The fat man advised Quinn An: "That's enough! It's just a small forum, a few girls gathered together to have fun, and the moderator is only a sophomore. Don't bother with the little girl about the portrait rights, don't scare her."
Xiao Cao advised Quinn An: "It's okay! All handsome guys have to go through this hurdle, which shows that your handsomeness has left the niche and entered the masses."
Blake Ye is an academic. He said: "My dear nephew, the sea embraces all rivers, and tolerance is greatness."
Finally, Logan Tao advised Quinn An: "Forget it, as a man..."
Quinn An pouted, rushed forward, pinched Logan Tao's face, shook him and cried: "It's fine if they just make light of it after watching the fun, but what's your position as a victim?! Didn't I just have a meal with my schoolmate today? Why are there so many beautiful girls around me pointing fingers at me and calling me a 'heartless man'?! Why are those silly girls so angry and inexplicably saying 'it's so nüè that the little attacker has changed his mind'?!"
Every teacher has a shortcoming: protecting his or her shortcomings.
After Logan Tao found out that it was his student who did the deed, he immediately covered half of his mouth and pretended he knew nothing.
He waved his hands and feet to try to break free, but Quinn An kept squeezing him tighter and tighter. The two of them glared at each other for a few seconds, then started fighting.
The fat man shouted in the dust and smoke: "Quinn An, stop pinching. Don't break Logan Tao's skin! We are brothers, and you really have the guts to do that to us!"
Quinn An howled: "Max, you're still helping him!? That little B@st@ard is naturally strong, he's about to kick me to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Logan Tao suddenly gave a strong push. Quinn An retreated to the edge of the bed, covering his chest with one hand and pointing forward with the other hand tremblingly: "Ru... Tathagata Palm!!" Then he let out an "Ah~" and fell down motionless.
Logan Tao panted and reached out to massage his burning face.
"A Max," Quinn An suddenly came back to life, rubbing his fingers and laughing, "You can pinch it too, our child is soft and feels good."
"Oh?!" The fat man was very excited and moved instantly: "Logan Tao, your father has pinched it, let me pinch it too!"
Logan Tao looked at him expressionlessly, and the fat man covered his face and floated away like a light breeze. He floated away and then floated back, sticking to the back of the door and chattering about how he was extremely talented, bright, beautiful, beautiful, and naturally gifted, and how he had a simple and elegant personality, and how he had unfortunately lost his virginity to Logan Tao, and now no one was willing to accept his flowers and red sleeves, and how he had been misled by his past relationship, so Logan Tao had to beat this beautiful woman.
After the fight, Blake Ye appeared.
Quinn An asked: "Teacher Ye, are you here to pick up the children?"
Blake Ye squatted down, took out a pen and poked the fat man lying on the ground, commenting that he was "not dead yet", then smiled and waved to Logan Tao: "Have you had enough fun? Come and help."
Logan Tao asked: "What help?"
Blake Ye put his arm around his waist inconspicuously and took him downstairs: "I just finished writing something. I had copied all the citations on a piece of paper, but I was absent-minded this morning and threw it away."
"threw?"
"Yes, I only remembered it a quarter of an hour ago. I am so sorry."
"Then what?"
"Then?" Blake Ye said, "Then I'll ask you for help."
"You want me to find them all for you one by one?" Logan Tao glared: "I won't do that!"
"No," Blake Ye looked up at the sky and said, "To be honest, because I was just writing an essay for the purpose, I didn't pay much attention to it, so I can't remember which school, library, bookstore or website I found these things from. I just flipped through them here and there and used them when I thought they were okay..."
Logan Tao said: "You are so forgetful and yet you dare to be so perfunctory."
"That's right, I was wrong," Blake Ye deliberately hugged him tighter and took advantage of him: "But I want to give the manuscript to the editor tomorrow, the situation is quite urgent, so I came to ask Logan Tao for help."
"Didn't you say you forgot?"
"Yes," Blake Ye smiled, "but luckily I remembered where I threw it."
Logan Tao looked like he had seen a ghost: "You want me to empty the trash can?!"
Blake Ye comforted him: "Not only you, but also me."
Logan Tao yelled that he didn't want to go, but Blake Ye dragged him to the corner of the office building. There were three trash cans lined up in a row. Logan Tao asked, "Which one?"
Blake Ye shook his head as a matter of course and said, "How could I remember?" Then he rolled up his sleeves and started working under the dim light.
Logan Tao cursed inwardly and went forward to help.
It was already quite late, and apart from them, the entire building was empty.
The only good thing about the trash cans in the teaching area is that they only have some melon peels and fruit shells and wrapping paper, so it's not too dirty to really empty them. Blake Ye also took out some fun things and found surprising things from time to time.
"Great," he said, grinning as he handed a crumpled piece of paper to Logan Tao: "English composition, this anonymous warrior only got three points."
Logan Tao glanced at it and was quite surprised: "Isn't this the one we just took the exam for?!"
He took it, looked closely under the light, and concluded: "It belongs to Quinn An."
Blake Ye asked: "How do you know?"
Logan Tao said: "This kind of absurd essay score, this kind of confusing and incoherent writing style, this kind of fancy and twisted writing style, this kind of strange and indescribable spelling errors, and the completely incomprehensible punctuation and paragraphing, can only be done by Quinn An."
Logan Taoren smiled and said seriously: "This person didn't forget to write his name, but he simply didn't dare to write it. He was afraid that he would be struck by lightning if he wrote it."
Blake Ye folded Quinn An's composition and put it into Logan Tao's pocket: "Let's appreciate this wonderful article together. I am giving it to you as a gift."
