of her hands and feet. She put on her clothes, but found that her underwear disappeared. It was definitely too late to go back to the dormitory to find another one, so she had to go to her office naked, get the textbook and handouts, and run to the classroom.
This is exactly: the hairy crab abuses the perverted yellow, the flower pots are falling from the sky, the trick is to relieve Yuan Qingfei, Meng Jun peeks at the army and the spring light
The poem by the boss who is whs111 is really wonderful. I can apply it here so that my brothers can see it. It’s not that I plagiarized it.
Old Huangtou, I don't know what his real name is
I only know that before liberation, he was a pony man who was a senior official of the Kuomintang.
He is sixty-nine years old and is still pretty strong
I don't know that the leader in the school is his relative. A few years ago, he was placed in the dormitory building to get an update and look at the door.
None of us who live on campus knows him. During the day, we always see him enjoying the cool under the shade of the tree at the entrance of the building, squinting our eyes and staring blankly at the sky
Occasionally, someone saw him walking on campus in the middle of the night, rubbing a pair of iron galls in his hand. Even at night, the moonlight reflected on the iron galls can be seen clearly by people far away.
He was very amiable to our students and treated us as our grandchildren. He often bought some snacks and put them in the hut where he lived, asked us to eat. Sometimes he would pick up the children who went to eat, patted his face, pinched his butt or something.
I've never been to his hut. First of all, I don't like his snacks at all. What my mother gives me is ten times more expensive than his
And I don't like snacks at all, I think it's the low-level taste of a little girl
A man is a real man holding a cigarette, but he is a bottle of wine.
Second, I think his actions are too intimate. I have never wanted adults to touch me or touch my head or something. I am not a kitten or a dog, so what are you doing?
But I never thought Lao Huangtou was a bad person
Adults, especially old men, seem to love children, so patting and touching is common.
Most of the students like him very much
There are also a few people including Xie Pei and Ouyang Ling who don’t like him and are always far away from him. Our squad leader Liu Xiaomei is one of them. As for me, I can only be considered as not dislike him.
Unexpectedly, he was so perverted
My first thought was to go and expose him. What a terrible thing it would be to let such an old pervert beside us, a group of pure children (except me).
But then I thought about it, there were too many people involved in this matter, and I was a little bitchy and the matter was too bizarre. I am afraid no one can believe it. If you accidentally, even I, a little hooligan, will be discovered.
The current plan is better to warn the students to be careful of him, slowly collect evidence, and try to expose his perverted nature at one time.
Just as I was thinking, a ringtone came from my ears. This was a preparatory bell, telling everyone that there were still ten minutes to go to class. The class monitor would start checking the work of the students on duty in the morning to see if the hygiene in the classroom had been cleaned up, and the students also began to prepare for the first class homework one after another.
I think this old man should let Teacher Yuan go, otherwise she will have no time to organize her clothes
Old Man Huang, who heard the ringtone, stopped bullying Teacher Yuan's breasts. I saw that there were already a few traces of blood stasis on the snow-white breasts, some of which were green and some purple, and I thought it must be very painful.
Teacher Yuan's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, and his face looked very pale. Even the eyes were soaked with tears. Everything seemed to be telling me the pain that the old man had brought to her just now.
Poor Teacher Yuan
I think, but your nightmare should be over soon. We will see you in class later. Please beg for your own blessing.
I should have slipped back to the classroom before Teacher Yuan arrived at the class, and asked Ouyang Ling and Xie Pei's reaction after reading my letter
I stood up quietly, tiptoed to the side of the low wall, climbed over the low wall, stepped on the windowsill of the fourth floor window that was slightly lower than mine, and jumped gently into the corridor, and it turned out to be silent.
Damn, this is light skills. I claimed to be complimenting myself, but I forgot the credit for the Nike air cushion shoes on my feet
I carefully passed the closed door of the men's bathroom and was about to quickly escape from the scene, but I heard the painful moans from Teacher Yuan came from inside.
How could it be so loud?
Wouldn't it be if someone else in the corridor?
Even if the man accidentally took off the ball in her mouth, Teacher Yuan wouldn't usually make such a loud noise. She wouldn't want the students to see her like this, right?
