When the Second Young Master read this, no matter how stupid he was, he knew what "posthitis" was. He was about to express a few words of emotion when a voice came from behind him.
"Second Young Master, Pangpang, what are you doing? Are you so happy?"
"Mu Xiaofeng? Hey, you're here just in time, come over and take a look, come over..."
Just as Pangpang was about to approach the Second Young Master to retrieve the case, he saw the big broom dangling in the other's hand, and hurriedly laughed, "Stop making trouble, Mu Xiaofeng is from Class 7, let him see, their class continues
After Lin Xiaoxiao, another talent has come, haha."
"What kind of talent are you talking about? I'm warning you, don't speak ill of Lin Xiaoxiao behind your back in the future. She is Li Datou's wife, and she is also my brother's wife."
Mu Xiaofeng was the one who went to a roadside stall to eat Overlord Meal with Li Zeyu before, and was caught by the boss and thrown to the school gate to tie him up. It was precisely because of that incident that the two of them became
good friend.
"Okay, let's not mention Lin Xiaoxiao. Take a look at this case, Qian Xiaohao's."
The second young master handed over the case in his hand, and Mu Xiaofeng looked through it curiously, "Hypodermatitis? Impure self-defense? Let me wipe it. This kid is acting like a gentleman every day. He relies on his studies to please the teacher, and then he yells at us.
Yeah, I didn’t expect to have such a hobby? Ha, little braid, I caught you, didn’t you? I took this away.”
"Hey, Xiaofeng, please let us go back to class and play for a while..."
"Tsk, you're not sensible. Take it to your class. Will it be fun in my class?"
Mu Xiaofeng burst out with a proud smile, "It's okay, you know. When we get back, we must do a good job of publicity for Comrade Qian Xiaohao, the study committee member of my class, otherwise we won't be able to show off his power all day long! I'll invite you then.
Come with a meal, snacks and drinks included.”
"Okay, Xiaofeng, with your last words, this matter is settled by us brothers."
Pangpang patted his chest in assurance, but the second young master muttered with a smile on his face, "You are already as fat as a pig, and you still want to eat?"
"Damn it, I'm as fat as a pig and I still don't have periorbititis, haha!"
"Ha ha!!!"
"Qian Xiaohao, Qian Xiaohao..."
Before Mu Xiaofeng could even reach the door of the class, a deep voice could already be heard throughout the corridor and Class 3-7. After entering the class, he looked around for Qian Xiaohao, but found nothing.
"Qian Xiaohao went to the teacher's office to get the test papers. He was not in class. Why did you find him?"
A boy sitting in the second row raised his head and glanced disdainfully. Being able to sit in the second row of the class naturally meant that his academic performance was good, and the contempt for Mu Xiaofeng in his eyes also meant that he, like Qian Xiaohao, was the same.
Look down on poor students.
"What the hell, you bastard, you don't dare to yell at me when your master is away? Isn't it time to say yesterday that we poor students are holding the class back?"
Mu Xiaofeng's stupid words made the back row of the class burst into laughter.
"Mu Xiaofeng, first of all, I am not a bitch, and Qian Xiaohao is not my master. Secondly, you are just a poor student. Not to mention compared with Qian Xiaohao, compared with me, you are still far behind."
"Yes, of course I don't dare to compete with you, and I don't even dare to compete with Qian Xiaohao. Who is he? He doesn't do anything to himself lightly. For the sake of temporary pleasure, he defends himself without washing his hands and gets postdermatitis.
Are you done? Tsk, tsk, how pitiful you are, I’m probably hiding in the toilet to soothe my wounds right now, haha!”
"Posthitis..."
The class suddenly fell into silence. Whether it was the top students in the front row or the poor students in the back row, they all looked at each other. Some had confusion in their eyes, while others lowered their heads with blushes. However, more
But his mouth was bulging to suppress laughter, and finally he couldn't help it, and he laughed happily.
"Quiet, quiet, what are you doing? There is a test today, you don't study hard, what are you doing?"
Just as the students' emotions reached their peak, Qian Xiaohao appeared on the class podium at the right time. The thick test paper in his hand slapped on the table to vent his dissatisfaction.
"Hey, are you feeling unhappy and losing your temper?"
Mu Xiaofeng sneered disdainfully and waved the case in his hand, "I'm just going to tell you why the study committee member studies well. It turns out that he often relaxes his emotions. But, you still have to pay attention to your personal hygiene so as not to hurt your body."
"Mu Xiaofeng, don't look for trouble. Just go back to your seat and wait for the teacher to hand out exam papers."
Qian Xiaohao actually disdained talking to a poor student like Mu Xiaofeng, but as a class cadre, he had to take care of him, so he put down the thick test paper in his hand and stepped forward to push Mu Xiaofeng back to his seat.
"Hey, don't yell at me. Why are you touching me? I'm telling you, don't touch me. I'm afraid you'll infect me with pouchitis again."
"Are you stupid? Posthitis is not contagious... huh?"
Mu Xiaofeng spoke a few words quickly, and Qian Xiaohao didn't pay much attention to it. He just responded casually. But midway through the words, he realized something was wrong and froze, "Mu Xiaofeng, what do you mean? Who are you talking about having dermatitis? You are the one."
Posthitis affects your whole family."
"What? Are you shy? Feel embarrassed? If I had known this, why would you have washed your hands when you were comfortable in bed? Tsk, tsk, now you have postdermatitis, don't you feel uncomfortable? Hey."
Mu Xiaofeng shook his head with some sympathy, but the next second he was leaning forward with joy, and many spectators in the back row were laughing.
"Mu Xiaofeng, tell me clearly, who has dermatitis? If you talk nonsense without evidence, I can sue you for defamation, and you will be sentenced to prison."
Qian Xiaohao kept looking at the classmates who were laughing at him, his face turned red and white, and finally turned livid, and his eyes were filled with anger.
"Hey, don't scare me, let me ask you, is your name Qian Xiaohao?"
Mu Xiaofeng's eyes switched back and forth between the case in hand and Qian Xiaohao.
"yes."
"18 years old?"
"Yes."
"That's right. It's clearly written in this case. Qian Xiaohao, 18 years old, suffered from postdermatitis. The cause was... uncleanness and self-defense, which caused viral inflammation."
As he spoke, he walked slowly from front to back and back to front in the classroom, showing the cases in his hands in front of the curious students.
"Wow, it's true. It's clearly written on the medical records, and there's also the official seal of the county hospital."
"I really didn't expect that a man who usually looks like a dog would turn out to be a wretched man."
"Tsk, I've long seen that he doesn't look like a good person. He ridicules us every day for not studying well. Even if we don't study well, at least we won't do such lewd and self-destructive things. It's really embarrassing."