Logan Tao smiled and stepped back: "I don't want it! I don't want it! There is Quinn An's curse on it. If you touch it, you will get zero points in the exam."
Who knew that retreating would ruin everything.
This university is so old that the school buildings themselves are cultural relics that need to be protected, and there are a lot of wooden structures. What is this kind of house afraid of the most? Fire. Just imagine what it would be like if a fire burned down the entire camp, and you will understand that the school management's eyes were bloodshot when they saw something like "hot fast".
Logan Tao stepped back and hit the fire alarm button with his head. It should be pointed out that in order to facilitate the public and to know the fire situation at the first time, the radical school knocked off the thin glass on the button.
So the alarm bells went off.
Logan Tao froze on the button, staring at Blake Ye with wide eyes, his mind temporarily blank.
Blake Ye was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly picked up the trash can in front of him, shouted "retreat" and ran upstairs. Logan Tao came to his senses, picked up a trash can and followed him without knowing why.
When he reached the second floor, Blake Ye suddenly put down the bucket and ran back.
Logan Tao called softly: "Are you doing it?"
He didn't answer either. He took out a lighter and lit Quinn An's test paper, threw it into the remaining trash can, then quickly walked up, crossed the corridor, opened his office, stuffed the bucket and Logan Tao in, then entered the room himself, locked it, and leaned against the door and smiled.
From afar, I could hear the sound of messy footsteps and shouting approaching.
Logan Tao panted: "Arson..."
Blake Ye acted very honestly and said, "The school workers work hard, how can we bear to let them make a wasted trip?"
Logan Tao scolded: "That's enough! Don't I know your evil intentions?!"
As soon as he stood up, Blake Ye quickly pushed him down: "Shh, don't get up. The window is low and you can see it from far downstairs. Don't turn on the light and don't make any noise."
The shouting on the ground floor was getting louder and louder. The security guard at the door was cursing in a strong voice: "Who burned this garbage? If I catch you, I'll beat you to death!"
Blake Ye covered his mouth and chuckled, peeking out of the window, and Logan Tao also leaned over. They saw that the fire bucket had been kicked out of the building by everyone, and the shining sparks and paper ashes were flying all over the sky and the ground.
Someone shouted, "Go get a basin of water! Go get a basin of water!"
It was a noisy scene.
Logan Tao also wanted to laugh, but when he turned his head away, he couldn't laugh. There was something on his lips, uh... it was also lips.
It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Logan Tao from the sky and stunned him, and then Blake Ye was happy to see it happen.
A gentle K!ss is said to be like a lingering dream. Doctor of Literature Ma Zhanhui (yes, this is the completely forgotten real name of Fat Brother) wrote with such emotion: Peach blossoms fall, the pool pavilion is idle, the pear blossoms are in the shadow, the moon is setting in the west, the apricots are bright, the rain is in the empty courtyard, the roses are soft and the wind is gentle, a curtain of fragrance...
"I have a magic spell that cannot be used to summon souls," Blake Ye said, "Soul, come back."
Logan Tao finally woke up and was already lying on the floor, with Blake Ye sitting beside him and laughing.
Logan Tao blinked, then blinked again, and said, "It's so dirty. You K!ss me right after taking out the garbage."
"It's unfair," Blake Ye said, "I picked up the garbage with my hands. I never used my mouth. I used it to K!ss you."
Logan Tao held out his hand: "Ten dollars for a K!ss."
Blake Ye pulled out a stack of banknotes from his wallet: "You didn't pay me last time I K!ssed you in the middle of the night, so I'm buying out your K!ssing rights until the day I die."
Logan Tao said: "The price will go up starting tomorrow."
Blake Ye said: "Currently it's 100 yuan to K!ss me once, but you still owe me 90 yuan."
"Then I'll increase it by 200 today."
Blake Ye burst out laughing and nudged him with his elbow: "Hey, you're blushing like that and you still don't behave yourself. Why are you talking so much?"
"I'm angry," said Logan Tao, a steaming ripe tomato. "Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me?"
"Who said that?" Blake Ye pointed at himself: "Me? How could a person as insightful as me say such pseudo-scientific things? As long as it's one-on-one, whether it's love without S3x or S3x without love, it's imperfect and not recommended."
"I'll chop you to death..." Logan Tao bit his still hot lower lip and turned his head away.
"Xiao Logan Tao," Blake Ye poked him.
Logan Tao blushed and said nothing.
Blake Ye used both elbows to hold his head straight again: "Logan Tao, you are the first person since the Neo-Confucianism of the Song and Ming Dynasties to develop the idea of 'preserving the principles of heaven and eliminating human desires' to the extreme. I admire you very much."
Logan Tao stretched out his dirty claws and touched his face without hesitation.
Blake Ye burst out laughing: "Who is dirty? Who is dirtier?"
Logan Tao said "You!" viciously and squatted beside the trash can and continued searching in the moonlight.
The noise downstairs gradually faded away. When Blake Ye turned on the light, he accidentally knocked over the wastebasket next to the desk, and paper balls rolled all over the floor. He just picked one up at random and took a look at it, and his face changed.
He tiptoed to another trash can, pretended to fiddle with it for a long time, and then held up the ball of paper with a look of surprise: "Son! Hard work pays off! We finally found it!!"
Logan Tao said coldly: "Dad, I saw the whole process."
He suddenly opened the door and walked out without looking back. His footsteps sounded like thunder.
Blake Ye wanted to laugh but didn't dare to: "...I'm really angry...At least help me pack up before leaving...It's really awkward."
He slowly put the garbage back into the bucket and said lazily, "It doesn't matter if it's uncomfortable. Don't worry, don't worry. Our ancestors said: Catch the pigtails when they are long, and kill them when they are fat..."
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