"That's why," Ling Xiaoxiao snapped her fingers: "You are doing something bad with good intentions. Your biggest problem is that you don't understand crosstalk."

After hearing what she said, Zhou Shao subconsciously wanted to refute it. Ling Xiaoxiao raised his hand: "Don't rush to object. Just review the crosstalk you have heard carefully. Are there any words as gorgeous as you have changed?"

Zhou Shao stopped talking, lowered his head and thought for a long time before shook his head depressedly. Ling Xiaoxiao asked him again: "Do you think vulgar words are more funny, or can such beautiful words make people laugh?"

Zhou Shao was very depressed and very depressed with his revised manuscript. He was a second-hand product in Chinese class. He was selected because Ling Xiaoxiao was the English class representative first. He was the backup tire in his teacher's mind. He was originally very dissatisfied and always felt that he was no worse than her. These days, he had been thinking about using this manuscript to be proud, but it turned out to be even more embarrassing.

"I just said that you don't understand crosstalk. This is what you mean. Vulgar words do not mean that you cannot be thoughtful. Crosstalk is originally about clarifying the truth between laughter and scolding. There are many forms of artistic expression. You will understand it slowly." The class bell rang, and Ling Xiaoxiao turned around and explained: "I will have a richer time after the exam, so I'll do the next modification. I will give it to you after the correction."

Brother Zhen turned around and looked at Zhou Shaoyi and grinned: "I said you should continue to think about how to pursue girls. Just leave this profound knowledge to us Xiaoxiao. The rich second generation should look like a rich second generation."

Zhou Shao was so angry that he was overwhelmed...

Ling Xiaoxiao has been thinking about how to change the lines these days. If she doesn't modify the theme, she has to do the role of the funny guy by herself. Mr. Zhou's body is full of the spirit of being a rich second generation. It will make people feel very outrageous. However, if she is still a funny guy by herself, how should she save the image of that great mother? She doesn't want to be cared for by Ling's mother after she goes home | hunks...

Ling Xiaoxiao changed it for a long time and found that not only did she not save the image of the mother-in-law in the line, but she was walking further and further on the road of smearing... Although it was even more funny after the modification, she still thought about whether to say something at the opening: This story is purely fiction, if it is a pure coincidence, please do not take the role.

Ling Xiaoxiao wrote the new line and handed it over to Zhou Shao. After reading it, Zhou Shao wanted to laugh and hold it in. His expression was extremely distorted, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "When will we talk about the lines?"

"Let's find a physical education class or lunch time. The lines are not changed much, so there is no need to take up too much time."

"Oh, okay." Zhou Shao lay on the table like a wife. His face was covered in injuries. Ling Xiaoxiao ignored his charming behavior at all, took Brother Zhen's hand and started chatting warmly.

Nie Wan and Yao Manni were also selected to perform at the party. The four people in the dormitory will show their faces in the grade at that time, which is definitely a gratifying thing. Nie Wan and Yao Manni discussed what clothes to wear on the 11th. Brother Zhen flipped through his practice clothes and felt that they were old and broken no matter how they looked, so he called Dong's mother and asked her to send the new clothes at home.

Ling Xiaoxiao watched them work happily. She was young, so she wouldn't bother at this time. Will she have to work hard when she is old? At that time, it would be disgusting to dance square dance, and she would be criticized for her old age. It would be better to live a happier life every day now.

Zhou Shao was depressed for two days and was resurrected with blood. He became the young master who made Ling Xiaoxiao want to slap to death. He shook Ling Xiaoxiao's back on the chair and discussed with her: "Xiaoxiao, what should we wear on the 11th day? Otherwise, don't wear a robe. It's not appropriate to see if you wear it."

Ling Xiaoxiao was dizzy when she was shaken and looked at him: "Then what do you want to wear?"

"I celebrated my birthday some time ago, and my dad gave me a white suit, tailor-made. Is it handsome to wear it? Do you think I'm good to wear this?" Zhou Shaotian shamelessly began to act coquettishly at Ling Xiaoxiao.

"You are wearing a suit, what about me? What am I wearing?" Ling Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"You, you can wear a long skirt. Cheongsam is fine, but you seem to be a little shriveled and can't hold it up." Zhou Shao said the voice behind him became lighter and lighter, because Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes were already sharp and she wanted to shave him.

"Say it again, what do you think I'm suitable for wearing?" Ling Xiaoxiao squeezed out these words from her teeth and said them word by word.

Zhou Shao swallowed nervously: "You can wear whatever you say. I absolutely have nothing to say, can you?"

"I'll let you wear cheongsams, you can wear them too?"

"..." Zhou Shao wanted to cry, why did he become humble when he was not careful?

What Ling Xiaoxiao hated the most was that others attacked her figure. She pinched her nose and drank so much fish soup but couldn't make up. Even Brother Zhen's figure was more ingredient than her. She was already very depressed, but being told to her face was not a problem of depression.

Ling Xiaoxiao decided to go back and continue to change the lines. He had to use the spirit of smearing Ling's mother to smear this young man! Zhou Shao was in tears. Looking at Ling Xiaoxiao's sinister eyes, his intuition told him that he would definitely die.

"Xiaoxiao, I was wrong. Forgive me, I was really wrong. I dare not..." Although Zhou Shao always calls himself this young master, it is quite embarrassing to do his job as a young master. He speaks in a crying voice and looks like he is holding his thighs. That temperament is really, using the word "despicable" to praise him.

Ling Xiaoxiao was a little angry at first, but now looking at his appearance, he really wanted to continue to be angry and would not be worth it for him. Young Master Zhou didn’t even want the image, so what else could she care about...

"The robe we wore last time is pretty good. Just find someone to change the one I wear. You should keep your suit for me when you chase the little girl." Ling Xiaoxiao saw that he looked a little headache, and saw that he wanted to argue and said, "We are an event organized by the school. You dress like a peacock who is a courtship. Do you think it is appropriate?"

"Hahaha," Brother Zhen's unrestrained laughter came from his ears. Brother Zhen patted his thighs and laughed: "Xiaoxiao, I have a characteristic of Chinese literature. When summarizing, the words will be very accurate. You just said that Zhou Shao's two words are correct. He is indeed like a peacock who courtesys, hahahaha."

Brother Zhen was so happy that he couldn't even straighten his waist. Zhou Shao's deskmate Guo Guo also lay on the table and laughed silently to the side facing Zhou Shao's back. He just endured it a little hard, and his shoulders were shaking.

Zhou Shao accidentally said the wrong thing just now. Even if Ling Xiaoxiao laughed at him, he would not dare to refute it anymore. He was just very aggrieved. Looking at Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes were like the annoyed young wife, which made Ling Xiaoxiao feel goosebumps all over.
Chapter completed!