MTL - Don’t You Like Me-Chapter 39

Lin Feiran was sneaking around the door of the office of the second year of the high school. The voice of the Chinese teacher rang coldly: "Hey, how come you come, I am looking for you."

Lin Feiran heard a speech from the language teacher. It was because he hadn’t looked at the language teacher all the time, so he wanted to simply turn into an unheard-like look and turn his head. The result was that he heard the Chinese teacher’s rushing out of the sea: “Lin Feiran Call you! Give me over!"

Lin Feiran immediately squeezed out a hypocritical smile and ran over it: "Hey, Teacher Li, I am here."

Teacher Li frowned and pushed the glasses, reflecting the cold light on the lens. Severely said: "Don't be hippie smiley, what is the mid-term exam? I think your other subjects are good, don't you pay attention to the language?"

"No, Teacher Li, in fact, I think I have improved compared to the last time..." Lin Feiran argued softly. "My language class can be listened to seriously."

“Listen to the class seriously?” Teacher Li calmly and steadily took Lin Feiran’s language paper out and pointed it to a multiple-choice question with a red pen. “The interpretation of this word was also mentioned in the class a few days before the exam, and I will give you another chance. What is the correct answer?"

"Teacher, let me think about it." Lin Feiran wrinkled the face of bitter melon to look at the question, his mouth dragged the time, his eyes drifted toward the side of the paper, and wanted to peek at the answers of other students, but Li’s eyes quickly put the The 摞 卷 moved far.

Lin Feiran: "..."

Just as Lin Feiran was almost anxious to be bald, the little female ghost suddenly ran over with the rabbit doll, picked up her feet and looked at the question pointed by Li’s red pen with the big eyes of the black hole. Neck looked at the papers of other classmates, and then slammed Lin Feiran: "Choose A, big brother."

Teacher Li: "Is it better? I see you are..."

Lin Feiran gratefully glanced at the little girl ghost, loudly: "Choose A!"

Teacher Li stunned after half a word, and clicked another point on Lin Feiran's wrong question: "Is this? I also said."

The little girl ghost looks at someone else's paper and whispers: "Choose C, big brother."

Lin Feiran’s lips are slightly tilted, saying: “Choose C, Teacher Li.”

Teacher Li did not believe in evil, pointing to a blank poem that Lin Feiran did not fill in, and asked: "What is behind ‘After sorrow?’

The little female ghost frowned and looked at the papers of others. She looked at her at most, that is, the first and second grades of elementary school. It was estimated that the amount of literacy was not enough. After a moment of entanglement, she whispered: "The first word does not know, the Yangtze River does not..."

After all, Lin Feiran turned his back and remembered it as soon as he was reminded: "The endless Yangtze River!"

Teacher Li snorted dissatisfiedly, holding his arms on the back of the chair: "What do you mean? After you finished your plenary session, after the horse?"

Lin Feiran sneaked a sneak gesture toward the little female ghost under the table. The little female ghost ignored him. He just ran back to Zheng next to the rabbit doll.

Lin Feiran, who escaped from the robbery, smiled and told the teacher to sell Meng: "Mr. Li, I have been a bad language before, so I was nervous when I took the exam. I really listened carefully to class..."

Teacher Li didn't have a temper. He simply said that Lin Feiran waved his hand and let him go.

When Lin Feiran out of the office door, he looked back at the little female ghost who was playing the rabbit doll. When one of the ghosts met, Lin Feiran was very handsome and squeezed the eyes of the little female ghost and smiled. His looks and temperament are very attractive to the little girl. With such a small movement, it is completely devastating. The little girl sneaked for a moment, and embarrassedly bowed her head to the rabbit doll.

Seems to be less prepared for me? Lin Feiran was slightly pleased, running back through the ghostly corridor to the classroom, in the majestic gaze of the half old headmaster, gently pressed Gu Kaifeng’s cheek with a fingertip and took a sigh of yang, then nothing happened. Looking down at the chemical paper that should be talked about in the next lesson, let Gu Kaifeng, who was squandered nowhere to vent, go crazy.

"I haven't dared to kiss you in the classroom, right?" Gu Kaifeng poked Lin Feiran's itch at the waist.

Lin Feiran hided, and a clear shy light appeared in the clear eyes: "No, what is not kissed."

"You wait for the college entrance examination." Gu Kaifeng's hot air between the lips and teeth swept over Lin Feiran's ear side, the voice was low, "I have to press you on the table, press the leader to kiss the stage."

Lin Feiran bit his lip, but did not stop smiling, had to use a hand to hold the mouth and asked: "Why don't you just press me in the principal's office? That is exciting."

Gu Kaifeng made a decisive decision: "That plus this."

Lin Feiran: "..."

Lin Feiran lightly coughed his face and helped Gu Kaifeng spread his chemical papers. A serious saying: "Is it possible to be healthy? Who wants to kiss you? Look at the wrong question, I will talk about it soon."

"You are waiting." Gu Kaifeng floated a smirk that looked through everything and looked down at the paper.

The second quarter of the afternoon was a physical education class. Today, the physical education teacher is rarely sick and has not been involved. The physical education class is normal.

The students jogged around the playground for two laps, and the teacher announced the dissolution of free activities. Lin Feiran originally wanted to play basketball with Gu Kaifeng Wang Zhuo, but when he arrived at the stadium, Lin Feiran scanned the circle with Yin Yang and found Zheng teacher. The little girl of the family was playing at the side of the court, so she changed her mind and said that she was still watching it on the sidelines.