I couldn't help but feel curious and looked inside through the crack of the door. Sure enough, Lao Huangtou released another new program for Teacher Yuan.
I saw that the small box that Old Man Huang placed on the ground was opened at some point
Old Man Huang was taking out something as big as a soda bottle cap from it and put it on Teacher Yuan's breasts. When the thing was placed on the breasts, it seemed to be hanging, swaying.
But from time to time, one or two fell to the ground, and the falling things would move quickly
Teacher Yuan kept moaning, the sound came from his throat. I think it should be the maximum volume that a woman with her mouth blocked can make.
What exactly makes her so painful? I looked at it with all my eyes. After seeing it, I not only took a breath of air conditioning, but also felt goose bumps all over my body
What Mr. Huang took out from the small box was a living little hair-claw crab!
Those little crabs were captured for no reason, and most of them knew that their lives would be difficult to protect. When they were held in the air by the old man, they were already swaying their teeth and claws. Two clamps that were so big that they were disproportionate to their small crab shells were flying left and right. When they finally met Teacher Yuan's tender and warm breasts, would it be reasonable that they were not too big to be clamped?
And once you pinch it, you will not let go of anything. The power of the crab claw is not enough to break the tender flesh on the breast. It is just deeply trapped in the skin. The pain it gives to Teacher Yuan can be imagined.
The poor Concubine Yuan Qing didn't know what was raging on her breasts, and she felt a burst of severe pain penetrated her heart. The other crab legs of the hairy claw crab kept moving around and told her that the thing on her chest was a living thing.
Another kind of woman's natural fear of small living creatures gave her a greater impact on her spirit, and the consequence was that her whole mind and body were concentrated on her breasts, thus magnifying all her pain feelings more than twice.
She tried hard to shout, constantly shaking her head, and for a moment, tears and sweat were flying, and the thin lines formed by saliva danced in the air.
I was frightened by the sight, and decided to make some noise to scare the old man away and let Teacher Yuan escape from the sea of suffering. I evacuate immediately in this position. I guess the old man would not find out who it was.
While thinking, the moans in my ears suddenly changed tone, and they were connected into one piece by one.
Gradually lowered, and finally turned into sobs
I hurriedly looked up and saw Teacher Yuan's body twitching constantly. From my perspective, I could only see her front. I couldn't say what happened. I just felt that her lower abdomen seemed not as bulging as before, and her breasts seemed to have suddenly become bigger. Five or six little crabs fell to the ground, only one or two were still there. Spicy claws were destroyed.
I remember that Teacher Hua, who taught us the plant class, gave a lecture in the previous few classes: Crabs and fish are cold-blooded animals, it seems that it is true.
The old man ran behind Teacher Yuan at some point, and couldn't see what he was doing. The small basin that was originally placed on the ground was gone.
The sound of water dripping from the toilet, and the water seemed to drip into some plastic container, making a buzzing noise.
The loud sob turned into a low whimper, as if the most terrifying part of Teacher Yuan finally passed, and he felt humiliation and pain in his mind.
However, she obviously underestimated the opponent she could not see, because Old Man Huang put his hand into the small box and took out two medium-sized hairy crabs. This time, these two were as big as four small crabs, and the crab claws were also particularly thick and powerful. What made me most furious outside the door was that Old Man Huang aimed the crab claws at the two red cherry-like nipples on Teacher Yuan’s snow-white breasts.
Is it too inhumane? Is it too unmanned? I don’t want to accumulate some good deeds?
I thought this old man's destructive power and imagination were first-class, but his path was a little wrong, and he was a naughty and obscene faction. If you deal with him in the future, you should be careful.
If I don’t take action, I’m afraid that the third uncle will not see his disciple’s beautiful nipples. He hurriedly trotted to the other end of the corridor, walked towards the toilet again, deliberately making footsteps, and shouted: Ermao, come back quickly, the toilet is not open, it’s locked, go up the first floor and go up!
Although the shouting was not loud, it was enough for the perverted old man in the toilet to hear it
Our teaching building is all good, well equipped and beautifully decorated. There is only one disadvantage, that is, there are few toilets.
