I Have 108 Kinds Of Teasing Skills - Chapter 11

The next day, the alarm clock rang at the head of the bed.

There are two nymphs rolled up in bed.

One struggled to get up in the “times”, full of annoyance of not getting enough sleep.

One rippled steady as an old dog, getting up the difficulty of the brawny and calm show the best.

“This is better than u! Double cool! Cool cool cool cool cool ……”

Chu Meng snapped off the press, cool you big man.

Zhao Yunsang a psycho, alarm clock even so festive, she why not the whole song “good luck” it?

Chu Meng picked up the phone to look at the class schedule, the first section is optional, not how to check late. She did not shout Zhao Yunsang, slipping slippers into the bathroom to wash up.

Ten minutes later.

Washing finished Chu Meng walked back to the bedroom, a pull open light green curtains, early morning sunlight diffuse shine.

Zhao Yunsang pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

This girl from freshman year is late nail, iron body, magnet hit the bed.

Chu Meng to her two years of human-shaped alarm clock, has long shouted out of experience, holding arms standing at the side of the bed count backwards ten, counted directly after lifting the quilt.

Chu Meng family open martial arts school, from childhood to the big tie sandbag lift bucket, carry Zhao Yunsang like carrying a cat, grabbed the person after the collar to carry slip to the bathroom, will be clean towel soaked in cold water slapped on her face –

“I’m going to buy breakfast, and when I come back you’re not sitting at the table, I’ll flush your son down the toilet.”

This trick was very effective.

Chu Meng entered after buying breakfast and saw that Zhao Yunsang had finished cleaning up and was feeding her son.

Also do not know how she so rare a turtle.

Downstairs breakfast stores, a full range, Chu Meng bought a simple, two Hu spicy soup and doughnuts.

Zhao Yunsang yawned to tear the doughnut into small pieces soaked in the soup, suddenly heard Chu Meng asked.

“Who did you dream about last night?”

She moves a beat: “…… what for?”

“Curious chant.” Chu Meng chewed the soup crunchy peanuts, smiling gossip, “fell asleep and also scolded people uncle grandfather, which killers provoked you?”

“……”

Zhao Yunsang sheepishly bowed her head and drank the soup, did not answer.

She also does not know why, probably because of the day thinking, surprisingly dreamed of meeting Fu Sheng that day in high school.

The two of them finished their meal and took a taxi back to school.

The classroom of the Civics class is in the Learning Building 416, the professor is over half a hundred years old, gentle and slow, he finished a PPT Zhao Yunsang can basically sleep a back and forth.

Although he loves to name, but to give the score loose, the examination week to hand in an essay can pass, so the selection of more people.

Zhao Yunsang and Chu Meng to the time, the professor just sitting on the podium with a thermos to open the computer.

Two people find a seat at random.

The bell rang, the class was filled one after another.

The old professor opened the roster as usual, and did not look up, someone answered to draw a check.

So Zhao Yunsang watched as the curly-haired girl sitting in the row in front of her played multiple roles.

“Xu Ran.”

“Here!” The voice was shrill and shifted left.

“Xu Ke.”

“Here.” Slightly deep voice, move right.

“Okay, Zhang Xingyue.”

“Over here.” Lean forward.

“Chen Meng.”

“Teacher, here!” Lean back.

……

Zhao Yunsang gave a silent thumbs up, bully.

“Attendance is very good.” The professor smiled as he finished drawing the check mark and called out the last name.

“Fu Sheng.”

Hearing these two words, 90 percent of the class subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the answering position.

Zhao Yunsang’s heart twitched, but did not turn around.

“Present.”

It was a slightly gruff male voice.

–because she knew that Fu Sheng would not come.

Everyone retracted their eyes in disappointment.

Chu Meng originally also followed to look, but found that still for the answer to the after, a hundred puzzled.

She came close to Zhao Yunsang and asked in a low voice, “Why do you think Da Shen took this class two years in a row, but did not come to the classroom once to listen?”

Not only did she not understand, but others did not understand either.

The east and west campuses are far away, and many girls have only heard of the electronic faculty’s volatile grass, but not seen it, and heard that he had taken the SiS course, all followed to enroll.

The result is that you never meet the main person, it’s all a substitute answer.

The bar also opened a special floor to discuss the matter, and finally came to the conclusion: the brain circuit of the gods is not what we mortals can understand.

“I don’t know.”

Zhao Yunsang thinks he is also mortal, “I guess he wants to experience the thrill of skipping class.”

—— off-topic — —

Sang Sang: It can’t be because of me, right?

Xiao Fu (raising an eyebrow): You guess.