[hide for=”logged”]

Part 54 of the main report

He was late. He liked the silence, reading or liking of the book, I do not like it. Immediately after I became president of the class, I felt able to deal with things, so I caught my weaknesses, so I noticed that he said that word. So he broke down things so I would become a class president to help him do something. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

As a person, he had a terrible memory. After using something, he liked to accidentally throw it away. Finally, his wife sent him a parcel when he helped add a class survey (his house was far away, so he lived at a university). He put the package on the table and fly everything to find the scissors. He was found and turned right away. “Where are the scissors? Where are the scissors?

I grab a table with a pen. “Did not you put it in the end?”

“But I did it.

His black hair was disturbed and confused. His thin fingers forced him to force him. He was looking for a lazy board, all the useful files were scattered on the floor, and each box was filled with books and documents. The table I saw was quite different.

When it was found that the third grade was bad, I took a hand-held pen and spoke to the side of the chair and said, “You sit down and I will find it!”

“Do you talk a lot about you? When you use something in the original place, you will find it too difficult next time. You will become a presidential class. Would you choose me to be able to handle things and clean up? Please tell me .. Wow … Scissors … Are not you here? ”

I pull the skin to my head and keep it there. I almost sat down when I heard their fatigue: “Where is the package?”

During my first college year, the days with which I spent with me fought with him.

A qualification at the second-year college, as I said, he replaced him from the teacher to Akatsuki. He still looked like a lazy expression, but it seemed like a man to make it as simple as possible.

If I do not decide to write one day, it may be as thin as a kennel. At that time, he really enjoyed drinking the barley. He often sat in the window, protected the book and drank barley tea. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

I often finished my work and I knew that he was falling asleep in the corner. At that time, I did not know why I was standing beside him, and I saw him at least half …

His eyes were really childish. Thirty years later, they did not cause a fatal change. I think it caused laziness and sadness.

He was very handsome, especially in the sun.

At first glance, that was not what you fully understood, but a spell that resisted the attempt of time to allow people to think for themselves. And with her late, she got a momentum that locked her people and hoped for a long and slow enjoyment of her …

That day, he had a white T-shirt, the collar was a little open, showing delicate and crafty crafts. Under the sun’s skin there was a smooth, white, light light. Only this look I felt in another kind of emotion that occurred to me …

After the explosion of this feeling, I could not order my feelings again.

It was this man who came from the famous family and lived as a normal person. In addition to teaching me how to survive, I also learned to live happily. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.[/hide]

[hide for=’!logged’]

Main Story Part 54

He was slow witted. He enjoyed silence and liked to read books, and he didn’t like to show off. It was only after I became the class president that I realised the reason he said those words was only because he took fancy on my ability to handle matters, and because he also caught my weakness. That’s why he disguised things to make me become the class president in order to help him do stuff.

As a person, he had really terrible memory. After he used something, he liked to randomly throw it aside. Last time, his wife sent him a package (his house was far away in the countryside, so he lived on campus) when I was by his side helping him add up the study scores of the whole class. He put the package on the table and started to flip through everything to try find the scissors. He was searching and mumbling at the same, “Where’s the scissors? Where’s the scissors?”

I used a pen and tapped against the table, “Didn’t I place it in the penholder for you last time?”

“But I used it again after that.”

His head of black hair was messy and curly. His long slender fingers would push his glasses up every now and then. He searched through the messy tabletop, all sorts of information files were scattered on the floor, to one side all kinds of boxes were also filled with books and papers. The tabletop that was originally tolerable to look at had now become entirely different…

When I calculated the study score wrong for the third time, I had no choice but to drop the pen in my hand, stand up and push him down onto the chair by the side, “You sit down, I’ll find it!”

“How many times have I told you? After you use something put it back in its original place. That way the next time you find it, it won’t be so difficult. Didn’t I tidy your desk the day before yesterday? It’s become so messy in such a short amount of time. How did you do it, hmm? Teacher? Back then when you chose me to become the class president, did you pick me for my ability to handle matters or for my ability to clean? … Speak!!! Huh…aren’t the scissors here in the penholder?!!”

I take the scissors out of the penholder and place it in his hold. I was just about to sit down when I heard him mumble: “Where’s the package?”

In my first year of university, the days went by with me quarrelling like that with him.

In my second year of university, the way I addressed him had already changed from teacher to XiaoFu. He still had that lazy look where he seemed like he was the type of person to simplify matters wherever possible.

If I didn’t tidy his desk for one day, it could become as messy as a doghouse. Back then, he really liked to drink barley tea. He often sat by the window, held a book and drank a cup of barley tea as he watched me bustle around.

I would often finish the work and see that he had already fell asleep curled up in the corner. At the time I didn’t know why I just stood by his side and looked at him for at least half a day…

His eyes were really childish, and they didn’t have the vicissitudes a thirty year old man should have. I think it was caused by his lazy temper and lack of sadness.

He was very pretty, especially when he slept beneath the sunshine.

It wasn’t the kind of appearance that one could fully understand with just one glance, but rather it was the charm that was left after withstanding the tests of time that made people ponder over its aftertaste. And with his slow-wittedness, it made people have the impulse to want to lock him up and enjoy him nice and slowly…

That day he wore a white shirt, the collar was slightly open, revealing his collarbones that were delicate and thin. Beneath the sun, the skin was smooth and white with a gentle glow. With just this one glance, I felt a different kind of emotion emerge inside of me…

After this one outbreak of emotions, I couldn’t tidy my feelings again…

I came from a famous family, and it was this person that made me live like a normal person. Not only did he teach me how to survive, he also taught me how to live on in happiness.

[/hide]