In the corridor on the fourth floor of the teaching building, Qilisa turned to look at Ximenlang and whispered: "I'm here. You are in the next class. Now, is it time to let go of my hand?"
Alas, we arrived so quickly, and I haven’t had enough of holding these smooth little hands! Why not just run slower!
Ximen Lang felt resentful in his heart, but he reluctantly let go of the soft little hand and said with a smile: "Thank you, Qilisa, you are such a kind person."
"You're welcome, I'll go in first." After Qilisa said this, she glanced at the other party meaningfully, turned around and walked into the classroom.
Seeing the little beauty leaving, Ximen Lang entered the next classroom playing the ditty "Eighteen Touches". This song was his father's favorite to hum, and he was naturally very good at it since he was a child.
There were more than thirty students in the classroom, and they looked at him with a little awe. They probably knew the news about the incident where Master Ximen challenged the four villains. Some girls actually had a hint of admiration in their eyes, which was even more so.
Good ones satisfy his vanity.
Waving as if he were a leader, Ximen Lang said casually: "Hi, everyone, I am Ximen Lang and I am a new student in our class. Please take good care of me."
Of course, this was just a polite comment. He didn't believe that anyone in this school was qualified to take care of him.
"Hello!"
"Welcome……"
A group of students greeted the new classmate very enthusiastically, which made Ximen Lang very satisfied and felt that these students were good people.
Among them, there was a tall and thin black man who was particularly enthusiastic. He stepped forward and held Ximen Lang's hand. He smiled with his dazzling white teeth and said, "Simon, it's nice to meet you. I'm Heath."
Ximen Lang always only likes to hold soft things in his hands, and a sphere is the best. He is not used to shaking hands with men, so he hurriedly shook off the black hands and said perfunctorily: "That shitty classmate, I am very happy to meet you."
I was wondering why the names of foreigners were all weird, and some were called "Xishi". It was simply inexplicable.
As a black man, Heath had been bullied and beaten by Tago's gang who advocated racial discrimination. He hated these bastards. Now he heard that the young hero who beat those bastards was a freshman in his class. He was really happy.
, thanked this oriental boy from the bottom of my heart, who was a head shorter than me.
"Simon, can you be next to me? There is an empty seat here?" Heath said enthusiastically.
"This..." Ximen Lang looked confused, but he was not very willing in his heart. First, he originally planned to sit next to a certain female classmate with a beautiful appearance and outstanding figure, and have a first-come-first-served position near the water. Second, he
I'm very prejudiced against this black brother's name, and I really don't want to sit next to a puddle of shit.
Just then, a red-haired girl came to his rescue at the right time. She stepped forward and pushed Heath to the side, and said unceremoniously: "Silly man, go and cool down."
Ximen Lang glanced over and saw that this girl was of medium height. Although she was not very beautiful, she had delicate skin and a hot figure. She was wearing a white camisole, and her two soft and majestic balls were swinging around, which was quite charming.
Seeing him looking at her, the girl came over with a flirtatious look and said in a cooing voice: "Handsome guy, let's get to know each other. My name is Destiny. If you are willing, you can be the seat next to me."
"Okay." Ximenlang was quite happy. In any case, sitting next to this bumpy girl was much better than sitting next to the big black guy.
"follow me."
In the envious eyes of some girls, Desni stretched out her white arm to hold Ximenlang's arm affectionately, and intentionally or unintentionally put a warm ball on his body, which made his mouth dry and his eyes couldn't help but
Get in along its collar.
Wow, Snow Mountain, Mount Everest!
He almost lost control and followed Destiny to his seat. The other person actually noticed where he was looking and smiled generously and said, "I'm growing well, right?"
The peeping was exposed. Even though Ximen Lang was very thick-skinned, he felt a little embarrassed. He swallowed and said, "Very good, very powerful!"
Destiny put her red lips to his ear and whispered: "If you like, I can hold it for you in the future."
