Chapter 82:

"We strongly mind to search Cobb again, find out the evidence of his derailment, and pull him into the pig cage!" The crowd shouted loudly, and Cobb shrugged: "I don't object, you must search." When he came to Cobb's bedroom, Cobb's quilt was lying on the bed. He adhered to the principle that he had to sleep at night even if the quilt was folded. Why was it so troublesome? When the quilt was opened, everyone was stunned. Cobb was stunned. The managed shorts slipped off the quilt. It didn't matter, and Cobb quickly recalled last night. After taking a shower, he wrapped himself in a bath towel.
"Why don't you sleep here tonight."
Xu Zhili walked to the door without even returning: "You have a bad sleep." Then he closed the door and left.
Cobb was behind him: "You are a client!"
So, the shorts were difficult to argue by Cobb last night.
"Shameless! So shameless, I have nothing to say, even if you take it, we won't say anything, but you are still dead and don't admit it, alas, everyone spit on him."
呸 "I am, it was someone who framed me." Cobb was still stiff.
After everybody turned over a good education, they shook their heads and walked out of the bedroom. They all looked sighing, and Cobb seized the clothes on the back of the manager: "You, friend, please stay away, you already knew."
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Zhili continued to move forward, and Cobb behind was dragged forward.
"No, no, come less and tell me clearly."
"Why so serious." Zhili shrugged his shoulders, speaking softly and lightly, this attitude severely triggered Cobb, he frantically embraced Zhili from the back and shook back and forth: "Kill you, kill you ,I am going to kill you!!"
75. St. James's Love Story
Summer vacation was urged by the heat wave. On June 22, Cobb was too busy for the final test, came out of the library, and the book was shaking in his hands. Cobb slowly walked back to the classroom. The people passing by attracted his attention. All of these girls were wearing a fruit-green belt, and the hit shirt was too serious. As soon as I stepped into the classroom, most of the girls in the class were wearing belts. I haven't heard of any belt festival. The male and female put their hands on their cheeks and looked at the leaves outside: "It's good, even in the air today Full of love. "
It ’s not good. Need for a little nymphosis came out. Cobb's wrinkled scenery smelled hard:
The smell of love is sweaty.
Gongzhu rolled his eyes:
What kind of structure does your body have, and a little romantic cells? No."
"Of course my body is different from yours, it's a boy's structure."
The arrival of Ying Xiujie and Zhou Xinhe interrupted the conversation between them, and even Zhou Xinhe fastened his belt. As the confidante encountered a confidant, he stepped forward and held Zhou Xinhe's hand tightly: "Comrade, I can count someone who knows the market. "
Ying Yingxiu jerked at Zhou Xinhe's belt: "What do you do to practice abdominal muscles?"
"Come again with a bun. Haven't you heard of it, the legend of love of Saint-Jean College." When he heard Gongye say, Cobb became big, and it is said that this thing is not harmful. Unfortunately, as soon as this topic started, the public servants couldn't take it anymore, and they talked about it (the following is the legend):
[She felt extremely disgusted from the moment she entered the school. Men, men, creatures called men everywhere, she didn't like men, they felt they were evil and dirty complexes. Whenever she walked by, the boys looked at her from the bottom to the top, which made her couldn't help tightening her eyebrows. She had earplugs in her ears, used music to isolate the world, and she did n’t care about carrying the suitcase up the stairs. Just dragging, letting the suitcase bump on every step, making annoying noises. Many men took the initiative to step forward and wanted to help this beautiful woman. She didn't look at anyone and just continued to walk up the steps. At this time, she grabbed the suitcase with one hand, and her slender fingers grabbed the suitcase indiscriminately. Her face was full of dissatisfaction, she pulled off the earplugs, raised her head, and the boy was wearing a black and white peaked cap. Inferred to be a good-looking face hidden in the shadows: "Why don't you mention it."
