I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

A little excited.

Although I am 14 years old this year, I have long disliked robot toys.

But Brother Optimus Prime is part of my childhood memories after all.

Would love to get it back.

But as a girl, Ren Xiaoqin is a very cunning creature.

Don't look at her red eyes now, she is looking at me very expectantly, like a harmless little white rabbit.

But if the big bad wolf let down his vigilance and turned his back on him, the little white rabbit would jump up, revealing its three-foot-long ferocious fangs.

Then "click" bit it over, and the big bad wolf fell into a pool of blood.

Inexplicably, he died miserably.

"No! Even if you use Brother Optimus Prime to seduce me, it's useless! You said the same thing when I escorted you on the subway, and the result? Didn't you deceive me! This time... this time you might How else are you going to fool me!"

"But, this time is different from last time!"

Xiaoqin defended herself in a panic.

"Last, last time classmate Ye Lin just sent me to the subway entrance and didn't enter my house, so I forgot about Brother Optimus Prime! This time, this time... if I still dare to renege , won’t, won’t you be stripped naked by classmate Ye Lin, who has become angry from embarrassment!”

Who wants to take off your clothes!In order to save Brother Optimus Prime, he stripped off the girl's clothes, Brother Optimus Prime himself will not be happy!And what do you do if you say it so loudly and be heard by others!

Subconsciously looked at the monitor's seat.

Surprisingly, the monitor was lying on his desk, dozing off.

It's really rare, didn't you sleep well at night?Could it be because I was chasing you, so I had a very terrible nightmare?

Five minutes after the class bell rang, old man Zhang who taught Chinese came late.

As soon as he came in, no one dared to speak.

The first half of the class was very difficult. I don't know what kind of evil Mr. Zhang got into today, so he casually read his student number and asked questions one by one.

Both the big horn and the number one loyal dog, the glasses brother, have been called up, but fortunately they didn't call on me.

When it was the second half of the class, old man Zhang wandered into the corridor to answer the phone, and then he didn't come back.

Instruct the class representative to let us copy the text, saying that we will conduct spot checks in the next Chinese class.

According to this, old man Zhang will not come back for this class.

The nervousness of the students was all relieved.

While chatting in a low voice, they copied the text in a hurry.

I went to see the monitor again, and found that the monitor was very sleepy. As soon as I heard about the self-study, I couldn't help lying on the desk to catch up on sleep.

The class cadres took the lead in breaking the classroom discipline. They really know the law and break the law!I really want to slap the table and shout "Shusha, get up!"!

But Shusha has never done anything like this. She fell asleep in the self-study class. I'm afraid she really didn't sleep well last night.

Thinking that it might be partly my responsibility that she didn't sleep well, I didn't complain.

Most of the students are copying the texts, especially those girls who listen to the teacher more.

Generally, such obedient girls look better at writing.

I suddenly realized that this was a godsend.

I stood up from my seat silently, walked to the middle of the aisle, and walked back and forth with my hands behind my back.

The students who saw me doing this were all taken aback.

In doing this, I seem to be a teacher or a class representative.

The representative of the Chinese class was a very thin and pale boy. I heard that he also wrote a poem about plum blossoms, which was submitted to the campus radio station for broadcast.

Seeing that I suddenly acted as his agent, he dared not speak up, and lowered his head to copy the text, pretending not to see it.

When I just stood up, Xiaoqin seemed to ask me something, but I covered my ears and pretended not to hear.

As long as the squad leader is asleep, basically no one dares to care about me.

The number one loyal dog, Brother Glasses, has always been vigilant about my deviant behavior. The reason why he didn't say anything to stop it may be because he thinks that this is the scope of the Chinese class representative's authority, and he doesn't want to overstep it.

And I just patrolled back and forth, so it doesn't count as a bad influence on the class.

I'm just observing, which girl can write better.

When passing by the big speakers and PHS, I also glanced at their grid books.

"Hey, hey, Ye Lin, if you don't accompany Xiaoqin, what are you looking for here?"

The big horn is not afraid of my appearance at all.

PHS didn't speak, just lowered his head and wrote seriously.

But I know that PHS is not a good man or woman. She once sent an instant message to the campus radio station called "Friendship on the Field", which was about a wonderful friendly match between the basketball team and another school.

The problem is that PHS described the team's main force, Captain Guo Songtao, and the handsome boy Shen Shaoyi as having an ambiguous relationship.

The ordinary behavior of catching a pass made her write like a flirt.

After the radio station read this newsletter aloud, Brother Tao and Shen Shaoyi were in serious embarrassment for several weeks.When the girls were watching the practice game, the two of them would not pass the ball to each other, they would rather pass it to me.

I looked at the PHS characters.

It's too neat, and it's very thin, just like her.Is this the so-called "thin gold body"?

