Article 922

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Xiao Zhulong was stunned: "Can Mo Ran still attack the teaching director?"

"She is 36 years old! He is only 13 years old! This is not a relationship between brother and sister, this is a relationship between aunt and nephew!"

While they were shouting, a big red cross suddenly appeared on the guide, followed by a line of crooked and shy small words:

"ORZ, I'm sorry, I made a miscalculation, this cannot be conquered."

Xiaozhulong: "..."

Xue Meng: "So this guide is really not artificial intelligence, but artificial intelligence, right?"

The guide shyly and hurriedly erased the words about Rong Yan. Because it was so hasty, it even accidentally erased half of Yao Lan's photo.

"There's only one left." Xue Meng turned down a page, "This is Luo Xianxian."

According to the guide, Luo Xianxian is the class beauty of Mo Ran's class and is favored by all the boys. Moreover, she has a gentle personality and noble character. She is never arrogant about her beauty and is very kind-hearted.

"Okay, okay, that's it." Xue Meng said, "If I continue to praise you, I will be moved. I am a perfect wife."

"That's for you." Xiao Zhulong is well-informed, "Some men have unique tastes and like perverted and hot ladies. Even 10cm high heels or less than 1cm are not enough, flaming red lips, small whips, and tight-fitting sunglasses and military hats. Yi, when you get angry, you won’t even slap half of your face, but you will slap evenly from left to right.”

Xue Meng commented: "I'm afraid you are talking about the senior VIP members of the s(cough)m club."

They don't know if Mo Ran is this kind of VIP member.

But they happily reached a consensus on the idea that Luo Xianxian had a better chance of winning than Yao Lan.

The strategy begins.

"Try every possible way to delay Mo Ran in the equipment room until the start of evening self-study at six o'clock." Xue Meng read, "And make sure that Mo Ran's image at that time is very miserable."

"anything else?"

Xue Meng read the guide carefully three or four times: "No more."

"That's it?" Xiaolong asked in surprise.

"That's it." Xue Meng closed the book.

Long stuck his head out and looked at the clock on the wall: "It's almost five o'clock now. I'll just delay him for another hour so we can talk easily."

The two of them rolled up their sleeves and just did it. Don't make it too simple to delay time. They stared at Mo Ran's movements, and when Mo Ran finally beat the racket and put it on the shelf, they cast a spell. The shelf began to shake, and then fell down unreasonably with an anti-human movement.

There were noisy bullets, and the ping-pong volleyball hit the floor.

Mo Ran: "…………"

Looking at the little guy's dark eyes that widened involuntarily, it was the look in a dog's eyes when it was injured. Xue Meng and Xiao Zhulong couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt in their hearts.

But they still firmly believe that what they did was not wrong.

Mo Ran began to hurriedly rearrange the sports equipment that had fallen on the floor - his hands and feet were very nimble, and it didn't take long to almost put all those things back in place, even though he was tired and sweaty, and his wet lips were slightly opened and closed. , and still a little breathless.

But I have to admit that he is really talented in organizing.

Xue Meng was dumbfounded as he watched him put the last fallen table tennis ball back into the barrel at such a fast speed and stuff it into the corner. The entire cleaning process only took fifteen minutes.

"..." Xue Meng swallowed and bumped Xiaolong with his arm, "Come again."

So Mo Ran watched helplessly as the equipment rack was struck by evil spirits and fell down for the second time inexplicably.

"…………"

Then the third time, the fourth time...

They watched the tired and weak figure of Mo Ran chasing the ball all over the field, covered in sweat, with confused eyes, but they still carefully took care of the ball again and again, repeatedly checked whether the four legs of the rack were secure, and carefully moved the equipment Put it back in its proper place.

But the ball frame still always collapses at the last moment.

In the end, Mo Ran stood blankly in front of the shelf, his eyes a little wet and aggrieved - he probably regarded this as a senior joke set by one of his classmates to tease him.

He was holding a basketball, and his thin and lonely figure looked embarrassed and helpless.

Xue Meng's conscience has been tortured to the extreme, and he can't stand it anymore: "We are like bad people."

Little Zhulong covered his mung bean eyes with his fat dragon claws and shouted: "No. You are the only one who is the bad guy, I am just a bad dragon."

Five minutes to six.

Mo Ran was panting again and arranged the equipment rack that was four times taller than him, and came down from the ladder.

This time, he stood hesitantly in front of the shelf and waited for more than ten seconds.

No movement.

Not poured.

After more than ten seconds, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned around with a heavy step to walk out of the equipment room.

However, where he couldn't see, Xue Meng and Xiaolong had already quarreled.

"You come!"

"No! I was the one who came just now!"

"I push the shelves a lot more than you do!"

"I don't want it! I can't bear it in my conscience! I feel like I'm bullying my little classmate!"

"Then can I get by?!"

Three minutes to six. Seeing that Mo Ran was about to go out, the mission would soon be in vain, but Xue Meng went out bravely. With the courage to seal his seal with his eyes closed for a long time, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to hit the equipment shelf fiercely.

Rumble——

Shelves full of stuff, even the shelves themselves, crashed to the ground, a cloud of dust rising in the light. It was poured down more thoroughly than ever before.

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