He didn't say a word, his lips were motionless, and he threw the suitcase down the stairs. The suitcase rolled for a while before stopping. She couldn't believe her eyes. The man threw his suitcase?
"I hate noise." His tone remained unchanged, and he continued to move forward. She jumped off the steps, twisted up her suitcase, raised it, and threw it at his back: "I hate you too." He was hit in the back, moved a little forward, and looked at the suitcase on the ground. I grabbed it and threw it down. The suitcase continued its tragic fate, farther than it rolled off last time, her pretty eyes widened. The man, even unexpectedly, threw her suitcase twice, when she chased the suitcase and wanted to find him again He has disappeared. Her aversion to boys kept growing.
Two months after entering the school, she was unusually supported by girls, with her own friends and confidants. At that time, St. Jessie College lacked control and the school regulations were not perfect. The school was chaotic and various people gathered together. She soon represented the weak girl in the patriarchal situation of that era and became the first woman with power in Saint-Jean College.
On this day, she finally had time to buy a new suitcase. She carried the suitcase, and found that many girls came around with a boy. She frowned in disgust, and the moment she passed by, she stopped and tilted her head. She turned around and looked at the back of the man. Soon, she picked up the suitcase and smashed it, hitting the back of his head, exclaiming other girls. Although she didn't see the man's appearance that day, it was strange that when she passed by, she knew it was him.
He turned his head after touching the back, as she guessed it was a good-looking face, but it looked better than her guess.
"It's not even dead yet," she said, really planning to kill him! !! !!
"It's up to you?" His indifference revealed his arrogance in his indifference, which triggered her anger. She felt a burst of anger into her mind. The thing she hated most in her life was the person who looked down on women and felt that women were worse than men People, so she proved desperately that no man in this world can surpass herself.
"Little white face, don't look down on women." She moved her neck and made a crisp sound.
"I don't hit women." He said unintentionally to stay more.
"Then I'm a man." She grabbed her long hair, drew a pair of scissors from her shoulder bag, and cut off her black and soft long hair. The hair fell violently in the wind, and her actions eventually made him Stopping, just staring at her, she unbuttoned her shirt, took off her chest with a white cloth, beautiful clavicle, shoulders exposed, and uneven short hair appeared out of place.
She saw that he was just standing there, looking at herself with a pair of deep eyes, and her pupils reflected her appearance. She compared her fingers and said, "Come here ~~"
Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared behind her to hold her: "Come on, the principal is here."
"The short winter melon is really not a time to pick." She picked up the clothes and left with the man, and returned to the classroom. Several girls exclaimed, helping her to fix her hair and clothes.
Beside 1. The girl said, "That man can't move."
"Why?"
"Don't you know? He is the son of a school manager."
"So what."
"Don't forget the agreement with your parents. If you can't complete your studies, you must go back to the blind date. Not all your dad guessed that you can't finish it, so you have already found a door right."
She smiled, with a wicked charm in her smile: "Want to marry me? Immediately strangling him when he entered the cave."
"Then you are also a widow."
At night, she was the last one out of the classroom and saw him, sitting on the suitcase. She walked over and pulled up the suitcase: "Thank you." As soon as the words fell, he lifted the suitcase and hit him, and he frowned: "It's a revenge woman."
"It's too late to know. Why are you here?" Her voice was extremely upset.
He stared at her with interest against the wall: "Compensate for your haircut." She was a little surprised, although she didn't care, but she still regretted her urge to cut her hair afterwards. What was he doing? Find yourself depressed.
She quickly sneered: "How can you compensate?"
He reached out his finger, grabbed her short hair unexpectedly, approached, moved closer, smelling her hair, and then pressed his lips to her ears: "I've been with you until it grew longer. kind?"
Her inexplicable face became hot: "Who is rare."
He stopped talking and turned to leave. She picked up the suitcase again and threw it over. He stretched out a hand and his arm easily blocked.
"I will return this sentence to you." It was him who threw away his suitcase for the first time.