He's so flirty

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So when Lisa said it, the original Class 6 students in the room were not too surprised.

It's just that even if you have known it for a long time, many people still feel a lot of emotion when thinking about the contrast.

Shen Liang is the same.

He raised his foot and walked over, only to stop when he was in front of Jungkook.

"At the end of this semester, your liberal arts are all sixteenth grade?"

Jungkook: "Thank you, Teacher Shen, for your concern."

Shen Liang's eyes flashed: "The others... are they deserted?"

"Will not."

"Still the same?"

"..."

Jungkook said.

He didn't rush to answer, but looked at the girl beside him in the inexplicable and puzzled eyes of others.

His eyes collided with the girl's equally suspicious eyes.

After two seconds, Jungkook looked back and lowered his eyes and laughed dumbly.

"Shaken, but it's okay....I know exactly what ending I want."

Until then, I will not waver.

Because everything I do now is to be able to walk there with you.

"..."

Shen Liang's heart is complicated, but it is undeniable that an emotion that can be called relief occupies the main body.

—After all, he underestimated the young man's ambitions too much.

After that, other teachers also came and took their seats. One at each table is also full of joy.

This is in the middle of the second year of high school. The so-called "college entrance examination" has not yet shrouded. Most students are still thinking about the insignificant but indispensable joys, sorrows and joys of youth at this age.

So not long after eating a meal, there was a lot of gossip. Several class teachers began to excuse that there was something at home, and left one by one.

As a result, there was still a bunch of underage students left in the box dryly.

Finally, they were relieved from the final exam and a semester of high-pressure study. They were obviously unwilling to go back just like that.

Finally, it was the most active proposal in the class—

"It's only a few hours, why don't you go home in a hurry? Come on,'every seven times', and those who lose accept the punishment of Truth or Dare, press the table!"

This proposal was immediately welcomed by everyone.

—

I have been divided into shifts for half a year. At the beginning, I was afflicted with each other or with a single arrow. At this time, I was rushed to my brain by the drink.

When someone passed a pole, naturally one rushed upwards.

As a punishment measure for Truth or Dare, everyone in the class writes a small punishment note and mixes them together. If you lose at that time, just draw a note.

So the game begins.

It's just that after a few rounds were played at each table, some people protested—

"This is not fair! This game is simply a cruel crush of you science and science tyrants on our liberal arts! Know if our math is not good-who suggested that I should kill him!"

"You have to point your face," the "General Changsheng" who was at the same table as the protester was a little overwhelmed, and went up with the words, "I think Brother Jeon and Lisa are both liberal arts, or they haven't lost at all. ..."

The movement became smaller as the next time, the person who spoke slowly realized who he was carrying as a shield, and his face changed slightly.

Many people instinctively looked at a figure in the corner.

There was a quiet awkwardness in the box.

In the eyes of everyone, Jungkook, who had been staring at Lisa thoughtfully, was mentioned by "Innocent", and turned back to his attention at this time.

And Lisa, who was also bored by this game, also regained consciousness, reaching under the table and gently pulling Jungkook.

Originally, Jungkook didn't want to bother about it, but just wondered when to take his little classmates first. However, he had been "instructed" at this time, and he could only raise his eyes.

"Everyone thinks it's unfair, so let's change to something more random."

The boy's thin lips curled up, and his slender index finger pressed a button on the table, "Just keep it simple, turn the spoon."

Several rounds of collective response have just been punished.

"..."

Only Lisa stared deeply at the spoon placed in the middle of the table with bitterness.

—

After transferring bottles from the bar last time, she may have been mentally allergic to the word "turn".

She seemed to have noticed her thoughts, and the boy next to her leaned over on the back of her chair.

The laughter close at hand is low and dull:

"Scared?"

"..."

Lisa heard that this person was deliberate, and cast an annoyed look at the boy.

However, after a minute, Lisa was not angry at all.

Seeing Shao Bing, who was pointing to her right in the middle of the wine table, the girl smiled so that her apricot eyes were bent into crescents—

"Jungkook, you should pick a penalty note!"

"..."

Jungkook himself had no emotions about the unfortunate "winning" in the second round after his proposal.

However, seeing the energetic look of the girl next to him, he felt for the first time in his life that such a boring game really had a need.

Seeing Lisa smiling brightly, Jungkook got up to draw the punishment note, but couldn't help but curl his lips together.

After a while, the punishment note he got was shown—

The punishment is very simple, that is, to publicly announce the photos placed in the photo layer of your wallet.

After knowing this punishment, Lisa and others felt a little boring.

—

In this age, who would put any photos in the wallet?

Just after thinking about this for less than two seconds, Lisa found a trace of uncomfortable feeling in Jungkook's expression.