Good Wife, Loving Mother

Wang Miao was watching Lifan from the back of the classroom. Halfway through the class, the back door was slammed open.

Wang Miao shook his hand, and the Lifan notebook fell to the ground with a snapping sound but was covered by the sound of the door hitting the wall.

Ami on the podium, halfway through the lecture, stopped when she heard the movement.

"Lu Yao, what are you doing!" Ami frowned and raised her head to curse.

Lu Yao threw away his schoolbag, hung it on the stool, and sat down silently.

The classmates in the classroom all looked at Lu Yao.

Lu Yao's face was gloomy and his temper was not small, "Look at your mother."

Everyone turned their heads back in a quail shape again.

Ami said, "Class, class!"

She was too lazy to take care of Lu Yao. She knocked the desk loudly with English books, trying to bring the students' eyes to the blackboard.

It is useless. If students in the media class read the blackboard honestly, they are not students in the media class.

Those who should eat secretly eat, those who should put on makeup quietly put on make-up. When they are in class, they do everything except 'class'.

Wang Miao winked at Lin Junhui: Go ask?

Lin Junhui wiped his neck and signaled to him: This old man is here to study, not to die.

Turn to Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng made a mouthpiece: I quit the death squad.

Wang Miao was encouraged by curiosity and couldn't find a substitute for death, and finally couldn't help himself.

"Brother Lu, what happened?"

Lu Yao snorted coldly.

What else can happen? It is not Li Mingzhu's business!

Can he unselfishly share with Wang Miao the incident of Li Mingzhu kicking him out of bed in the morning, and add "One of Lu Yao's Incredible Events" after their tea and dinner?

Lu Yao said, "Do you know why Xiao Ming's grandfather can live to be a hundred years old."

Wang Miao thought carefully for a moment, and replied, "Because Xiao Ming's grandfather doesn't play games?"

"Beat your mother!" Lu Yao hammered his head with a book, and Wang Miao rolled on the table with an 'Oh'.

Lu Yao said, "Where is Sun Yu?"

Wang Miao rubbed his head, "Broken in love, ask for a day off."

He said, "So I brought you homework."

Wang Miao took the notebook out of the drawer.

"Done?" Lu Yao raised his eyebrows.

"It must be finished." Wang Miao said, "If he can't finish writing his reason for leave, it's not a broken relationship."

Lin Junhui pushed his glasses, "It's a work injury."

The 'Landlord' who oppressed 'Sun Yu' to do his homework did not feel guilty at all.

"How many times is he going to lose love a day?" Lu Yao asked casually.

"It's hard to say, there are no ten times, there are eight or nine." Wang Miao said, "But this time is different, this time he is unilaterally broken in love."

Lin Junhui said, "Brother Lu, are you playing the legend of the brave?"

Lu Yao moved his eyelids and did not answer directly, "What are you doing?"

It is well known that Lu Yao played well in games.

He never played with his classmates: it is also well known.

Everyone is not sure whether he will play BS or not, but they can be sure: BS is too popular, and Lu Yao should have known it.

"There is a heroine game host with Zheng Hua of Team Yaoling last night, that's the swordsman." Wang Miao added, "Sun Yu also smashed this female host with thousands of dollars some time ago and turned around. I'm broken in love."

"Oh, I see, you mean immortal?" Wu Cheng suddenly realized, "I pay attention to her too, hey! She has a huge chest!"

Lu Yao: ...

"But I still like Brother Ran. It's a superb operation. Look at the clip-on Station B. I cut all his anti-killing efforts over the past few years. I rely on it. It's so handsome!" Wang Miao diverged his ideas.

"Floating on the homepage for several days, I saw that Cangshui's training camp is recruiting trainees, I want to try it." Wu Cheng smiled.

"Are you saying that you can become a professional player with the technique of being beaten up by someone?" Lin Junhui said, "Are you going to improve your grade and be beaten up by a professional player?"

"What is it, how long do you want to catch me and make a mistake?" Wu Cheng was angry.

"Go to the training camp, don't you read books?" Lin Junhui said.

"If you read so badly, what's the difference between not reading it? It's better to make something you like." Wu Cheng said plausibly, "Besides, the training camp is in summer, which happens to be the summer vacation."

