Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

In an instant, the dead leaves fall, the autumn is strong, and the seasons change quietly.

Su Kui sat in the classroom, watching the classmates at the front and back tables with her cold eyes, and the aloof and indifferent atmosphere made the air around her automatically draw a circle of isolation zone, clearly letting people know what it means to be strangers.

The two slapstick boys became more and more inconsistent, pushing each other against Su Kui's desk, and the books were scattered all over the place.

The two boys talked up and stopped. They coughed and one of them said: "Sorry, Classmate Mu." Then they were ready to turn around and leave without any intention of picking up the textbook.

Su Kui's eyes flashed a faint shadow, and he glanced at the boy lightly, hooking his lips one by one, and slowly but not allowing his beak to spit out the words, "Whoever got it, pick it up for me."

Obviously just a sweet and weak little girl, but for no reason gave the boy a kind of superior atmosphere. This feeling is more than that of his father as the chairman, so she was lingering. The glance of the eyes, what kind of guts, what dignity, all are gone.

Unconsciously, he has crouched down to pick up the textbooks scattered on the ground.

The noisy air all around suddenly calmed down, making the boys feel that time was like a slow motion movie. It seemed that all his eyes were focused on him, with sarcasm, making him covered with thorns and full of uneasiness.

Those eyes seemed to say to him silently: Zhou Yu, you are crazy, aren't you usually tolerant? It is not scared by a little girl right now, crouching on the ground to pick up textbooks with no dignity.

Brain supplements are endless, obviously others just looked at him accidentally, but he has already made countless sneering voices, and he has been drilling into his mind.

Usually accustomed to being used, how could Zhou Yu, the arrogant man of heaven, endure it.

Then I got up sharply and kicked out the textbooks that had been piled up again. The papers were splattering all over the classroom, and the girls were like flowers.

An index finger almost poked on Su Kui's nose, Zhou Yu couldn't restrain the anger that was about to rise above his head, and he couldn't restrain himself: "Mu Qingyuan, who do you think you are, you let Lao Tzu pick up, Lao Tzu pick up?" It was about to explode, he actually ... he was shocked by the little girl's silent expression?

What a shame!

"Hehe," Su Kuifu smiled suddenly, her soft and dark hair was cleverly scattered on her shoulders, and the dark black eyes were full of smiles, and the fleshy pink plump lips were picked, just like a girl like a doll. A cold from the heart, "Are you sure not to pick it up?"

Zhou Yu was shocked by his momentum, and the students around him couldn't help but stare at each other, unanimously decided to stay away.

He settled his mind, raised his chin high, and looked arrogantly, "If you don't pick it, don't pick it, do you know who I am and dare to order me? Believe it or not, I will let you get out of class A in minutes!"

If you ignore the beads of sweat coming out of his forehead, perhaps this ruthless words still have a little momentum. Once a person's heart leaks timidity, the speech is not so confident, Zhou Yu is like that.

"Oh? Are you sure?" Su Kui raised her lips and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Hahaha, I'm sure, why? Can you still hit me?" Zhou Yu smiled arrogantly, and the originally disturbed mind returned to him bit by bit. Crushed hard.

seek death!