<h4>~: When the first ss was about to end, Cui Xian looked out the window and lost his mind.</h4>


    It seems that it has be a habit to go to the guard''s room every Monday to get letters, but there is no letter from him in the guard''s room this morning.


    Suddenly there was no letter from Wei Sheng, and I couldn''t tell if it was a sigh of relief or something else.


    Outside the ssroom door of the first grade in the third grade, a girl stood alone in the corridor with her toes and looked into the ssroom of the first ss.


    She is tall, with a perfectly curved body, with long hair that stretches to the waist and loosely on her back. The upper body is a silver-gray waisted shirt. She wears a knee-length tutu. The two exposed calves are plump and plump. And tight.


    Her facial features are also beautiful as if shees with a luminous body, the bridge of the nose is high and the lips are thin as wings, and her big eyes look like mixed blood.


    With a nervous and expectant smile on her face, she is holding the railing of the corridor with one hand, and one foot is gently tipping up and looking into the ssroom.


    Today, it is obviously a special day for her, the vice president of the student union of the school, the president of the broadcasting agency, the queen host of major school events, and the goddess dreamed of by countless boys.


    She wants to confess and tell that person that she likes him.