Ye Qingluo continued to endure.
He squatted down and picked up the survey form on the ground.
At the same time, Di Moxuan also squatted down.
The two picked up the survey form on the ground in silence.
There was an eerie silence in the entire school.
The students didn't know if they didn't move because Long Yunzhan and the others didn't move, or they were stunned by Ye Qingluo's relationship with Master Mo Zun.
No one stepped forward to help, they all stood where they were, staring at them blankly.
Ye Qingluo scolded Emperor Moxuan for being childish in his heart, but there was a sweet feeling lingering in his heart.
While picking up the questionnaire, a big palm suddenly covered the back of her hand.
Her big and thick palm, with thin calluses on her fingertips, stirred her palm vaguely.
Ye Qingluo's small hands trembled, yearning to retract, but they were clasped tightly by the man's five fingers.
"Let go!" Ye Qingluo yelled in a low voice, stretched out her other hand to break Di Moxuan's hand.
He didn't let go, but curled his thin lips, and stared at Ye Qingluo with peach-blossom eyes.
Immediately, he leaned over and put the survey form he had picked up in Ye Qingluo's arms.
His fingers brushed against her body vaguely.
When she leaned over, the thrilling sandalwood from Di Moxuan's body and the strong masculine breath sprayed on her body.
Ye Qingluo said goodbye, her cheeks were slightly warm.
Di Moxuan smiled even more intensely, and slowly moved away.
Before moving away, with only two voices, they said with a low smile: "Xiao Luoer, is this kind of underground love exciting?"
Ye Qingluo's cheeks were flushed with a swipe.
What underground love
What stimulation is not stimulation!
This man... is really naive!
Ye Qingluo clutched the questionnaire tightly, stood up abruptly, glared at Di Moxuan complainingly, and immediately walked towards the students with the questionnaire in his arms.
She was aggressive, holding a survey form, and slapped the table heavily.
The students were stunned by her aura, so they didn't dare to ask half a sentence.
After handing out the questionnaire, Ye Qingluo left the school without even looking at Di Moxuan, and went straight to the class committee room.
After Ye Qingluo left, the students in the school looked at each other in dismay.
I really don't understand, what is the relationship between their boss and Master Mo Zun
Di Moxuan's red and thin lips lifted until Ye Qingluo's figure disappeared from his eyes. He turned his head and faced the students below.
At this moment, his expression became extremely serious.
"Whether it's the class of gods or the class of demons, for me, students in any class are equal."
"I know that you are going to participate in the class confrontation in eight months, and that is your only chance to wash off your waste label."
"During that competition, the college's main college will also send a few chief deans to Shangxuan College to observe and emulate. It is also an opportunity for you to show your strengths."
After a pause, Di Moxuan's quiet black eyes swept over all the students in front of him one by one.
The tone became serious again.
"So, I will teach your class, and I will do my best to help you in the class confrontation competition eight months later. I hope all the students can cooperate."
The eyes of the students turned to Long Yunzhan.
They kept a wait-and-see attitude towards this... Master who seemed to be familiar with Mr. Qing Luo.
Long Yunzhan nodded expressionlessly, his expression was always indifferent and cold.
Can…
If you look closely, you can still find it.
Long Yunzhan looked at Di Moxuan's eyes with a hint of... dislike.