After getting the answer he wanted to hear, Lin Er didn't care about his question marks anymore, but just waved at him with a smile, and then ended the conversation unilaterally: "Okay, I'm going to sleep, good night, Mr. Lin."

Lin Yian, who still looked inexplicable, said: "...dorman? "

After seeing off Mr. Lin who could swim, Lin Er closed the bedroom door, put his school uniform on the back of the chair beside him, then walked to the window and picked up the cell phone on the bed.

Light up the mobile phone screen, which happens to be the WeChat interface.

The chat dialog box shows that two minutes ago, Xie Yan sent a question mark.

Lin Er replied to him: [My dad came here just now.]

This sentence was sent over, and Lin Er glanced at the time and said again: [I won’t talk to you anymore. It’s past ten o’clock, it’s time to go to bed.]

Xie Yan didn't say anything else, just posted a good word: [Okay.]

Xie Yan:【Good night, kiiiiiss.】

Liner: "?"

The person who was full of question marks just now was Lin Yian. Now the feng shui has changed, and it is her turn to start full of question marks.

Lin Er hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but ask him: [What is kiiiiiss?]

Xie Yan: [Good night kiss.]

Liner continued to wonder: "????"

She searched for the words in her mind and confirmed that her English level had not yet deteriorated to the point where she couldn't even remember kiss: [If you kiss good night, shouldn't it be kiss?]

Xie Yan said calmly: [Well, kiss is an ordinary good night kiss, I am a French deep kiss, you can taste it.]

Liner: “…”

God's fucking French kiss, this man's slutty words are really a set of things, and there is no duplicate at all.

In the second half of the night, snow began to float again in the sky, with drizzling drizzles in it. By dawn, the snow that had not melted on the ground was covered with a thick layer again. The cold wind leaped through the collar and penetrated into every pore of the skin, almost cold into the bone marrow.

The air conditioner in the classroom was very warm, and the cold wind outside the window was isolated. The morning self-study class was very quiet. The students read books, wrote questions, and sorted notes.

The rain outside the window became heavier, and the thunder in the air fell one after another. Shi Sang leaned his head and looked out the window, muttering: "Will the wires be short-circuited with such heavy rain?"

Paying attention to his actions, Shen Wang stood up, pressed his head with one hand, and forced his head back: "I don't know if the wires will be short-circuited, but what I know is that if you stick your head out of the window like this, your head must be short-circuited."

As he said this, Shen Wang reached out to close the window, then threw a piece of paper at Shisang, and then accompanied by a look of looking at the idiot.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops blown by the wind poured into the classroom along the window. Everyone closed the window tightly. Shisang, the 255 who had a short-circuited head, tried his best to look out, and it was soaked into a miserable chicken.

Who can still get rained in the classroom?

Some time ago, Shen Wang heard Xie Yan say jokingly that the requirement of marrying a wife should not be too high. As long as it is a living person, it is enough to know the kind of person who runs home when it rains. However, Shen Wang still feels that only this requirement can anyone not meet it?
Chapter completed!