"Are you going to the winter training camp?" Lu Yao suddenly said.

Wu Cheng froze for a moment, "I didn't think about it, go and try it, maybe the first one will be brushed down."

Lin Junhui added cruelly, "After all, they are a double champion team."

Lu Yao listened absently.

Ami pulled a long piece of English paper, walked down while speaking, and took away the cheerful scarf of Luo When who is sitting in the front row.

Luo Wen screamed.

Lu Yao frowned and looked at the red and yellow wool in Ami's hand, "What is that?"

Several people who were discussing the games vigorously stopped their voices at the same time.

"As far as I can see, it should be an English teacher." Wu Cheng said deeply.

Lu Yao kicked, "What I asked was what she had in her hand."

"Oh, ah, knitting, the knitting craze that has recently emerged in the class." Lin Junhui explained, "The girls were all knitting since last week."

Lu Yao said indifferently, "Boring."

"Hey, I'm bored. This stuff is a waste of time. Guess who are they going to give it to?"

Lu Yao no longer wanted to listen.

His thoughts floated to Li Mingzhu, and he sighed sadly.

Li Mingzhu said nothing. He clearly said that he would not forget. He woke up in the morning like a scumbag and ate everything he said last night into the dog's belly.

Lu Yao thought: No man's words are credible.

Wu Cheng and Lin Junhui exchanged glances very quickly.

Lin Junhui coughed, "Brother Lu, are you in a bad mood?"

Lu Yao said coldly, "I am in a good mood."

Lin Junhui thought: Great. Lu Yao looks in a good mood like this and can even dance on the coffin board of my ancestors.

He turned his head silently.

Wu Cheng took it up, "Brother Lu, tell me how many ..."

"Happy?" Lu Yao was expressionless.

Wu Cheng: KO!

The two leaned back silently.

"When Lu Yao is in a bad mood, his mouth is particularly poisonous, which is in direct proportion."

"Usually speaking, the lethality is not so great, which shows that he is really in a bad mood."

Wu Cheng touched his chin, "I think ... this matter may have something to do with Li Ming."

Lin Junhui, "If I hadn't understood Lu Yao, I would have been afraid that he was a bend."

"You said that you are also friends, why our benefits and treatment are not of the same grade as others?" Wu Cheng wondered.

"Maybe the grade in Lu Yao's heart is linked to his appearance." Lin Junhui said.

The bell rang at the end of getting out of class, and Lou Wen was still wailing.

Howling Lu Yao's ear hurts.

He irritated, "Which one of you will go up and tell her to shut up?"

Wu Cheng sighed, "Just bear it, Brother Lu, women are not something we can afford at this time."

Wang Miao said, "Why did Ami take half of her scarf? She won't be able to knit one more!"

Lin Junhui winked his eyebrows, "You don't know that Luo Wen came to give to her sweetheart, I heard them say, what does it mean to give a scarf for Christmas? What kind of eternal love does it mean? A confession?"

"Ah, bullshit!" Wang Miao gave him a push.

"What am I doing to lie to you, I will help you ask," Lin Junhui shouted, "Hey, Luo Wen, whose scarf is it for?"

Luo Wen was so angry that he glared at Lin Junhui, "Is it up to you?!"

Lu Yao leaned on the stool and thought: If you do this, where can you not buy this thing?

When the boy at the next table heard this, before Lin Junhui could answer, he said troublesomely, "Cut! Who doesn't know it yet, just that Li Ming who gave you a make-up lesson last time!"

Lu Yao sat up straight.

Luo Wen rolled her eyes, "What are you doing, are you not happy?"

The Luo Wen cut in.

Luo Wen said, "I've already inquired about it. People don't have a girlfriend, why can't I chase after? And it was said on the forum that Li Ming likes good wives and loving mothers ..."

Lu Yao gritted his teeth, and he said solemnly, "What's the point of this broken scarf?"

"Oh, it's just that the people who bring along with for a long time, want women to weave things like that, little girls like things, that's it." Wu Chengdu.

Lu Yao raised his voice, "Who would ask for such ugly knitting. It is better to buy one for ten dollars on a street stall. Also, the meaning of this shit is made up on the Internet to fool idiots."

Lu Yao sneered coldly, "Oh, good wife and loving mother ... nonsense."

