The Missionary of the Second Dimension

The sound of pages turning echoed in my ears, and at the same time, there were occasional bursts of melodious birdsong, and the gentle breeze blew gently, making the girl's clothes and long hair rippling.

Joan of Arc was reading a book carefully and earnestly, and she didn't seem to notice Zhai Nan's arrival.

Seeing this, he quietly came behind Joan of Arc, stretched out his head to glance at the book the girl was reading, and then twitched the corners of his eyes.

Zhai Nan originally thought that she was either reading the scriptures stored here, or reading some world famous works. After all, these two things can not only enrich cultural knowledge, but also cultivate sentiment.

Even in the past, he would occasionally read some classics and the like, but in the end he didn't remember anything except a person's name. It has to be said that he is not the material that can become a literary youth.

But Joan of Arc is good, the girl can read books now, which reminds Zhai Nan of the glorious years of the college entrance examination in the past.

That's right, what Joan of Arc is reading now is the French translation of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination, Three-Year Simulation".

As soon as he saw the big golden characters on it, even the present Zhai Nan couldn't help but take a few steps back from the brilliance full of serious knowledge.

Helpless, but more helpless.

These words are definitely something that will never be forgotten by students who have experienced the education of the Celestial Dynasty.

However, at this time, Joan was very absorbed and serious in watching, and the draft paper next to her was also full of traces of drafting with a black gel pen.

It really gave him a headache when he saw those numbers.

Zhai Nan put his hands in front of Joan of Arc to cover the girl's eyes and ears. Although the other party was studying hard, who made him come back.

"Guess who I am?"

This game that only children can play came out of Zhai Nan's mouth.

Joan of Arc, whose eyes were suddenly covered, seemed to be frightened, her body trembled slightly, and after hearing this familiar voice, she relaxed again, her pink lips slightly curled up, showing a helpless smile : "Lord Zhai Nan, are you back?"

There is compassion and tenderness in the voice.

As a saint, she exudes a warm and gentle atmosphere everywhere.

Compared with Zhai Nan, a god, the status of the two was reversed in an instant.

"Is the trip going well?"

"Well, although there was a small episode in the middle, it went smoothly." Zhai Nan nodded, took his hands away, and embraced the girl from behind.

He only felt that Jeanne's body trembled again, but she didn't resist, but two blushes rose on her cheeks.

Zhai Nan was behind her, sniffing gently at Joan's delicate neck and ears. The warm breath made the girl's skin gradually turn red, and her breathing became disordered.

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"Lord Zhai Nan, it's... still daytime, or wait...wait for night?"

Joan of Arc's words seemed to whisper softly, but she was powerless to resist.

Anyway, both of them have crossed that step, and things will be very easy afterwards.

"It's so itchy here..." Joan of Arc's cheeks became more and more red.

"Cough cough cough...! It's disgusting! Sure enough, a man... ha ha!"

Just then, an untimely voice sounded.

As if there was some kind of magic sound, the few birds perched on the branches were so scared that they flapped their wings and flew away.

"Xiao Hei really hasn't changed, what he said is still so ugly." Zhai Nan let go of his arms, stood up and smiled and looked at Hei Jean who was full of disgust: "But I like the way you scold me."

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"Oh... you, are you a pervert?! You actually like others to scold you, it's really disgusting! It's really disgusting!" Black Joan didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, mocking Zhai Nan was a common practice, It is also only her daily life.

Among so many people, besides Lusha, she is the skinniest.

"I really don't know how my old lady can keep up with you pervert!" Joan of Arc continued to complain in her own way.

But Zhai Nan walked over and hugged her in his arms.

"Wait...wait a minute! What are you going to do? If you don't let go of me, I'm going to call someone!"

Seeing Zhai Nan walking quickly, Hei Zhende panicked and wanted to run, but her speed couldn't compare to Zhai Nan's.

Immediately, he was hugged in his arms by the waist, and then he lay on Zhai Nan's lap again in front of his eyes.

"Put me down!"

Joan of Arc felt that this position was extremely humiliating, not to mention that this angle happened to be able to see Joan's flushed face as she wanted to laugh but tried her best to hold back the laughter, and she was in a bad mood.

"Yo, dare to play with me!"

Zhai Nan directly slapped that upturned little butt, while Joan of Arc froze for a moment, and then turned her head with a look of grief and indignation in her eyes. .

Chapter 2 On the first day, of course I have to teach the restless girl a lesson

"Return the skin?"

Zhai Nan saw that Hei Zhende was like a wolf and a tiger, and wished to eat his eyes immediately, his left hand turned into an afterimage, and gave Hei Zhende's buttocks thirty times in a row.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!