Chapter 8 Section 1

2006 appeared again. A quiz paper full of severed arms and legs was pressed on her desk with a circle of toilet paper. Slimy, the ball of toilet paper was covered in cum. It is said that human beings are a kind of animal that can easily get used to adversity, but there are still bad things in this world that we can't get used to no matter what.Like now. The smell is very fishy. Fang Lin held her breath, picked up the lump of toilet paper with the ballpoint pen cap, slowly rolled the lump of dirt to the center of the quiz paper, then folded the quiz paper inward cautiously, folded, folded, Until the test paper completely covers the lump of semen.

Taking a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind to stand up from her seat, Fang Lin walked towards the back of the classroom. This section of the road is less than four meters, and it seems to be four kilometers. The tall boy sitting at the back, picking at the big fat mole on his chin, looked at Fang Lin maliciously.His name is Gan Ze, no one has ever taught him how to bully his classmates, he can do well by himself. "..." Fang Lin lowered her head, and threw the lump of despicable prank crystals into the non-recyclable bucket. "Hey hey hey! Murderer!" Gan Ze, who was sitting next to the trash can, grinned sarcastically, "Your face smells so bad, did you have your period? What brand of sanitary napkin do you use?" She made a gesture to lift Fang Lin's skirt.

Fang Lin lowered her head and quickly dodged Gan Ze's hands, then turned around and quickly returned to her seat. As soon as she sat down, the students around her suddenly burst into laughter... Fang Lin knew that she was still being fucked. Her butt was pressed against an unknown mass, and when she touched it, it turned out to be a mass of sticky white thick liquid, and the thin toilet paper that "just" wrapped the liquid.Now, of course, the whole pussy has exploded and stuck to Fang Lin's skirt. A stench of protein rushed into Fang Lin's nasal cavity, which was both familiar and disgusting!

When Fang Lin walked to the back of the classroom to throw out the trash, someone quickly put fresh hot semen on her seat.To be honest, this is not the first time Fang Lin has fallen into this kind of trap, but she hurried back to her seat, forgetting to take another look at her seat once out of ten times. Who made it? Possibly for every boy who is laughing.Or, everyone took turns doing this kind of business. Apart from…… "Here." The boy sitting in front of Fang Lin took out a half-used portable tissue bag from the drawer. He didn't turn his head. I don't know if he didn't want to meet Fang Lin's eyes, but the boy just brushed his right hand over his shoulder and gently placed the tissue paper on her desk.This slight "nosy" behavior is already the limit that this class can tolerate.

She didn't thank you. She would cry as soon as she opened her mouth, so she could only silently accept the kindness of the classmate in the front seat. Pulling out two pieces of toilet paper, Fang Lin reached out to the bottom of her skirt and slowly wiped off the dirt stuck on it.In full view of the public, her skirt was stained with the semen made by a classmate's prank. This is probably the most embarrassing experience of a girl. But Fang Lin didn't cry.At least the tears did not fall. She silently thought in her heart... Two one two, two two four, two three six, two four eight, twenty fifty, two six two, two seven four, two eighty six, two ninety eight, three one three, three two six, three three Nine, three forty-two, three fifty-five, three sixty-eight, three seven twenty-one... Well... three eight twenty-four, three nine twenty-seven.Four one four, four two eight, four thirty two...

As usual, silently reciting the ninety-nine multiplication table slowly soothed Fang Lin's painful heart. The laughter around did not stop. Most people find it funny from the bottom of their hearts, and you can tell from the exaggerated expressions they laugh to tears.Even the other girls who can empathize most are just doing their own thing, chatting and spanking, studying girls' fashion magazines together, comparing each other's newly pierced ears, but no one speaks out to support Fang Lin. No one would stand on the side of the murderer's daughter. ...five five twenty five, five six thirty, five seven thirty five, five eight forty, five nine forty five...

If Fang Lin had worked a little harder in junior high school, Fang Lin would not have been admitted to this bad school. The quality of the students in this school is known as bastards. They are the first in fights and the lowest in admission rate. Students from other schools on the road will subconsciously avoid the students here when they see them from a distance, so as not to get into trouble. There are two sides to one body, and there are two views on everything. For the underworld, this is a first-rate star school. Many emerging halls are here to recruit troops, cultivate downlines who sell K-fans, solicit student endorsements from gambling websites, buy underage fools to replace suspects, recruit compensated dating girls who want to upgrade to become broadcast girls, etc., clearly Come secretly, there are many businesses and factions in the campus.

How could the school not know about it? It's just that many teachers who don't want to cause trouble turn a blind eye. This kind of environment is really bad for Fang Lin. "Li Fanglin! Why did you erase it so quickly! We finally typed it out!" "Hahahahaha, do you want to guess who hit it? Hahahaha" Seven three twenty one, seven four twenty eight, seven five thirty five, seven six forty two, seven seven forty nine, seven eight fifty six, seven nine sixty three.Eight one eight, eight twenty six, eight three twenty four... Fang Lin, who was in a predicament, silently recited the ninety-nine multiplication table, while drying the bottom of her skirt without saying a word, with red eyes, and finally wrapped up the dirty toilet paper with the remaining two pieces of toilet paper, and temporarily put it in her in the drawer.It can only be like this.

"Why are you laughing? Did you realize it early in the morning?" A male teacher with gold-rimmed eyes walked into the classroom, laughing and cursing at the whole room. The man who scolded at the beginning was the tutor of this lousy class. He has been leading this class for a year and a half. On the surface, he looks like a very gentle person, but when he scolds, he is the most famous hot-tempered person in the whole school. I have said that this school is famous for its low quality in the underworld, and has cultivated many masters of the underworld in the future, but even the naughtiest students do not have the guts to meet this murderous class teacher.

All the students were silent quickly, but they couldn't help but focus on Fang Lin who was blushing. Fang Lin lowered her head and looked at the English reference books on the table.She knew exactly what was going to happen next. "Li Fanglin! What are you doing to you!" The gentle-looking class teacher yelled at Fang Lin, the sufferer: "You alone have destroyed the order of the morning self-study! Stand up!" Fang Lin stood up slowly. At this stop, the students behind burst into laughter again. "Li Fanglin!" The class teacher slammed the classroom diary on the desk: "You are making trouble again!"

"..." Fang Lin lowered her head. No excuses.Because excuses are useless. If I try my best to be useful...a little bit of usefulness, I can get rid of the current situation last semester. "Why don't you look up at me! Is there a tutor!" The class teacher rushed over angrily. "..." Fang Lin didn't apologize, but still raised her face stiffly. The class teacher glared at her from a close distance, and sprayed her face with the stinking breath of just getting up: "Li Fanglin, don't think that the daughter of a murderer is arrogant. School is not a place for you to be fierce and fierce. If you want to be a hooligan Just go back to your house, and I will look like a student in my territory! No tutor!" The boy sitting in front of Fang Lin's expressionless Wen Shu was very disdainful in his heart... How can there be arrogance? When did you become aggressive? It's not logical at all, and it shouldn't be a teacher's words to teach students at all. To put it bluntly, it's just talking nonsense and swearing. The whole class can see it... But the face of the boy in the front seat didn't dare to show even the slightest disapproval. . In this class, "turning a blind eye to justice" is the most basic way to survive.