Cartoonist Code

Dongfang Ming, the class monitor, asked.

"Yes, there will be a program, but we have plans. Your program will be a haunted house. We will combine three classrooms to make a haunted house program."

Motoji replied that this was because their president and the student council president of Sanada East Girls High School had to compete against each other to see which school was more powerful.

As long as this haunted house can make the student council president of Sanada Higashi Girls High School scream, then they will win.

Yuanzhi was still waiting for Dongfang Ming to ask why, and then he talked happily, but what he didn't expect was Dongfang Ming said "oh" and left without asking anything.

That's it!

Motoji, who was ready to say a lot, was suffocated in his mouth, and it was painful to death.

"Why doesn't this person play cards according to the routine, why did he leave without asking anything!"

"Because it's time for class."

In Tang Ze's words.

After parking the bicycle, Dongfang Ming came to the classroom and took a seat. He had no problem with the sponsorship of the student union. He was thinking about the Sanada East Girls High School.

At that time, a large group of women will come to the school. According to the setting, most of those women should have no face, and some of them have super high combat effectiveness.

On the day of the cultural festival, he had to be careful, so as not to be beaten by violent girls.

In other words, when the cultural festival comes, I should be able to bring Fubuki, first ask her if she is interested, it is also good to ask for leave to play.

The key is that he can also show off in front of everyone.

After revealing his identity, Dongfang Ming really released himself. In the past, he hated showing affection. Most of the time, he wished others a good relationship for a hundred years on the surface, but in his heart he cursed viciously to break up sooner or later. There are not many sincere blessings.

Sure enough, people can change, Dongfang Ming did not expect that he would become the person he hated the most. But it's still cool to think about it, showing love everywhere with FBK.

"Meow~"

The cat meowing in the backpack interrupted Dongfang Ming's fantasy.

A ball of black wool emerged from the bag in the cabinet under the desk.

Emerald eyes looked at Dongfang Ming with a look of contempt.

Chapter 231 The white cat is playing a game

"Oh, so cute... black dumplings?"

Hearing the cute voice of "meow", Mitsuo came.

Mitsuo, a poor kid who has a football dream and becomes a football club because of Soo.

A black ball, the first thing Mitsuhiro thought of was not the cat, but the big family of dumplings.

No way, the game "Clannad" is too popular.

"Meow~"

Dongfang Ming doesn't look like a little fox. He doesn't understand what Miss Briquette is saying, but he thinks that Miss Briquette should despise Guangxiong.

"This is the cat. It's called briquettes. You can call her Miss briquettes. If you make her unhappy, be careful with flowers on her face."

"Is it so scary!"

Is this dark cute black dumpling so fierce? Guangxiong was frightened. He wanted to pet the cat, but now he is a little scared.

"Have you already decided that you'll make her unhappy..." Dongfang Ming complained, Miss Brill is usually very well-behaved, eating, drinking, and having fun before going to bed.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a chubby dumpling. Miss briquettes are solid and only shrink a little after taking a bath.

Dongfang Ming brought Miss briquettes for self-defense. If any bad people appeared, she would throw Miss briquettes out.

"Is it really good to bring cats in school, if only let the teacher know."

Mitsuhiro was a little worried, it would be bad if the cat made a "meow" in class.

"No problem, she can't bark, not only can't bark, she can't even pull shit."

There was a soft touch on the back of her hand, Dongfang Ming looked at the back of her hand, Miss Cocoon put her small paws on her hand, showing her fingernails, eager to try.

How could this cat have the same virtue as Fubuki.

The news of the cultural festival was notified by the head teacher, and it was no surprise that their class and the next two classes held a haunted house.

The more scary the better, even if you can't scare people to death, you have to scare the girls who come.

The person in charge of the cultural festival is Zhongbang, Xiu Ze and Zhongbang's Shimada family climbed the wall and climbed over the window to the classroom. Unfortunately, Zhongbang was caught at the door of the teaching building.

Throw the hard work of the cultural festival to him.

In the evening, when Baishang Chuixue came home, he saw Dongfang Ming pretending to be dead again.

With a knife handle stuck on his back, he quickly poured blood disguised in syrup, and fell to the ground head down, his left hand above his head, and his index finger stretched out. This posture of blowing snow felt like some kind of special ritual.

Every day I go home, I see Mingjiang pretending to be dead.

Baishang Chuixue got used to it, and even started to sing, singing "Good Days" learned from Mingjiang

When Baishang Fuxue put on his clothes and let out his tied hair, he found that Dongfang Ming was still lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.

"If you don't get up again, I'll..." Baishang Chuixue squatted down, leaned down and put his body in Dongfang Ming's ear, his tone changed from the previous gentleness, and he said fiercely, "Taishan's pressure will crush you into a second dimension."

"Are you fat again?"

Dongfang Ming opened his mouth, and when he finished speaking, he didn't realize that the word "dangerous" appeared on his head.

A big fox pressed against him and said, gnashing his teeth face to face, "I'm not fat, I just have a bigger breast!"

No, it doesn't. Dongfang Ming knew that the little fox was deceiving himself.

The little fox was on top of him, how could he not know how big the little fox was when he measured Chuixue's bust every day.

Chuixue's body knew more about Dongfang Ming than she did. Even the shape of the belly button is clearly remembered, and it has been deeply engraved in the DNA.

Although Dongfang Ming always engraves all kinds of strange things in its DNA.

The little fox said that his **** were bigger, then his **** were bigger. Dongfang Ming didn't want to let Chuixue take a bite, anyway, the chubby round-faced little fox is also very cute, and it will feel better when you pinch it round, so it's not a loss.

"Well, the snow blowing is heavy..."

Taking advantage of the little fox being distracted by this compliment, Dongfang Ming rolled over and hugged the little fox, holding her back with his backhand.