Chapter 34 Count you hard

In the past two days, more and more freshmen have reported, and Murong Qingyun's work has gradually changed from idle chat to something to do. Since he realized that Bai Bing was a little strange that day, he wanted to make a phone call to inquire, but in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, he gave up the idea. This woman is so powerful that he has learned it.

After dinner and resting for half an hour, Murong Qingyun said righteously, "In the evening, I need to go to the freshman's dormitory to have a look and choose one male and one male student by the way, so that I need to inform you in the future."

Yang Mengmeng, with black eyes spinning around his eyes, laughed and said, "I'm fine. I'll go with you."

Murong Qingyun, who didn't feel well, politely refused: "The weather is so hot, don't go out. You'd better blow the air conditioner in the dormitory, eat snacks, and watch your favorite blind date program. If you had waited for your return, Hedong TV Station would have finished broadcasting long ago.

Wang Ba ate the weight, and Yang Mengmeng insisted, "If it weren't for the hot weather, I wouldn't want to go with you!" Don't you think it's convenient for someone to go to the girls' dormitory this season?

Murong Qingyun, who is not afraid of the shadow, said seriously, "I'm going to work, not a tryst. What are you afraid of? Is it convenient for you to go to the boys' dormitory? In this weather, boys are basically wearing their upper bodies and a pair of underwear. Some boys don't wear anything and walk around like this.

Yang Mengmeng, who just wants to stare, said confidently, "I won't accompany you to the boys' dormitory. Your place is dirty, messy and smelly, like a garbage dump. After checking the girls' dormitory with you, they will come back to watch each other's programs. In summer, girls wear thin clothes. I'm worried that someone's eyes are irregular and they like to look at important parts of girls. If that person is fascinated at a glance, it's not good for the saliva to flow out! Forget the person who lost him, but also the person who lost me.

Murong Qingyun's innermost words were said by Yang Mengmeng, and he felt a little embarrassed, but in order to show the appearance of an upright gentleman, and just for work, he strongly denied it at all without any other evil thoughts. In so many years, I have the opportunity to take advantage of my position to see the places I wanted to go four years ago, thinking that the college girls who just entered the school at the age of 17, 8 and 9 are very happy.

What Yang Mengmeng is worried about is today's post-90s, which is not as conservative as them. You can be open-minded. In case a girl falls in love with Murong Qingyun, she will take the initiative to express her love and even throw her arms. He must be attractive, otherwise how can he become his woman? She doesn't think how high his ideological consciousness and resistance to ** are. There is already a fox spirit opposite the door, and two more post-90s pops out, and this day can't be passed.

In addition to agreeing to Yang Mengmeng's request, Murong Qingyun has no choice. Otherwise, the activity for the two to kill time tonight is to practice quarrel. At eight o'clock in the evening, there will be a lot of people at this time. The freshmen who have just entered the school are relatively honest. When they get acquainted, it will be difficult for you to find someone. In order to cover him, their roommates will make up a set of lies to fool you. If you go shopping, go home, fall in love... Only you can't imagine, and you can't hear.

Yang Meng dreamed that Murong Qingyun agreed to his request, happily took off his home clothes and put on his favorite lady's clothes. A white dress, the edge of the skirt is hollowed out, the cuffs are lace folds, and the hair of a shawl sets off her delicate temperament. This dress is not like an old student who is about to graduate, but more like a freshman who has just entered the school. It looks full of ignorance, childishness and youth.

Yang Mengmeng, who changed into a pair of lavender high-heeled sandals, took Murong Qingyun's arm and smiled sweetly, "We can go."

Murong Qingyun, who broke away from Yang Mengmeng's hands, said seriously, "Now, I am a university counselor and need to be solemn, so my image should be positive and sunny."

Yang Mengmeng, who curled her lips, said lightly, "What role should I play?"

Murong Qingyun blurted out: "You can play any role you like, as long as you don't pull it."

He dug out Yang Mengmeng with his eyes and said in a long voice, "I know... Mr. Murong..."

The two went out and walked side by side in the direction of the girls' accommodation area. The sky gradually darkened, but there were still some residual sun hanging on the edge in the distance. The street lights on both sides of the road had been lit, and the long-lost fountains were still spraying water. The plants were exposed to the sun for a day and seemed to be a little angry.

The young couple's state is very similar to that of boys and girls who have just come into contact with each other, full of curiosity and worry. A student couple came towards them. When the two approached, Yang Mengmeng looked at them and smiled politely. The boy looked a little flattered and stared straight at her. The girl seemed unhappy and gave her an angry expression.