It was enough, but since the expansion of enrollment year before yesterday, each grade of junior high school has changed from four classes to eight classes. The classroom is barely enough, but the number of toilets is really small. The male students urinated well, and everyone lined up in a row, with hundreds of chickens squirting, and various urinary columns were white or yellow, drawing various curves, spreading towards the urinal at different angles, forming a small Yellow River, rushing away with heat, which is definitely spectacular.
However, there are only a few pits for feces, which cannot be shared by two or more people. Therefore, the contradiction between more people and few pits seems extremely sharp.
The girls are even more miserable. They even have to line up to urinate. After class, you can often see dozens of cute girls lined up along the wall of the toilet. Their faces are blushing and their image is gloomy. Those who are about to arrive are emitting their eyes and their expressions are chic. At the end of the line, they are bowing their necks, frowning, and stomping their feet to sigh.
The overall situation can only be seen at the counter where the underwear discount is sold in the mall.
So there are often people who suddenly run out with a strange smell during class, and teachers of various subjects are no longer accustomed to it.
(Author's words: From this we can see that expanding enrollment will kill people!)
Back to the point, I'll continue acting
Then, I walked to the door, pushed the door a few times, and turned into another voice and said: Xiaoqiang, I can't hold it in. You go find someone to ask for the keys. The toilet on the first floor is also full. I'd better go to this. If it really doesn't work, I will hit the door and go in.
My tone is filled with the depression and impatientness of a person who is about to be exhausted but cannot be eliminated. Since I have sufficient life experience, I can now say that I can learn it vividly.
I listened to the sound in the door. I guess Old Man Huang was so scared that he was almost wet his pants.
If he didn't want someone to catch him, he had to put Teacher Yuan immediately and put on her clothes quickly
I waited for a while, covered my mouth with my hands so that my voice sounded from afar, and shouted: Ermao, there is a squat seat on the second floor, come quickly! I'll take it for you
Alas, I'm here! I shouted in surprise, and turned back to Ermao's voice, running all the way to the third floor
After I arrived at the third floor, I went to a corner without anyone else and covered my mouth and laughed for a while. I admired my acting skills and was so impressed by the object.
After waiting for less than a minute, I saw Lao Huang coming down from the fourth floor with his big plastic bag. He looked very guilty and walked in a hurry and kept looking around.
After arriving at the second floor, he returned to his usual slow pace and walked downstairs slowly with his hands behind his back.
After a while, Teacher Yuan put on his clothes and rushed down from the fourth floor. The tears on his face had been washed away, but the circles of his eyes were still a little red and swollen. Her left hand covered her chest, as if the pain had not completely disappeared. Her other hand grabbed the hem of her skirt strangely, as if it was very cold.
I also noticed that there were still some water droplets on her calves that were not cleaned. Did she wash her feet upstairs just now?
When she arrived at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, she paused, wiped her eyes with her sleeves, raised her face, looked at the ceiling in the corridor, sighed slowly, and hurried to the teacher's office on the second floor
For some reason, when I saw Teacher Yuan’s sad appearance, I felt very uncomfortable. The sigh deeply touched my heart. For a moment, I just felt that it was such a wrong thing to hurt such a beauty. The hatred for Lao Huangtou suddenly arose in my heart, and anger erupted like a volcano.
I rushed to the window at the end of the west side of the corridor on the third floor, and looked down. The short figure of Lao Huangtou was passing by downstairs. I looked around and there were a few pots of cactus on the ground below the windowsill. My hands naturally stretched towards the largest pot.
After Peng!, the scream that was supposed to be resounding throughout the campus was an old man's scream, but he didn't expect the scream was covered up by the even more harsh class ringtone.
I leaned my head out and glanced out. The old man was still covering his face and moaning. There were a few voices in the distance who found something strange here had already come over. I think it was okay, no one was killed, but this should make you, the perverted old man, be honest for a few days.
I clapped my hands and walked towards the classroom on the second floor with a cool look. Thinking that my beautiful deskmate was still wearing the underwear I took off from Xie Pei, I couldn't help but feel a little faster, and my steps were a little faster.
