100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 707 Incense Offering

He wasn't actually that fair-skinned, but compared to the other boys in the group, he was considered fair-skinned. He had clear and strong features, and a pretty little red mole under the corner of his eye. Perhaps because he was tall and stood at the front of the line, he was like the spring sunshine spreading throughout the room. He wasn't particularly outstanding, but he was extremely attractive.

Soon, a group of young poplars lined up neatly, and upon hearing the leader's command, each ran towards their assigned class.

The girls pursed their lips, their hearts pounding softly, unconsciously hoping that the boy would take charge of their class.

Jin Huan leaned against the iron fence, lazily watching the boys running towards her in formation.

She could see that little red mole clearly even from so far away.

Rub your fingertips together gently.

Shen Huanzhu's hair was burning hot. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the two of them inexplicably exchanged a glance across the crowd, but quickly looked away from each other.

Only the areas touched by my peripheral vision felt faintly hot.

"gather."

The boy's voice was deep and pleasant, and his crisp uniform was extremely eye-catching.

The students who had been gathered in twos and threes quickly stood up.

"Line up in four rows from shortest to tallest, with the girls in front!"

When he had a stern face, he looked quite serious, and everyone subconsciously dared not act rashly.

Even the girl who had been starry-eyed at him earlier had toned down her enthusiasm.

He said his surname was Shen, with the grass radical, and he was free from worries.

This surname is quite uncommon, but after tonight, many people will recognize this obscure surname. To be honest, she's not particularly short, though she's certainly not tall for her class.

It just so happens to be placed in the very middle of the first row.

The first item was standing at attention for 15 minutes. When Xin Wuyu said it, it sounded like a trivial appetizer.

They could hold out for the first five minutes, but as time went on, more and more people started to engage in underhanded tactics.

At the same time, more and more people are calling for a report.

Of course, every class has its troublemakers, and Shen Wuyu picked out two typical ones and made them run laps around the playground as punishment.

Seeing the other party's unyielding attitude, the remaining students all became much more obedient.

But some people stand out even when they are wearing the same clothes as everyone else.

Shen Wuyu glanced at the exceptionally focused girl in the first row several times, a hint of amusement inexplicably creeping into her eyes. She was too serious.

So serious...it's kind of adorably silly.

However, the mindset of being an instructor is very similar to that of being a teacher; elders will always subconsciously prefer children who are serious and hardworking.

This is probably how Xin Wuyu felt at this moment.

The military training ended at nine o'clock tonight. He didn't teach the kids anything else. He just made them stand at attention and do stretching exercises.

During the final round of military posture.

The girl, who had been quiet all night, suddenly called out, "Report!"

Xin Wuyu stepped out from the third row and walked up to the little girl. Upon closer inspection, he realized that she only reached about his chest.

"explain."

"Reporting, instructor, my sweat is almost dripping into my eyes."

No matter how calm the girl's tone was, her voice naturally carried a sweetness, like peach blossom wine in spring. Xin Wuyu's attention followed her words and fell on the girl's jade-colored eyelids. Indeed, a crystal-clear bead of sweat slid down, about to disappear into her eye, and her beautiful long eyelashes trembled violently.

He instinctively reached out, but then quickly stopped.

After his Adam's apple bobbed unnaturally, the boy turned his head away slightly, his voice inexplicably tinged with a disheveled hoarseness: "Wipe it yourself."

"Yes!"