When technology looks at home

4st black

It's a sad Thursday, oh, Thursday why are you Thursday?

Xu Jiu sat in the classroom with a capitalized face, surrounded by noisy classmates and young couples who abused single dogs.

As for the reason why Xu Jiu has been sitting for so long and no one talks to him, it’s not some kind of social barrier in a dead house. Seeing him haggling so cheerfully when buying vegetables, one knows that this kind of tall illness has nothing to do with him. up.

Although everyone in the University of Finance and Economics is very good at talking, they are very familiar with each other, and they can run trains with their tongues, but when the semester started, Xu Jiu came two days late, and everyone else lived on campus, he was the only one, even though he had no social barriers But this guy is thin-skinned, he doesn't dare to talk to anyone, plus the standard nerd hair, reflective eyes, expressionless face, and stiff voice...

In this way, Xu Jiu forcibly cast a withdrawn image in front of others.

How wronged_(:зゝ∠)_

Xu Jiu pouted his chin, twirling a pen in boredom, in his pale, bony hand, nimbly twirling a black signature pen, the black and white are distinct and really beautiful.

These long hands are so pretty, Mu Yongli, who was sitting obliquely behind Xu Jiu, stared at those hands and thought to himself, as a qualified hand controller, he hastily took out the camera secretly and used the continuous shooting skill fiercely.

Emma, ​​secretly filming the feeling of a cold and cold man, so excited and swollen.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around Mu Yongli's neck with unstoppable strength, "Wow!" Mu Yongli was so scared that he almost dropped the camera, "Haha, what are you doing here by yourself?" The man leaned close to Mu Yongli's ear and said in a low voice, "And secretly took pictures of your male god, why don't you take pictures of the goddess next to him."

"Go away." Mu Yongli couldn't help straightening his back under the male god's gaze, and when the male god turned his head, he immediately showed his true colors and slapped the arms around him, "Damn it!" , Zhang Liang, you want to kill me!"

"How could it be?" Zhang Liang rubbed his arms twice indifferently, "Don't worry, your male god is so cold, so you won't care."

"You!... You are right." Mu Yongli raised the camera again under Zhang Liang's stupid gaze.

"The male god is a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world. Look at this fair-skinned one, and those hands are so raw, I really want to lick them..."

Zhang Liang: "..." Damn it, gay!

Zhang Liang violently grabbed Mu Yongli's hand holding the camera and pressed it under the table, "Damn it, son of a bitch, what do you want to do to your father's camera!"

"Fuck, you should pay attention to taking pictures. Didn't you see the teacher coming? Call me daddy! Don't worry about the brat."

"Dad, I was wrong." Mu Yongli sat down listlessly, looking at the back of the male god below, wishing he could be a camera or a video recorder.

When the professor came, Xu Jiu sat down very seriously, and then he heard someone yelling from behind, although he yelled halfway and someone covered him up, but the yelled person yelled louder The soul is light, and I still take pictures!You dare to take pictures of the old iron man's class. If you didn't see him, you couldn't hold back your mobile phone and just sat and waited all the time! ?

These two brats are really brave, I really want to applaud them.

"Everyone is seated." The old iron-headed professor patted the table, and his smoothness didn't look like a half-baked professor, "Come on, just move here."

"Damn it, what the hell is the old iron man going to do again." "I don't know, but this time it was so tightly covered that no one knew about it." "Mom, I really want to go home." " Damn, you're really worthless." "If you're worthwhile, go ahead." "Um, I'd better take a look first." "Cut."

Xu Jiu sat closer to the front, carefully looking at the pile of sundries on the ground, it's so miscellaneous, from perfumes and bags to children's snacks, what does this old iron man want to do.

"Quiet." The old iron man stood on the podium, smiling like a kind old man, "Students, let's hold a meaningful event today."

Xu Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth, he thought it was a pill this time.

"Well, students, don't get excited and don't curse people." The old iron man shook the small iron box of lottery that would appear every time he made a new move, "This time it's quite simple, let's draw lots first, what can we get?" Just sell what you want and see who earns better income, good teachers will not accept the money he sells, and bad ones, then of course the principal and interest will be returned to the teacher.”

Fuck it x a class.

Even though the whole class tried to prevent this inhumane activity with the excuses that you don’t need to spend money, teacher, how nice it is to bring home snacks for your grandson, etc., but the old iron man refused to enter, rich and self-willed, and went his own way to finish the lottery.

Xu Jiu looked at the No. 8 lottery in his hand, and he was still very nervous. Could it be the bouquet or the toilet paper over there?There's even a bag of pacifiers over there!

Finally, the professor stroked the mustache on his chin, and gave Xu Jiu a bundle of white T-shirts.

That's right, it's the most common kind of pure white, one size fits all, big white t-shirt without any flowers!The professor even told him that it was made of pure cotton, so he had to work hard to sell it.

Xu Jiu: "..." In fact, there is no fluctuation in my heart, do you believe it?