Supreme Pupillary Master:Peerless Eldest Miss

As a miscellaneous teacher in a junior class, Luo Qingtong takes a closer look at it. The teaching time of Songcheng is basically arranged in the last class in the afternoon. After one day's teaching, all the courses are finished.

It's just

Luo Qingtong looked at the first half of the Song Dynasty class attendance table, the radian of the lips smoked and smoked, almost to heaven!

Peat!

This song city is beyond compare!

Luo Qingtong looked at his page full of pages, all red XX, on behalf of the sign has not attended, do not know what to say!

She counted, the whole first half of the year, song Cheng attended classes, only extremely poor three times!

The whole first half of the year! He just came to class three times!

How can such a irresponsible tutor stay in this Tianyu branch!

Luo Qingtong looked at his appalling attendance rate, the whole person is not good!

She entered the junior class just to get close to song Cheng, a strange person who couldn't even get out of the gate!

This time, he can't even take the courses arranged by the college!

How do you get close to him and learn from him!

Luo Qingtong stares at the full screen of red XX, seriously considering whether to report to the college.

But think of the song city has been in this Tianyu branch for so long. If you dare to do so, you must rely on it!

Maybe the college simply doesn't care about the lower class, just let them live and die.

That's the trouble.

Luo Qingtong twisted his eyebrows and looked at the timetable in his hand. Tomorrow's formal class will begin. It is reasonable to say that all tutors should appear.

She'll wait and see.

If song Cheng doesn't appear on such an important day tomorrow, she will have to change her mind.

If it's not bright, it's just dark!

Thinking, Luo Qingtong put away that one schedule.

The next day, she took yeqianli to class.

The latter wore a small silver mask on his face, which just covered his small half of the face. Although the round face of xiaomingzun was soft and cute, it was still beautiful and extraordinary.

This mask is naturally made by Luo Qingtong.

Night thousand not willing to stay in the sleeve bag, Luo Qingtong also don't want to suffocate him.

But the face of Heiyu supreme has never been revealed in front of people. Luo Qingtong doesn't want to let xiaomingzun's face appear in front of the public, so he makes a small mask for him.

The mask is the same as Luo Qingtong's Luocha ghost face, but only half of it is covered in the night, half of the angel and half of the devil, but it does not damage the beauty of his flourishing age.

On the contrary, it makes the cool and cold face of Xiaoming Zun look more lovely.

Luo Qingtong looked at him holding the little appearance of the Lord's majesty. He couldn't help it. He hugged the man and kissed him several times.

Xiaoming Zun stares at her, struggling for half a day, can only let her go.

Hum, this woman is really more and more unpretentious!

But though he thought so, his eyes were bright and his lips were slightly cocked.

Luo Qingtong holding the night Qianbi came to the classroom of the junior class, and the little Xiang pig was sleeping soundly in her sleeve bag.

I haven't had a good sleep these days, OK?

Luo Qingtong walked into the classroom of the junior class and went directly to his seat.

However, at this time, a figure suddenly rushed in from the outside of the classroom.

The speed of that figure is very fast, Luo Qingtong is right in front of him.

He this rush, just straight toward Luo Qing Tong bumped over.