"I'm calling me..." I was about to introduce myself, but I was suddenly interrupted again.
"What? You actually want to learn from the young master of Jimen?"
"Surely shameless!"...
I don’t know who I was provoking. I am a man now. Do you think of me as a woman? These crazy women are so scary.
'Ba' suddenly a snap of my fingers came, right, it was just me who stretched out my right hand and hit it. I saw everyone habitually shutting my mouth. Then I pressed my hat down and spoke coldly, "Ben
Young Master Chiyo, you are the younger brother of Keigo, the one who is Jibu."
Then I carried my shoulder bag and walked towards the empty seat. As soon as I threw the shoulder bag into the drawer, I fell asleep. I knew that I was Keigo Shibu's younger brother, so these people should be quieter, the teacher also
It's great that I won't be bothering me again.
I don’t know when I slept until this sleep.
"Ne Huadi, take that guy to the tennis department!" Jidi came to the door of Huadi's classroom, but was surrounded by pink bubbles that popped up by the girls. In desperation, he could not enter the classroom, so he had to instruct
Dry the birch field.
"Yes." Huadi replied, then got up from his seat, walked over and lifted up the person sitting in the seat next to him by the window. If I hadn't felt that the person coming was Huadi, I might have done it again
Something happened.
"Well, you, an unlucky guy, are still sleeping?" Jibu was helpless. Why can this person still sleep when he was carried? I really don't know how he survived before? I'm so uncautious,
Just like that unlucky guy, Cilang.
The collar of the back was still being held by birch, my feet were hanging in the air, and my hands were still in my pockets, "I had a night show last night." That's right, there was another scene of chasing the streets last night, but I ran all night
, anyone would be trapped to death.
"Tsk, don't do that kind of unlucky job in the future! The Hibi family is still enough for you to eat for the rest of your life." Hibi spoke up very unhappily. This guy took his face on the first day of school today.
All lost.
It feels so good to be carried by a birch and don’t have to walk by yourself, “But do you have the confidence to deal with the players of the voyeurism network? I don’t want to see you losing so badly.”
The blue veins on Jibu's forehead suddenly popped up, "What did you say? A little brat, I will have a game with me immediately!"
I stretched out a hand, then pressed my hat down, "Tsk, madamadadane." I can't blame me, because my young master's football skills are indeed better than him, and I am not interested in being the minister of the Ice Emperor, and many times I just don't want to be the minister of the Ice Emperor.
It's just a joke, don't take it seriously.
"Hey, don't say such damn things like Echizen!" Jibu ran away again. Why can this guy make people so angry every time? What kind of evil did he do?
Looking at the slightest look, I reached out my hand and took care of my hat again, "Weak."
"You...you are not gorgeous guy! You..." Jibu suppressed the anger in his heart with force, and then said lightly: "I don't talk to you, not gorgeous guy." Jibu belongs to self-comfort,
Finally, I stopped talking to me anymore, and then slowly walked forward.
It was still carved in birch, and I yawned and headed to the Ice Emperor Tennis Department. Although I was very concerned about it along the way, because I was rarely foresighted and prepared a hat, I couldn't see it clearly.
"Jibe, have you brought your younger brother again?" Ninzu pushed his glasses helplessly and asked a person who didn't like tennis to come and see them play tennis. This is actually a kind of pain. Look, this one from Jibe
My younger brother seems to be still sleeping. As the younger brother of this guy, Jibu, is really pitiful.
"Jibu, how could you treat Xiao Qianye like this? Woooo, Xiao Qianye will definitely be strangled to death." Cilang woke up reflexively.
Seeing Cilang's bright star eyes, the corners of my mouth were still a little stiff, "I won't be tired like this, and I won't be strangled to death." I am not an idiot, I must have adjusted it, so it doesn't matter if you hold it in a birch.
.
But Cilang still pouted in disbelief. He was often tugged by Huadi, so he knew very well that the feeling was about to be strangled to death.