The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"Okay." Xia Ling replied.

Tang Mohan: "See you tomorrow."

*

On the way, Monkey and the rest finally remembered that with such a large group of people, the fight had ended, but the celebration banquet had not even been set up yet!

Boss had forgotten that as his lackey, since he had remembered, he couldn't just abandon his brothers who had been fighting together, right?

Monkey gritted his teeth. "Let's go to the food stall and drink beer. We won't go home until we get drunk today. Brothers, you've worked hard!"

"Yo, brother Monkey, who's treating?" someone jeered.

Monkey's expression did not change. "Of course it's the boss who's treating. Although she's not here, the money is already in place."

...

The group of people happily went to drink.

Sitting in the food stall, Monkey was still calculating his living expenses. Was it enough for the dinner tonight?

Suddenly, a wechat notification appeared on his phone.

Xia Ling: [ Take the brothers to eat something. Consider it a celebration! ]

A message, along with a bank transfer.

She transferred 2,000 yuan to Monkey and gave it to the 19 of them to spend.

With a slap on his thigh, Monkey felt as if he had been in a drought for a long time!

"Brothers! Drink freely today. Boss is treating. After eating, we will go to the internet cafe and stay up all night. It will all be on your brother Monkey's account."

"Alright! Alright!"

With someone paying the bill, the atmosphere was naturally heated.

*

The next day, the boys in the last three rows walked into the classroom with the smell of cigarettes all over their bodies.

Each of them was half dead. When they entered the classroom, they laid on the table and fell asleep.

However, the most magical thing was their hands.

Probably due to Monkey's instructions, as a Zombie Support Party, everyone used a thick book to put their left arm in when they were sleeping.

Xia Ling was speechless as she watched.

Tang Mohan, who was beside her, twitched his mouth when he saw this scene.

...

The scene of sleeping and raising their hands in the last three rows had probably become an amazing scene in the third high school.

Throughout the morning, there were students walking up and down the corridor outside their classroom, pretending to be passing by to see the scenery.

At this moment, in the last three rows, the only one who was still sitting and listening to the lecture was Xia Ling.

Xia Ling's psychological trauma was very large.

# Excuse me, when teachers see such a wondrous scene with all our hands raised, will they really feel motivated to attend class? #

After an entire morning of three classes, the boys who had been playing games all night finally woke up in a daze.

Rubbing the red marks on their faces, they did not know if they were sleeping in the morning or afternoon. They stretched their bodies and just felt that their bodies were a little stiff, and their backs were sore from sleeping.

On this side, Xia Ling knocked them awake one by one.

Xia Ling asked, "Are you done sleeping?"

"I'm done sleeping!"

Xia Ling asked, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry!"

When they came back from climbing over the wall in the morning, they had already had breakfast with Monkey outside.

"Very good." The girl curled her lips.

Seeing her smile, the boys collectively felt a chill down their spines.

Then, they heard the girl's low and pleasant voice.

"Since you're not hungry and you're done sleeping, then go to the field and run fifteen laps before coming back!"

Monkey was the first to wake up when he saw Xia ling smile.

"Why, boss?"

Grinding her teeth, Xia Ling really wanted them to experience it as well. A passerby would point fingers at her.

He praised her, "Ah! That's Su Xia. She looks very serious. She's not sleeping and is still listening to the class!"

...

Was he praising her?

Why did she feel like a monkey who was being watched?