Ximenlang rolled his eyes and almost fell down. He finally understood the corruption and openness of the legendary capitalist society. It seems that girls with some conservative attitudes like Qisha are still rare. It is estimated that most of them are those who are particularly liberal in front of them.
kind.
"Well, we can talk about it if we have the opportunity." Ximen Lang said vaguely.
The music of the class started, and Desni let go of the other person's arm, twisted her arms and returned to her seat, not forgetting to smile seductively.
Ximen Lang was excited and sat down on the chair, thinking to himself, this girl is really a slut. I wonder what she would look like if she was pressed down. She must be tossing and turning, whispering...
Not long after, the sound of high-heeled shoes came from far away, and a female teacher in her thirties walked in. Her long wavy golden hair was tied together casually, her skin was white and greasy, her appearance was beautiful, and she had a noble and elegant temperament.
Needless to say, her figure was choppy, and her two slender legs wearing black stockings were quite devilish. When she saw Ximen Lang, she simply asked a few questions and found out that he was the new student in the class, so she ignored him and started class.
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Ximen Lang has never been interested in studying. This time he came to country M to study, just as a pretense to have some fun, and of course he would not attend the classes of a beautiful teacher.
After some groping, he took out a thin manuscript from his pocket, and saw three words written in flying colors on the cover, "Longyang Jue," he opened it and read it with relish.
This is not an H novel or anything like that, but a handwritten attachment to a secret book. Although Ximen Lang doesn't like studying, he has liked to read some idle books and unofficial history since he was a child, such as Tang Dynasty Legends, Water Margin, Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, etc.
Books, therefore, when he was very young, he frequently went in and out of his father's study to look for books. When he was fourteen years old, one day, he came to the study as usual and found the key that his father had left on the desk.
Curious, he tentatively used the key to open the desk drawer, and accidentally found a booklet, written by his father himself, called Longyang Jue. He turned over the page and couldn't help but high-five and exclaimed, "What a good thing!"
It turns out that this is a health-preserving secret book, which records the extremely miraculous method of strengthening the yang. If you practice this kung fu method, you can not only turn a sparrow into a Kunpeng, but also become like a dragon descending from the bed curtains, extremely powerful.
Ximen Lang suddenly realized, no wonder my father had more than ten wives and was still able to wait on them. He was still very energetic every day, and sometimes he even went too far and gathered these queens in one palace, and the aunt and the little ones came out at the same time the next day.
, her face is radiant and beautiful. In the final analysis, it’s because of my father’s practice of this technique. How can such a good thing be wasted? I might as well copy it down and practice this awesome technique.
Therefore, Young Master Ximen couldn't wait to copy the Longyang Jue, but he saw a few lines on the last page. "I have relied on this technique to control countless women, marry more than ten wives, and have fun every night without getting tired.
It has not suffered any damage, just like when I was young. Such a precious treasure should be passed down to future generations. Now it is recorded here. When my heir reaches the age of eighteen, I will choose a son to pass it on personally. "
Seeing this, Ximen Lang smiled and said to himself: "It turns out that I wrote this thing down to pass it on to our brothers. However, it seems that it can only be passed on to one son. No matter what, since I see
Come on, no matter what, you have to practice this wonderful technique."
The beast's blood boiled and he finished copying the Long Yang Jue. Ximen Lang put the original copy back into the drawer and locked it. When everything returned to the same state, he fled the scene of the crime and started practicing that night.
Soon, Young Master Ximen realized the power of this secret, and practiced even more diligently. One year later, at only fifteen years old, his sharp weapon was as big as an adult man's, very domineering.
At this time, with nothing to do, Ximen Lang read the Longyang Jue again, put away his handheld computer, closed his eyes slightly, placed his hands on his Dantian, and began to practice in class. After a while, he entered
The realm of selflessness.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly someone in the class was whispering, mixed with muffled laughter.