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It was an early summer morning, and the refreshing breeze blew into the classroom with the singing of birds and flowers, from the open windows on the second floor of Yudong Middle School teaching building, with the fragrance of birds and flowers.
The birds are singing crisply and beautifully, but there are no traces of birds on the tree
Is the fragrance of these flowers? It's better not to mention them, like stinky shrimps or rotten fish. The smell of peach blossoms in June is always concealing the nose.
Fortunately, the peach tree is far away from the building, so the smell is not so strong.
The friction between chalk and the blackboard comes from various classrooms from time to time, and occasionally it is mixed with the teacher's questions and the students' answers.
A neat sound of chanting the text sounded in the classroom of Class 2, Grade 3, I was reciting the 16th lesson, Lian Po and Lin Xiangru
There should have been 71 child voices, but now there are only 69. There are two voices missing. Of course, the Chinese teacher who teaches class cannot notice such a subtle difference. Besides, she seems to be a little absent-minded.
This is a very young female teacher. She looks only twenty-one or two years old. She is wearing a white suit, very simple, the texture is not very good, but she looks very suitable.
It was an ordinary piece of clothing worth less than 100 yuan, but it looked particularly sexy and charming when worn on her. Her perfect breasts were raised, her waist was just right, her short skirt was rounded by her hips, and her slender neck exposed in the air, her calves, and a small piece of white and tender chest muscle that appeared occasionally between the first and second buttons of the shirt in the collar, which could make any man feel moved by the heart.
The fabric of her suit skirt is not very thick. After all, it's summer and there seems to be no petticoat inside. It's logical that the outline of her underwear can be vaguely seen, but it can't be seen, unless her underwear is very thin silk underwear, otherwise, it's just that she's not wearing it.
No one will notice, as long as I stick to these two classes... She thought: Who was the person who tortured me just now? Why did he leave so suddenly, as if he was very nervous? Fortunately, I was in a hurry to attend class, otherwise my attendance record would not be 100% and I would not be able to participate in the evaluation of excellent teachers. But I didn’t know where to go in a hurry. I must have taken away my underwear by that person. What was my underwear for?
She glanced at the students under the podium, with rows of small heads staring at the textbooks seriously, and read the text aloud. Due to the large crowds, the originally spacious classroom now seems crowded, and some students are sitting next to the elbows
It was the result of the school leaders' large-scale expansion of enrollment for money. She thought: I don't know if the teaching quality can be guaranteed if this continues, poor children
She looked at a boy sitting aside for the second trip, and the boy's body was almost squeezed against the girl against the wall.
She remembered that the boy was named Meng Jun, and his deskmate was a girl named Ouyang Ling
Both of these people are very good students, especially Meng Jun. He writes good articles, has unique ideas and strong observation skills.
The young female teacher looked at the two students with loving eyes and a little trance, as if the female eagle who had just become a mother was looking at her little eagle.
She didn't notice that this boy named Meng Jun was squeezing Ouyang Ling a bit too much, and there was still a lot of room on his left.
At this time, the boy suddenly raised his head and looked at her. She felt that his eyes were bright, as if they were real, and it seemed to be shooting towards her lower body in an instant.
No wonder his observation is so strong and he always describes things so accurately. It turns out that his eyes are so powerful, but why did he seem to be looking at me just now? He is just a little boy. I must have read it wrong and he doesn't understand anything.
The female teacher standing on the podium listening to us reading the text was Concubine Yuan Qing. When Lao Huangtou let her go, it was already two minutes before class was about to go. She endured the pain in her body and the numbness of her hands and feet. She put on her clothes, but found that her underwear disappeared. It was definitely too late to go back to the dormitory to find another one, so she had to go to her office naked, get the textbook and handouts, and run to the classroom.
This is exactly: the hairy crab abuses the perverted yellow, the flower pots are falling from the sky, the trick is to relieve Yuan Qingfei, Meng Jun peeks at the army and the spring light
The poem by the boss who is whs111 is really wonderful. I can apply it here so that my brothers can see it. It’s not that I plagiarized it.
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