Little Glasses curled his lips and said, "My only strong point is studying well. If I can't attract girls, I'm afraid I won't be able to get a wife in this life..." He ranked among the top ten in the class in this quarterly exam, and he was indeed very proud.
people.
It’s this sentence again! Everyone is a little speechless. What’s wrong with Little Glasses tonight? He’s in heat again and again?
I said: "Little glasses, tell the truth, do you have a crush on a girl from another family?"
"That's right." Huang Fei, who had been listening, said boldly: "Zhou Ming is the only one in our dormitory who is not a virgin. He has a lot of experience in this area. You should quickly ask him for advice!"
Everyone burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere was very lively.[
After all, Xiaomai is not related to them, so no one will worry about him.
Everyone was tired from chatting and fell asleep one after another. Chen Zhipeng snored, and the sound shook his eardrums. I lay on the bed and tossed and turned but couldn't sleep.
How is Xiaomai doing now? Will Zhao Wusheng show mercy to him because of my few words?
If you want to save him, where should you start?
Maybe Han Bing is right, I can't involve myself anymore.
I am just an ordinary person and cannot change the situation or outcome of anything.
After thinking so wildly, I finally fell asleep.
It was just dawn, and I vaguely realized that someone in the dormitory had already gotten up, and the sound of getting dressed was heard. It was not yet time for morning self-study, who was so active?
I opened my eyes and saw that it was Chen Zhipeng. He was smiling and spreading his clothes, as if he was getting ready to welcome the New Year.
"What are you doing?" I was a little confused.
"Go outside the gate and see if the wheat has been hung up." Chen Zhipeng showed his white teeth at me.
"You're so boring." I said angrily. I had a lot of nightmares about Xiaomai being beaten when I went to bed, and I was feeling sad when Chen Zhipeng mentioned such an incident.
"It's just boring if you're bored." Chen Zhipeng didn't care about my teasing and pointed at the window of the dormitory: "Many people got up early in the morning, waiting to watch the show."
"No way." I lifted up the quilt, stood up and walked to the window. Sure enough, I saw students walking in twos and threes, laughing and joking, walking out of the school gate, as if they were going to some party.