What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 1 Three Rooms and One Hall

In the evening, there were two more muffled thunders, but there was still no rain. The weather has always been like this these days, and the weather forecast is like a joke.

Next to a hardware store in a dilapidated alley, there is a facade room with old-fashioned plastic curtains. No one passing by knows what this place is selling, only the old neighbors who have lived here for several generations know it. In the past, everyone called it "three bedrooms and one living room".

"Nao Nao, bro, go to the toilet, you can take care of the store." The big black man with a big dragon tattoo on his arm stood up, took out a roll of toilet paper from the drawer and wrapped it around his arm a few times while talking.

"Yes." The young man sitting in front of the old arcade responded without turning his head, and his men were still operating his Yagamian quickly.

When the big man passed by, he flicked the boy on the back of his head: "Do you listen?"

A huge "KO" appeared on the screen, and the young man finally heaved a sigh of relief and unscrewed the Coke bottle and said lazily, "You are the only store that you still need to see? It's just the two of us."

He casually took out a pack of cigarettes from the big man's trouser pocket, took one out of it and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Brother, bring me an old popsicle, it's about to die of heat."

"You said that you are a brat from a rich family, and you are quite friendly to the people who eat all day long." The big man rolled up his small cut, "It's really troublesome, let's talk to your stepdad next time, give it to brother This game hall also sponsors an air conditioner."

The young man raised his chin at the shaking head fan hanging on the wall: "I think it's pretty good, and it matches the temperament of your shop. Also, don't call me troublesome in the future. Those who don't know will think you're barking a dog."

The big man laughed loudly: "I just think it's better to make trouble than continue, kind!"

Ji Zhun raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you in a hurry to go to the toilet? You held back again?"

"Hey, no!" The big man slapped his thigh, pointed at Ji Zhun and shouted while lifting the door curtain, "Your cigarette smells so bad when you smoke it in your mouth, if you dare to light it, I will sue your mother!"

After saying that, he ran towards the public toilet with the wind at his feet.

Looking at the figure of the other party, Ji Zhun raised the corner of his lower lip, then tilted his head to light a cigarette, got up and stood under the fan to cool his head.

He pulled open the collar of his blue and white school uniform and fanned it randomly, revealing his clear collarbone and fair neck.

The door curtain swung suddenly, and two "Xiangfeijie" elders who Ji Zhun hadn't seen for a long time came in from the outside.

"Damn it, it's really a game hall!" One of the plane heads looked at the arcade machines in the room and said excitedly, "I fucking thought this kind of place was extinct long ago!"

Another guy in tight leather trousers and Doudou shoes walked past Ji Zhun with his bum, and asked while chewing gum, "Where's the boss?"

Ji Zhun reacted briefly, only to realize that the other party seemed to be talking to him, frowned and pointed at himself: "Are you talking to me?"

Ma Gan'er looked at Ji Zhun with an expression like he was looking at an idiot: "Otherwise you're a ghost?"

Ji Zhun nodded and flicked the ashes from his cigarette: "Let's exchange coins, 30 for ten yuan. Give me the cash and scan the QR code on the wall."