I almost finished copying and looked up and saw the drone.
I elbowed Wang Xiaomei, and Wang Xiaomei looked out the window.
Everything was perfect. Wang Xiaomei turned her head back and looked at me and said, “Principal’s aircraft?”
Wang Xiaomei’s voice was a little loud, and the teacher shouted, “Don’t chat in class, are you still arrogant flying chess? How old are you still thinking about playing chess?”
Everyone was laughing quietly, and the drone disappeared outside the window.
I gave the written paper to Wang Xiaomei and made sure that there was no drone outside the window to see it.
Wang Xiaomei didn’t say anything anymore, and clicked her head and started to rewrite.
My light looked at the words written by Wang Xiaomei on a blank paper. Every time I wrote a sentence, it means that I was one step closer to success.
The whole content is the principal’s perverted behavior and dirty thoughts, and I specially strengthened my tone and content. No one would believe this letter, but it would be completely different if you save a life.
As long as Wang Xiaomei dies, everything will be pushed to the perverted principal.
After the principal has no choice but to defend himself, everything will return to peace.
The corners of my mouth gradually moved upward, which was uncontrollable happiness.
Wang Xiaomei handed back the white paper, with two pieces of paper attached to it.
One was written by me, and the other one reads: How about it? No need to modify it, right?
I gave Wang Xiaomei a thumbs up, and compared what Wang Xiaomei wrote and stuffed it into my schoolbag in the drawer.
He stuffed all the extra notes I wrote and into my pocket, turned around and looked at Wusu.
Looking at Wusu’s eyes, I saw Wusu’s smile.
Yu Guang saw the classmates who were taking photos in the back row constantly whispering, thinking that even if it was heard that Wang Xiaomei and I were doing anything in the warehouse, he would do.
Anyway, the more you wipe it, as long as Wang Xiaomei dies.
If the letter is made public, everything can be left to the principal.
. . .
As soon as the bell for the end of get out of class rang, the back row was restless.
As soon as the teacher left, several people with big mouths in the back row began to shout, “Class representative, is it comfortable for women?”