Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me Chapter 667: Group penalty run

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"In short, early summer, you go back to class first. We can solve this problem by ourselves." Xiao Mingluo stretched out his hand and patted An Chuxia on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Although he said very relaxedly to An Chuxia, she can keenly catch the solemnity of Xiao Mingluo's eyes.

This matter is certainly not as easy to solve as Xiao Mingluo said. Is it okay to rely on only three of them?

"You go back to class." Han Qilu took An Chuxia's hand: "This is an order, Maid An."

The order... is to be followed.

Although she wanted to help them very much in her heart, after all, she couldn't help anyone else.

Just as she was about to leave here, the people in the music classroom were pushed away rudely. The door panel hit the wall with a heavy muffled noise.

"Why aren't you in the classroom during class time?" The visitor was the dean of academic affairs, and several school faculty and staff followed him.

Obviously, it is absolutely not a coincidence that these people are in this place at this time.

Are you going to start? The game of killing chickens and monkeys...

Han Qilu's eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, his lips pressed, and he strode forward: "I said...you are not in the office during class time, what are you doing in my site?"

Unbelievable!

This term to describe Han Qilu can no longer be described as "in place".

The students dared to say such things to them, and the expressions on the faces of several people deteriorated. The instructor gave a dry cough and said in a majestic manner: "We are going to clean up the old classroom. This is about to be converted into a data room for stacking teaching materials. You guys, hurry up and give me back to the classroom!"

When she said this, An Chuxia noticed that several teachers, including the dean of education, had their fists tight. This shows that they are... very nervous?

"I'm not feeling well, so I stay here for a while, so I don't plan to go back to the classroom." Han Qilu stepped on the chair with one foot and scorned his chin with one hand, "Unless you lift me ."

"You..." The instructor was anxious, Han Qilu's difficulty was not generally high, and it was precisely because of this that they had to start from Han Qilu's side.

The cold sweat was drawn from the head of the dean.

"You!" The dean of instruction stretched out his hand to An Chuxia, and said with a stern face: "Hurry up and give me back to the classroom?"

It is too difficult to treat Han Qilu as the first bird. In order to save face, the dean of course has to choose someone like An Chuxia who is relatively easy to deal with.

But he missed one item!

Han Qilu walked through An Chuxia with one hand, and pulled her behind him, and said to the dean with a grim expression, "No one can point to her except me. Even my mother treats her as her own daughter. The status and status is higher than that of my mother."

The dean's face turned black in an instant. He forgot the relationship between An Chuxia and Han Qilu, the relationship between An Chuxia and the Han family, and even An Yishan's foster father!

In this way, he offends almost everyone who can offend.

But now that this is the end of the matter, his heart slammed, he simply broke the jar, frowned, and said to Han Qilu with a serious face: "You guys are absent from class and chat and smoke here. It makes sense? You guys? Since I don’t want to go to class, everyone will give me a run on the playground! I’m not allowed to stop until get out of class is over!"

"Director." Ling Hanyu approached the teaching director with a smile on his face and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, are we a penalty run?"

Lian Han Qilu was punished and the others would settle down. The teaching director rolled his eyes and nodded decisively: "Of course. Absent from class, I don't remember that you are absent from class and only punish you for running. This is already the greatest tolerance for you."

"Oh?" Ling Hanyu nodded repeatedly, with a smile on his face unabated: "We have a low life, and it's okay to run to death. But I remember that the last time Qilu was penalized for running was in the third grade of elementary school. At that time. At that time he was ignorant and mixed chalk dust into a teacher’s cup, so the teacher punished him to run around the playground. Then guess what?"

Dou Da's cold sweat slipped from the dean's forehead, and several faculty and staff standing behind him swallowed fiercely.

There is even a timid teacher who said with a trembling voice: "It wasn't me who punished you to run..."

Don't talk about Han Qilu, even if Ling Hanyu loses half of his hair, the Ling family's special police will never let them go.

The dean of instruction gave the timid teacher a fierce look, then took a deep breath, and summoned the courage to say: "Did I make you a penalty run that you did something wrong? Why don't you go?!"

The words "Hurry up," said these four words sonorously, and this time the dean was completely willing to give up. Han Qilu knows that all those who are so afraid of death dare to do so, which shows that the pressure exerted by "above" is not small.

Anyi Mountain...

Han Qilu's mouth evoked a cold arc, and then took the lead in the front, and several others had to follow.

Even Han Qilu went out, and An Chuxia had to bite the bullet to follow. This is not the first time she has experienced such a penalty run, so she should exercise!

The arm was suddenly imprisoned.

An Chuxia stopped abruptly and turned to look at the hand holding her arm—that was the hand of the dean of teaching.

The dean of instruction looked at An Chuxia with a sad look and said: "Chuxia classmate, do you think...Is the teacher doing too much this time?"

If you are in an ordinary school, absenteeism and openly provoking the teacher, the penalty running is a trivial matter. An Chuxia gave a dry smile: "No, teacher, we did something wrong. Let's go for a run, hope the teacher can forgive us..."

Listening to what An Chuxia said, the teacher's expression barely eased.

"Then can I go, teacher?" An Chuxia asked carefully, looking at the dean's face. She is not Han Qilu, she can't lose the politeness that a student should have.

"Of course. Go, go." The instructor nodded repeatedly, while the other teachers wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

An Chuxia just walked out of the music classroom, and the three Han Qilu had already been running on the playground. It's better to use "walking" to describe it as running. Seeing An Chuxia appear on the playground, three people ran over.

Ling Hanyu was the first to ask: "Why are you here? That old man dare you to run?"

"Even you all have to run away, of course I have to come over." An Chuxia said without turning a face, complaining: "I blame you, what do you say to the teacher!"

"You don't understand." Han Qilu wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows, and said with cold eyes: "Even if we don't talk back, they will get the handle sooner or later."