Chapter 9 The depressed and soft-hearted Mr.netley

Di Changli knows the meaning of her words. At the age stage of these girls, their physiology and psychology have developed quite mature. For them, * is no longer as mysterious as the beginning of the love sinuses, but they still maintain a certain sense of freshness, so they often take it as an interesting topic. He had no experience in this field and didn't want to discuss this topic, let alone deal with these crazy girls. He had to answer vaguely and prepare to step away.

Maria had already approached in a butterfly-winged flying car, showing a resentful and sad expression and said, "Do I hate you? Why do you run faster than a rabbit every time you see me? Are you a rabbit?"

"Well, I'm not a rabbit." Di Changli quickly affirmed his sexual position. He doesn't know why Leah, a girl who is popular everywhere, has such a strong interest in herself and makes fun of him every time she sees her.

"Aren't you?" Maria's tone was obviously quite suspicious, and she said cunningly, "So, how can you prove this to me?"

In conscience, Maria's appearance and figure are much more touching than any of her companions. At this time, she leaned over and rode on a flying bike, and her charming pink breasts and * were bulging. The curves were extremely attractive. The fresh and vivid youth charm was strong enough to stimulate the appetite of an old man who was about to leave. Of course, Di Changli couldn't stand her ambiguous provocation. He immediately felt hot all over and couldn't help doubting whether his first dream would be earlier because of her strong **.

"Wow, look, he has a nosebleed." The freckled girl suddenly pointed to Di Changli and screamed.

Di Changli subconsciously reached out and touched it and immediately found that he had been deceived. He couldn't help blushing with dryness.

A group of girls burst into a burst of proud laughter and came to appreciate his embarrassment.

Malia laughed out of breath and almost fell off the flying car. She finally stopped laughing and threw a kiss to Di Changli charmingly: "Now I believe you, shy handsome boy, I will go out with you."

Looking at these crazy girls laughing all the way in the flying car, Di Changli touched his nose helplessly and decided how far to hide next time he saw them. At this time, Di Changli has not realized that his poor and plain life full of yearning for the future will soon change. This scene often seems a little embarrassing, but it is a rare carefree highlight in his future life memory will never be reproduced.

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Mr.netley walked to the podium with his usual seriousness and melancholy. As usual, he elegantly took out a white scarf to cover his mouth and cleared his throat before calmly pressed his hands and said, "Guys, sit quietly in your seat. Whoever wants me to say it again, please ask this gentleman or lady to leave. , come here 24 hours later.

The classroom as lively as a juggling theater suddenly became silent as a solemn church, and even the most rough and stubborn students were like the most pious believers, looking at this majestic learning guide with pure and distressing eyes.

Today is a big day to determine everyone's future development direction. No matter how dull the guy is, he knows that he must not miss it, otherwise the lightest adverse consequences will have to wait until the day of next year.

Mr.netley nodded with satisfaction. Good. Now you can line up to the school's medical station and cooperate with the staff of the Federal Institute of Genetic Engineering to take samples. Remember, please keep quiet.

After speaking concisely, Mr.netley walked out gracefully with a decent and square manner.

Di Changli noticed that he glanced at himself intentionally or unintentionally when he left. He couldn't help but feel a trace of uneasiness in his heart, and his mood suddenly became a little heavy. As the students tried their best to suppress their excitement and excitement walked out of the classroom.

The multi-intelligent test is divided into two types: physical verification and thinking test, which is responsible by professionals from the Federal Institute of Genetic Engineering. It is necessary to collect samples of fingerprints, palm prints, hair, blood and DNA samples and endocrine from each person for dense testing, and then carefully testing of brain waves and human energy waves. After detailed analysis and research of all aspects of data, it can be decided who should be injected with the most suitable gene conversion solution.

After the sampling was completed, Mr.netley found the person in charge of the test, a man with a big belly. After a few polite greetings, Mr.netley took out a large envelope and a roster and put it on the workbench. Mr. Big Belly swept into the drawer skillfully. The two continued to discuss the weather politely for a while, and Mr.netley got up and said goodbye.

When he went out, Mr.netley suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "Ah, I almost forgot that one of these students named Di Changli's qualifications are very poor. I am very worried about his situation, so I specially ask you to sacrifice more precious time and energy to take care of it. I hope you can understand my feelings."

Mr. Big Belly said with a smile, "You are really a respectable mentor. Please rest assured that I will give some help to this child as appropriate."

