Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 42 Earthy Taste

Xie Lan was carrying that post-it note in his pocket, as if he was holding a piece of burning coal, the kind that could burn his hands to blisters. When a classmate greeted him on the road, he would just nod blankly and hold the culprit tightly in his pocket for fear of being discovered.

--The superficial sense of Chinese language does not prevent him from noticing the dark atmosphere revealed in these two Chinese love words.

Other people's love words may attract love, but these two sentences can only attract forensic doctors.

There are still two classes playing in the small playground. Class 4 did not attend today. On the court, there is still Class 12, and Xie Lan doesn't know the other side. a camp. As soon as he walked by, he glanced casually. The smell of gunpowder in the second class was full of gunpowder, and the caps were smashed on the ground. The physical education teacher asked for leave today. The audience at the side collectively "wow--" at every turn.

In contrast, the fourth class of owls has a very different style of painting. No one goes to the stadium to join in the fun. Everyone has an ice cream, and groups of threes and twos walk around in circles.

Xie Lan crossed the tree-lined road next to him and finally found Dou Sheng. The man was sitting on the concrete slope in front of the cafeteria, holding two ice creams in his hands, and stretching his long legs to empty them.

Seeing Xie Lan, he raised a smiling face and patted the open space around him.

"Waiting for you for a long time, the ice will melt." Dou Sheng handed over one of the "grape ice" wrapped in purple. Xie Lan thanked him, tore open the package and took a bite.

Pure ice, no milk at all. He has never eaten ice cream without milk in the UK. The entrance is very refreshing and a bit addictive.

There was no abnormality in Dou Sheng's expression, as if nothing had happened. He smiled and watched the game not far away with the ice in his mouth, and clicked his tongue after a while, "That's not right, there seems to be a story between Class 12 and Class 9 of liberal arts."

story?

Xie Lan followed suit, just in time to see Chen Ge colliding with a big boy.

Chen Ge looked thin, but that kind of leanness after training, he didn't suffer under the pressure of his body shape, and he even supported his hands when he sat and fell backwards. But the opponent was more miserable, and slid out sideways, his arm was rubbed red, and there was another roar from the sidelines.

Xie Lan looked a little worried, but Dou Sheng just looked away lightly, holding up the ice cream and yawning.

"Have you returned to the classroom yet?" Dou Sheng asked.

Xie Lan hesitated for two seconds after hearing this, but still took out that ridiculous post-it note and pressed it on his lap.

Dou Sheng was taken aback, and couldn't hold back his joy, "Are you really back in the classroom? You were discovered so soon, and I haven't had time to record your reaction yet."

Xie Lan glanced at him, "Hu Xiujie promised to leave the review with me. I was going back to deliver things, but I was shocked when I saw no one in the classroom. I forgot that there is still PE class today."

He feels that this explanation is not bad, the context is not deliberate, and it can make Dou Sheng not think too much.

Sure enough, Dou Sheng just nodded, and said with a smile, "Isn't this to demonstrate the correct way to trick people with love words? You have learned it. The ones you translated don't have any mental attack power at all. Only earthy love words are the strongest."