Wu Cheng and Lin Junhui: Why is he suddenly angry?

Time for lunch at noon.

Li Mingzhu recalled the kick he gave Lu Yao in the morning, feeling a little guilty.

She was passionate at the time and didn't control her emotions. She thought about it carefully: Lu Yao took her drunk back home, and took care of Su Tianyu for a while, hoping that she would sleep better before supporting herself on his bed.

As a result, Li Mingzhu came together in the morning and treated his 'benefactor' like this.

Besides, she was still a literal man. Lu Yao regarded her as a friend. It was normal for two men to sleep for one night.

On the contrary, my reaction was too great.

Sin, sin.

Li Mingzhu felt guilty for the first time in his her, so when she had lunch at lunch, she came to Lu Yao, a rare sight in a century.

Lu Yao had a ghost in his heart, and he had indescribable feelings for Li Mingzhu. Whenever Li Mingzhu gave him a candy, he would be very spineless and soft.

Lu Yao ate with her, halfway through the meal, suddenly mentioned.

"Li Ming, did any girl confess to you?"

Li Mingzhu naturally took away the dishes that Lu Yao didn't like to eat, chewed twice, and swallowed them.

"Why, someone confessed to you?"

"Too many." Lu Yao put his chopsticks against his lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I ask you if someone confesses to you, would you accept it?"

Li Mingzhu thought: Of course not! Can she delay the girl's life!

But she thought of Lu Yao's erratic and weird sexual orientation, and said to her heart: What does he mean?

She calmly spoke on the surface, "It depends on the situation and accepts it if it is the type I like."

Lu Yao said in shock, "What do you mean, you fall in love early!"

Li Mingzhu was helpless, "Are you qualified to tell me about this?"

Lu Yao said, "You can't fall in love early, you have to read books."

Li Mingzhu thought: nonsense.

Lu Yao ate two bites of rice, which was dull and tasteless.

He held his chin and asked, "Then what type do you like?"

Li Mingzhu was stunned and said to her heart: Anyway, it's not your type.

"Gentle and virtuous, sensible and well-behaved, obedient and kind, with excellent grades, the most important thing is to be able to manage the house, and it is best to do some handicrafts." Li Mingzhu reported the opposite of Lu Yao's character.

Lu Yao suddenly remembered what Luo Wen said in the class in the morning: Li Mingzhu likes good wives and loving mothers.

He is now angrily said in his heart: He really likes a good wife and a loving mother! So ... So it straight male cancer!

"What handicraft do you make to knit a scarf?" Lu Yao sneered, "What's so good about this? I like a lively character."

Li Mingzhu, who is not so 'lively and cute', unconsciously thought about it: It's up to me what type you like.

The diametrically opposite choking sound on her mouth, "Is that right, I think it is good to knit a scarf, and those who know how to knit a scarf must be a housekeeper."

Lu Yao: ... What kind of logic is this!

Lu Yao refused to accept, "can't buy a scarf anywhere, is there a problem with the brain that you knit! You are too casual, someone holding a scarf to confess to you, is it possible that you really want to promise her!"

Li Mingzhu laughed, and replied strangely, "Of course I agree."

She made up the knife: "You have been so sincere in knitting, it's not that you love me to death."

Lu Yao: ...

A meal breaks up after a bad meal.

In the evening, after class, the yarn shop.

The girls from Provincial No. 1 High School walked through the store arm in arm, packing their favorite yarn balls.

A young man dressed very abruptly, wearing a mask and a hat, and wearing a windbreaker, went in through the side door undercover.

Like an underground party joint, he quickly grabbed the ball of wool and stuffed it in his pocket, and faced the boss in a negative test: "Check out."

The boss looked at him in this posture, not like someone who came to buy wool or someone who came to robbery. He was frightened and did not move for a long time.

The 'person in black' repeated impatiently, "Check out!"

The girls all around looked at this with surprised eyes—the only boy in the sweater shop.

The boss tremblingly collected the money, hoping to quickly send away this evil spirit.

As a result, "the person in black" walked two steps outside the store, then turned back, leaned on the counter, lowered his voice, and gritted his teeth, and asked:

"... You sell wool, do you have a tutorial on knitting a scarf?"