Wang Zhuo had to come to a boy to play 3V3. Lin Feiran stood on the side of the field for a while. When they saw that they had invested, they sneaked to another basket near the little girl. Here are some seniors in the third year. The little girl learns how they look, trying to throw their little ball into the basket, but the strength is too small to throw the ball is not high, throwing high is also embarrassing.

Lin Feiran was amused by the little female ghost's serious throwing of the ball, and the fear of her only remaining in her heart dissipated. He wandered around the little female ghost, and hooked the black eyes to look at him when he came over. Mouth type: "Come on."

After the morning office, the little girl’s attitude towards Lin Feiran was not so alienated. She ran quickly with a small ball and stood in a place two meters away from Lin Feiran. She politely called: “Big brother is good. ”

"Hello." Lin Feiran waved at her with a smile, and the student behind the little girl who happened to be looking over here was screaming at herself.

Lin Fei was busy and waved his hand: "It's okay."

The little female ghost found this little misunderstanding because of her own troubles, and grinned with a grin.

Lin Feiran also laughed. In order not to make a joke, he was busy covering his mouth with his hand. He whispered: "Big brother can vote for the ball, do you want to learn?"

The little female ghost hesitated for a while, pointing to the senior high school seniors under the basket and asked: "Really? Is it better than those big brothers?"

Lin Feiran smugly waved his hand: "It’s all **** in front of you."

The black-eyed eyes of the little female ghost seem to be slightly brighter: "I want to learn."

"Then you have to promise me something." Lin Feiran exquisitely raised his eyebrows. "You have to tell me what other wishes you have not finished, I want to help you."

The little female ghost pulled the skirt in uneasiness and hesitated for a while, whispering: "Okay."

Lin Feiran added calmly: "It’s a puppy that doesn’t count."

The little girl ghost solemnly nodded: "Well."

Lin Feiran gently vomited: "Let's say, what do you wish?"

The little female ghost turned a dark lacquered eye, and the white fingers slammed nervously between the gaps of the ball. The whispered: "I am sick and dead. When I am sick, Mom and Dad take care of me very hard. Especially my mother, she is the hardest, my father is also very good, he helps me find a doctor everywhere, go out and work hard to earn money to buy medicine for me...", the little girl’s eyes ooze tears, two The thin blood line slides down the porcelain white cheeks, which is strange and miserable.

Lin Feiran’s heart was sour, and after seeing it in a circle, no one paid attention to himself. He endured the fear of reaching out and touched the emptiness of the little girl’s head. He clumsily advised: “Children don’t cry, crying is not beautiful. Up..."

The little female ghost wiped the blood and tears on her face and continued: "But the person who can't let me down is my mother. On the day of my death, she cried so sadly that I couldn't bear to go. Later, after two years, my mother gave birth to a younger brother... ...but I know that my mother still remembers me, she is occasionally crying in my album in the middle of the night..." After a pause, the little girl raised her innocent and scary face and cautiously asked Lin Feiran, "Big Brother." Can you help me tell my mother, let her not be sad again, every time I see her in the middle of the night, I will be reluctant to leave, I told my mother, the painkiller that my sister and sister gave me is especially easy to use. When I died, I didn’t feel any pain at all. I didn’t feel bad at all. I knew that my mother couldn’t put it down in my heart. I felt that I was suffering. You told her that I really didn’t... You told her, you gave me捎 Toys and snacks, I am very happy, no regrets.” The little girl gave her chin and thought about it. She took care of herself and said, “Tell me my mother, thank you big brother.”

Lin Feiran carrying a basketball schoolmaster like a small mushroom on the ground, a nose and a tear, said with a cry: "Know it."

After all, the little female ghost has been dead for a long time. These things are much lighter than Lin Feiran, so I just cried out when I started talking about these things. Now my emotions are more peaceful than Lin Feiran. I actually used Lin Feiran to comfort myself. Lin Feiran: "Big brother don't cry, crying is not handsome..."

Lin Feiran's nose was red, and he cried retortedly: "Whoever said, I am crying and handsome!"

The little girl thought about it and said: "Yes, you tell my mother, I want the whole family to go to the aquarium and the playground together. My wish is on my mother. Where is my mother? I can go there. Near her."

"Good." Lin Feiran responded, took out a facial tissue and rubbed a nose, and wiped his tears. "I can't stand it, it's too uncomfortable, it's a pity..."

The little female ghost reveals a smile that is faint and faint, whispered: "People will die, I am just a little earlier, but I have had such a good father and mother, I am very satisfied. My brother is also very cute. He always can be a child when he was a child. Seeing me, I laughed when I made a face, but he couldn't see me when he grew up."

Yes, the little girl said that making faces is a literal face!

The little girl ghost sighed in the air and said: "I, if I don't go back in the reincarnation, my brother will look bigger than me in two years."

Lin Feiran was afraid that he would be seen when he was seen. He tried to calm his emotions and wiped his nose and tears. He said: "I will find a chance to tell your mother... You let me calm for five minutes. After I am calm, I teach you to pitch."

Five minutes later, Lin Feiran, who had regained his spirit, jumped up and said, "Get started!"

The little girl squeezed her fist into the sky and shook her head with Lin Feiran: "Begin!"

Lin coach covered his mouth with his hand and sneaked the class to the little female ghost: "First talk about the basic precautions with you. When you shoot, you can't force your hands, but start from the soles of your feet, let the power... ..."