In the second class, Fu Xin went to the toilet, but didn't come back after the class.
0046 was startled, "It won't happen anymore."
Zong Yuan sullenly, stood up with a sigh, and old **** who was sitting at the podium writing preparations was shocked, "Student Zong Yuan, what's wrong?"
"Teacher, I'll go to the toilet."
His posture was not like going to the toilet, but like going to a fight.
Old ginger, "Go ahead."
Zong Yuan came to this men's room with a calm face, "Fu Xin"
No one cares.
He looked over one by one. It was school time and there were very few people going to the toilet. Only one compartment of the entire toilet was closed.
Zong Yuan knocked on the compartment door, "Classmate, squeak."
There was a weak sound from inside, "Squeak."
It's not the voice of Xin.
Zong Yuan walked out of the toilet with a black face, "You don't have a position to pay Xin"
0046 froze for a moment, muttering, "I didn't install gs for him, where would I know?"
Zong Yuan took a deep breath, hating iron for not making steel, "You don't know to look at the surveillance in the school"
0046 is silent.
Zong Yuan went upstairs and went to the toilet on the second floor to take a look. As soon as he walked in, he saw Fu Xin washing his hands. He was surprised to see Zong Yuan, "Are there many people on the first floor?"
Zong Yuan choked, walked to the urinal calmly, pulled down the zipper, "Yeah."
Fu Xin washed his hands, his face was dyed thin red, his washing hands became slower and slower, and he secretly looked at Zong Yuan from the mirror.
I can hear the sound of water being released.
After Zong Yuan lifted his pants, he turned around and saw Fu Xin blushing in the mirror and wondering what he was thinking.
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Zong Yuan walked over and shouted behind him, his voice raised, "Hey."
Fu Xindeng took two steps back, frightened, Zong Yuan firmly supported him, amused, "Whether you are thinking about washing your hands, you can distract yourself."
Fu Xin stood still, guilty, "I didn't think about anything."
It was good for him to admit frankly, but with a guilty conscience, Zong Yuan snorted, "Let's go, the class is halfway through."
Fu Xin unconsciously glanced at him three ways, the whole person turned into a statue, "you, you, you"
"Me, me, me, what's wrong with me"
"You didn't pull the zipper"
"", ashamed, Zong Yuan darkened his face, pulled the zipper up with a scream, and walked out with his long legs.
Fu Xin followed behind with a strange expression.
Black panties.
Still tight.
Show.