"Thank you very much." Mr. Netley expressed his sincere gratitude, stretched out a finger and said, "Well, I think you can give him the most favorable care, right?"

The smile on Mr. Big Belly's face suddenly restrained, stared at him with some surprise, and shook his head resolutely and said, "This is impossible. It will be easy to detect without injecting gene conversion solution for him. The consequences are quite serious. My appointment is because of this... No, please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request.

Mr.netley's eyes flashed with a trace of unhappiness and said restraintly, "Well, please forgive me for taking the liberty. Well, I remember that in fact, this student's physical and motor intelligence is not bad. He can enter the physical fitness department of our school to continue his studies. Maybe he can become an excellent refiner in the future. Please consider it.

"Of course." Mr. Big Belly found the basic data of Di Changli on the computer and directly marked the two items of physical movement intelligence and spatial intelligence. That's it, right?"

Mr.netley smiled a rare smile and said, "Yes, thank you for your selfless care."

The two shook hands again and said goodbye.

"This little guy enters the physical system? Does that damnnetley think his school lacks sandbags? Mr. Big Belly looked at Di Changli, who looked too thin on the screen, shrugged his shoulders without mercy, called a staff member, and ordered, "Get rid of this test sample called Di Changli."

For a long time, Mr.netley has been depressed about his misfortune, and today he has finally eased a lot.

Mr.netley has always believed that he is outstanding in appearance, knowledgeable and noble in quality. The upper class is the place where he exerts his talents. In any case, he should not stay in a rotten public school in a slum as a low-level school guide and suffer from the cheap embryos of some poor people all day long.

Therefore, Mr.netley has always been serious and melancholy. Seriousness can keep him majestic in front of those lowly embryos, keep his distance from erosion and not assimilate with vulgar and boring poor ghosts; melancholy can make him have a mysterious, elegant, poet-like beautiful temperament. In this way, sooner or later, a beautiful and noble lady or a lady or lady will find her secret pearl with admiration to save herself from this sea of suffering.

This is a difficult era. Talented and capable people inevitably suffer from all kinds of hardships and bad luck. Whenever Mr.netley is depressed, he sighs for himself, and then comforts himself, and the depression in his chest can be slightly relieved.

"Mr.netley, can I talk to you?" A thin girl timidly stopped him.

Mr.netley is in a good mood now, so he withdrew some inviolable solemnity and nodded kindly and said, "Of course, Betty, what do you want to say to me?"

Betty's eyes were a little red and whispered, "Mr. Nately, I lost my money. It was yesterday afternoon. It was 300 yuan that I had saved for a long time, but I don't know why I lost it in the classroom yesterday afternoon."

After reluctantly saying this, she covered her face and swallowed in a low voice. The amount of 300 yuan is not large, but for a poor child, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money. You know, this is already the income of a week's hard work of most people in the slums of Rome.

Mr.netley's good mood was suddenly completely destroyed. Those damn poor bastards made trouble for themselves. What else would they do besides stealing and fighting? He frowned in disgust and wanted to get rid of the girl. How much do these bitches have to worry about themselves? It's up to them.

Betty raised her sad face, looked forward to him, and begged, "Mr.netley, can you help me find it back? If my father knows, he will definitely kill me."

Looking at the poor cowardly girl in front of him, Mr.netley suddenly felt a fever in his lower abdomen and immediately changed his mind. He is thinking that in fact, some obnoxious embryos are not so disgusting. For example, this Betty, who has a tender face, soft skin, small * and tight buttocks, is really easy to have a pitiful mentality and wants to hold it in her arms and comfort her.

Betty summoned up her courage and pleaded again, "Mr.netley, can you help me?"

Alas, his heart was too soft. Mr.netley sighed, took out a silk scarf very gently to wipe the tears off Betty's face, then put his hand on her soft and thin shoulder and said in harmony, "Okay, Betty, I'll help you."

The helpless girl cried again with gratitude. How lucky she was to get such considerate help and comfort from Mr.netley, who had always been strict. He was really a respectable and lovely mentor.

"Does anyone want to stand up and admit or testify?" Mr. Netley's face was as gloomy as the sky before the rainstorm, and the blue veins on his slender neck beat faintly.

The classroom is more dead than a cemetery. Everyone knows that this is a harbinger before Mr.netley's extreme anger broke out.