"I go… "
When Er Shao read here, even the stupid person knew,'What is the disease of peritoneitis, and was about to express a few emotions, but a voice came from behind him.
"Second Young Master, Fatty, what are you doing? So happy?"
"Mu Xiaofeng? Huh, you are here just right, come and see, come here..."
As soon as Fatty was about to get close to the Second Young Master to retrieve the case, he saw the big broom in his hand dangling and hurriedly laughed, "Stop making trouble, Mu Xiaofeng is from the seventh class, let him see, they Ban Ji After Lin Xiaoxiao, another talent came, haha."
"What kind of talent? What do you say? I warn you that you are not allowed to speak ill of Lin Xiaoxiao behind your back. That is Li's big-headed wife and my brother-in-law."
Mu Xiaofeng, it was the one who went to the roadside stall to eat the King’s meal with Li Zeyu before, and was caught by the boss and threw it at the school gate to bind SM. It was also because of the shared difficulties that they both became good friend.
"Well, don't mention Lin Xiaoxiao, look at this case, Qian Xiaohao's."
The second young master handed the case in his hand, and Mu Xiaofeng looked through it curiously, "Foreskin inflammation? Unclean self-defense? I wiped it, this kid is like a gentleman every day, relying on learning to please the teacher, so he called us five and six. Yeah, I didn’t expect to have such hobbies? Ha, braid, I caught it? I took this away."
"Hey, Xiaofeng, you let us go back to class and play for a while..."
"Tsk, I'm not sensible, take it to your class, is it fun in my class?"
Mu Xiaofeng smiled triumphantly, "You know it, and when you go back, you must do it for the study committee member of my class, Comrade Qian Xiaohao, to promote the publicity, otherwise I will be sorry for his all-day dazzling! Go for big meals and snacks and pack drinks."
"Okay, Xiaofeng, with your last words, this matter is covered by our brothers."
Fatty patted his chest to make sure, but the Second Young Master grinned and murmured, "I'm all fat and pig, and still want to eat?"
"Damn, I don't get dermatitis even after I'm fat, haha!"
"Haha!!!"
"Qian Xiaohao, Qian Xiaohao..."
Before Mu Xiaofeng's figure reached the door of the class, his deep voice had already resounded throughout the corridor and the third and seventh class of senior high school. After entering the class, he looked for Qian Xiaohao everywhere, but there was no gain.
"Qian Xiaohao went to the teacher's office to get the test papers, and he was not in the class. What are you doing with him?"
A boy sitting in the second row glanced up and disdainfully, being able to sit in the second row of the class naturally shows that his academic performance is good, and the contempt for Mu Xiaofeng in his eyes also shows that he is the same as Qian Xiaohao. Look down on poor students.
"Why, dog leg, your master is not there, so you dare not yell at me? Didn't it happen yesterday that we were waiting for students to drag the class?"
Mu Xiaofeng said a doggie, and the back of the class burst into laughter.
"Mu Xiaofeng, first of all, I am not a dog, and Qian Xiaohao is not my master. Secondly, you are a poor student, let alone compare with Qian Xiaohao. Compared with me, you are also a thousand miles away."
"Yes, of course I dare not compare with you, and I dare not compare with Qian Xiaohao. Who is he, he doesn't care about himself, for the sake of pleasure, he defends himself without washing his hands, and gets circumcision. Come on? Tsk tsk, it's so pitiful, now maybe I hide in the toilet to soothe the wound by myself, haha!"
"Foreskin inflammation..."
The class suddenly fell into silence. Whether it was the top students in the front row or the poor students in the back row, they looked at each other. Some eyes flashed with confusion, while others blushed and bowed their heads. However, more But his mouth was bulging and suffocating, and finally couldn't help but laughed happily.
"Quiet, quiet, what are you all doing? There is a test today, and none of you read the book well. What are you doing?"
Just when the students' emotions reached their peak, Qian Xiaohao appeared on the podium in a timely manner, with thick test papers in his hands slapped against the desk to vent his dissatisfaction.
"Oh, this is a bad mood, tantrum?"
Mu Xiaofeng sneered contemptuously and dangled the case in his hand. "I said why the study committee member studies well. It turns out that I often relax my emotions and tut, but you should pay attention to personal hygiene. Don't hurt your body."
"Mu Xiaofeng, don't worry about anything, go back to your seat and wait for the teacher to issue papers for the exam."
Qian Xiaohao was actually very disdainful of talking to Mu Xiaofeng's poor students, but as a class leader, he had to take care of him. He had to put down the thick test papers in his hand and stepped forward to push Mu Xiaofeng back to his seat.
"Hey, don't yell at me, eh, why are you still arguing with me, let me tell you, don't touch me, I'm afraid you will infect me with prepuce again."
"You are stupid, foreskin inflammation is not contagious... Huh?"
Mu Xiaofeng spoke a few words quickly, Qian Xiaohao didn't care too much, he just responded casually, but halfway through the words, he realized that there was something wrong, and was stunned, "Mu Xiaofeng, what do you mean? Who do you mean by circumcision? You are. Hypodermatitis, your whole family has it."
"What? Are you shy? Feel ashamed? I knew it today. Why did you wash your hands when you were comfortable in the bed? Hey, hey, now I have circumcision, is it uncomfortable? Hey."
Mu Xiaofeng shook his head slightly sympathetically, but the next second was joyful, and many people watching the excitement in the back row laughed.
"Mu Xiaofeng, you, you have made it clear to me, who has dermatitis? If you don't have evidence to speak indiscriminately, I can sue you for defamation, but it will be sentenced."
Qian Xiaohao kept looking at his classmates who laughed at him, his face flushed and white, and finally turned into iron blue, his eyes jetted with anger.
"Hey, don't scare me, I ask you, your name is Qian Xiaohao, right?"
Mu Xiaofeng's eyes switched back and forth between the case in his hand and Qian Xiaohao.
"Yup."
"18 years old?"
"Yeah."
"That's right. The case is clearly written, Qian Xiaohao, 18 years old, with dermatitis. The cause is... unclean self-defense, causing viral inflammation."
With that said, I walked slowly in the classroom from front to back, and from back to front, showing the cases in my hands in front of curious students.
"Wow, really, it's clear on the case, and the official seal of the county hospital."
"I didn't expect that the person who looks like a dog on weekdays turned out to be a wretched man."
"Hey, I think he is not a good person for a long time, and he still ridicules that we don't study well every day. Even if we don't study well, it's shameful that we won't do such self-harming things at least.