Look at the words on the big horn again, it is round and round, it is worthy of being written by a person with a big heart and a fat body.

"It's okay, I'll just wander around."

Because this place is not too far from the monitor's position, I lowered my voice to answer the loudspeaker's words.

Sure enough, let's go to the study committee member of our class.

Gong Caicai's handwriting is good-looking, which is recognized by the class.

When the pen writing contest was held on the first day of junior high school, the works of all the students in the class were hung on the back wall. Next to my messy and dogtail-like work, Gong Caicai's work was dazzling and proud like a blooming flower. peony.

Even every time a blackboard newspaper is published in the class, the literary and art committee asks Gong Caicai to help write calligraphy.

Gong Caicai sat in the first row, next to the podium table in the classroom.

Sitting in this position, there is basically nothing to do in class except study.Worthy of being a study committee member.

On a whim, I wanted to know what it was like when the teacher was in class.

So he stepped up to the podium in three or two steps, put his hands on the podium table, and looked down at the crowds below.

Nima is so clear!It's clear at a glance who everyone is doing!Even the monitor who sleeps in the last row can't escape the teacher's eyes!

Talking to Xiaoqin like I do every day, I must have been watched by the teacher long ago, right?

It's just that not all the teachers dare to control me, especially Mr. Yu, the head teacher.

Holding her hand on the podium table, seeing Gong Caicai is even closer to the water, showing every detail.

Gong Caicai is the famous Bai Fumei in our class, and even the boys in the neighboring class are like thunder.

Moreover, according to Cao Jingshen's investigation, Gong Caicai is the girl with the biggest breasts among our 28, even the third-year junior high school girl would be ashamed of herself.

In fact, even if Cao Jingshen didn't say it, I could still see it.

Standing on the podium and looking at it, I feel that Gong Caicai's breasts are indeed exaggerated.

That is, if you don't sleep in class, if you sleep, your breasts might be used as a pillow!

I suddenly recalled that when the history teacher gave us a class for the first time, he had just stood on the podium for 5 minutes, and he had a nosebleed for some reason.

Could it be because seeing Gong Caicai's big breasts at such a close distance made her anxious!

Nima, you old pervert!You are over 40 years old and have a wife at home!Did you actually have a nosebleed on a junior high school girl?

Later, when the history teacher was in class, he always avoided standing on the podium all the time, and came down to inspect when he had nothing to do.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid of having another nosebleed and being punished by my wife to kneel on the washboard when I get home?

I'm not as good-for-nothing as my history teacher, and I still have to do business.

Although Gong Caicai's family is rich, beautiful, and has big breasts, she doesn't seem to be difficult to get along with.

By the way, in addition to being a study committee member, she also serves as a life committee member and is responsible for managing class fees.

One class fee was stolen on the first day of junior high school, but Gong Caicai kept the money for herself without saying a word.

Later, the thief from the outside class was caught, and the truth came to light.

Generally speaking, Gong Caicai is an introverted girl with excellent conditions in all aspects.

She found me staring at her intently on the podium, her writing hands trembled, and her head was lowered.

I thought to myself that you girl is too nervous, and I'm not here to eat you.

"Hey, let me say, study committee member, you are really good at writing!"

Leaning on the podium table with my elbows, I tried to talk to Gong Caicai as kindly as possible.

Gong Caicai trembled all over, as if cheating on the exam was discovered by the invigilator.

She looked to the left out of the corner of her eye, but the Chinese class representative pretended not to see it, her eyes were misty as if wandering in an illusion.

She looked to the right out of the corner of her eye again, and the monitor, Shu Sha, seemed to be sleeping on the desk as if the sun was coming out from the west.

Realizing that no one would come out to help her, Gong Caicai had no choice but to answer me tremblingly:

"Thanks, thank you, I, my hand, it's okay."

Eh?What I praise is your words, not your hands!

But it's true, words are always written by hand.

By the way, Gong Caicai's hands are really pretty, as white as jade, as if carved out of ivory.

I seem to have also heard in the toilet that a boy in the extra class wanted to hold Gong Caicai's hand, thinking of the degree of obsession.

Hurry up and get down to business. In the last row, Xiaoqin and the number one loyal dog, Brother Glasses, are all looking at me.

The main reason for Xiaoqin's silence is probably that there are too many boys in the classroom.

She has a phobia of teenage males, which intensifies when I'm not around her.

As for the number one loyal dog, Spectacles, he pushed his glasses up his nose in a way that Clark Kate might turn into Superman at any moment.

I decided to cut to the chase quickly:

"Study committee member, discuss with you—can you lend me your hand?"

Gong Caicai opened her mouth wide, her face turned red and then turned pale, and the writing pen stopped completely.

Seeing that the situation is a bit bad, I hastened to add:

"Don't get me wrong, it's not for nothing! I'll pay you!"