When he was about to pass by, Yang Mengmeng said with a feeling: "In the past, we were as light, pure and simple as them. Oh, how nostalgic that time!"

Murong Qingyun is not as sad as she is. He really said, "It's better now. Someone warms the bed every day."

Yang Mengmeng, who pretended to be unhappy, scolded softly, "Do you think about anything else besides thinking about that?"

Murong Qingyun looked back at the distant couple and laughed, "Just now, the boy must have been thinking that it would be great if he could omit all the steps and go straight to the topic. Kissing is what I like, and touching the two objects protruding in front and the two upturned behind me is also what I love. The most love is human-making movement.

Yang Mengmeng, who rolled her eyes at the sky, asked, "That's what you thought back then!"

Murong Qingyun giggled and did not answer clearly, "Guess?"

Yang Mengmeng twisted the fat meat around his waist and gritted his teeth and said, "Definitely."

He begged for mercy, but she was not disturbed. After playing with each other, the two returned to normal. When passing parents saw this scene, no one would think that Murong Qingyun was a teacher and completely regarded him as a child who knew nothing. Murong Qingyun edited what the boy thought just now, and naturally had to arrange the girl so that it would be harmonious.

Murong Qingyun smiled evilly and said, "That girl thinks so. Is this boy sincere to me? I really want to get close to him, but I have to test it first. However, estrus and courtesy are no longer popular in today's era. I am a fashionable girl and want to keep up with the trend. At present, it is popular for love fast food. If you like it, you can do it. If you don't love it, you can do it. It's not love but organs. I'm a non-mainstream person, so I have to do non-mainstream things.

Yang Mengmeng, who had been used to it for a long time, had a long face and did not say a word. She is tired of hearing this kind of words. She knows that he has a bad mouth and doesn't think so. If Murong Qingyun was really inferior, he would have been really blind when he was chosen. Although she heard a lot, she did not accept it. She was still resistant to this kind of joke.

Murong Qingyun, standing next to the flower bed in the girls' dormitory area, has a lot of emotion. I once stood here and waited for four years, and looked at the surrounding buildings for four years. I wanted to enter the girls' building more than once, but I didn't have that opportunity. Now, I can go in; tomorrow, I can still go in; the day after tomorrow, I can still go in; the day after tomorrow, hehe... I can still go in; in the future, as long as I am happy or even unhappy, I can go in and have a walk and have a look.

Who is the brother who is already a counselor? The life of the students needs to be worried by my brother, especially the girls. Life counselors don't help beautiful girls to tutor their lives, which only shows that I am not a responsible and good teacher. A very YD smile appeared on Murong Qingyun's face. If Yang Mengmeng knows what he really thinks, he can only sleep on the floor at night.

Murong Qingyun was about to swagger in when the administrator's aunt stopped him and said, "Boys can't enter the girls' dormitory. Don't you know the minimum rule?"

There is food in his hand, and there is someone bold behind him. Murong Qingyun, who has a legal license, took out the counselor's tag and showed it to the administrator's aunt. The administrator's aunt carefully checked the photo with the real person, repeatedly checked it, and put him in. He walked in the corridor of the girl's dormitory building, feeling better than walking on the boy's corridor, and suspected that the school was favorable to the other.

Yang Mengmeng sneered and said, "How you don't look like a good person. You may be similar to some wanted criminal."

Murong Qingyun defended, "If I come a few more times, that aunt will remember me."

Yang Mengmeng sank her little face and said, "Here, you'd better give me less. When I have to come, I must be present, otherwise I will strike, not cook, not clean, not wash clothes... Anyway, I will not do any housework, and I will go to Qiu Wei's mother to cry and complain, saying that you have an affair behind my back and have a teacher- student relationship.

Murong Qingyun jumped three words out of his mouth in a low voice and forcefully, "You are cruel!"

The proud Yang Mengmeng followed him to the third floor. After Murong Qiuwei, her backer, she learned to start to rectify Murong Qingyun. He was not afraid of her complaint, but of Qiu Wei's sister beating the autumn wind and blowing the ground. In the end, he not only admitted his mistake, apologized, and vowed to promise that many lovely "red tickets" would leave his arms and fly into the pockets of Murong Qiuwei and Yang Mengmeng. The lovely "Grandpa Mao" is his favorite paper, so he last wants this scene to happen.