Chapter 243 New Rumors on Campus

"I go……"

Er Shao read this far, even the most stupid person would know what ailment 'posteritis' is, and was about to express a few words of emotion when a voice came from behind.

"Second Young Master, Pangpang, what are you doing? So happy?"

"Mu Xiaofeng? Hey, you came just in time, come and have a look, come here..."

As soon as Fat Pang was about to approach the second young master to retrieve the case, he saw the big broom dangling in the other's hand, and hurriedly laughed with him, "Stop making trouble, Mu Xiaofeng is from class seven, let him have a look, their class continues After Lin Xiaoxiao, another talent came, haha."

"What kind of talent, what are you talking about? I warn you, you are not allowed to speak ill of Lin Xiaoxiao behind your back in the future. That is Li's big-headed daughter-in-law and my brother's daughter-in-law."

Mu Xiaofeng was the one who went to the roadside stall with Li Zeyu to eat Bawang's meal before, and was caught by the boss and threw him to the school gate to tie up S. It was also because of that incident that the two of them became good friend.

"Okay, don't mention Lin Xiaoxiao, look at this case, Qian Xiaohao's."

The second young master handed over the case in his hand, and Mu Xiaofeng looked through it curiously, "Foreskinitis? Unclean self-defense? Let me wipe it, this kid is like an honest gentleman every day, relying on his studies to please the teacher, he yells at us five times and six times." Yes, I didn’t expect to have such a hobby? Ha, braid, I caught you, didn’t you? I took this away.”

"Hey, Xiaofeng, let us go back to class to play for a while..."

"Tsk, I'm not sensible, take it to your class, is it fun in my class?"

Mu Xiaofeng smiled smugly, "It's fine if you know it. When you go back, you must do a good job on behalf of Comrade Qian Xiaohao, the study committee member of my class. Otherwise, I will be sorry for his bragging rights all day long! When the time comes, please Go for a big meal, snacks, and drinks."

"Alright, Xiaofeng,

With your last sentence, this matter rests with us brothers. "

Pangpang patted his chest to reassure, but the second young master grinned and muttered, "I'm fat like a pig, do you still want to eat?"

"Damn, I'm fat like a pig and I don't have dermatitis, haha!"

"Ha ha!!!"..

"Qian Xiaohao, Qian Xiaohao..."

Before Mu Xiaofeng's figure reached the door of the class, his deep voice resounded through the entire corridor and Class 3 and 7 of Senior High School. After entering the class, he searched for Qian Xiaohao everywhere, but to no avail.

"Qian Xiaohao went to the teacher's office to pick up the test paper, and he's not in class, why did you ask him?"

A boy sitting in the second row raised his head and glanced disdainfully. Being able to sit in the second row of the class naturally shows that his academic performance is good, and the disdain for Mu Xiaofeng in his eyes can also show that he, like Qian Xiaohao, is both Look down on poor students.

"Why, son of a bitch, your master isn't here, so you don't dare to yell at me? Isn't it time to say yesterday that we are poor students dragging the class down?"

Mu Xiaofeng's nonsense made the back row of the class burst into laughter.

"Mu Xiaofeng, first of all, I'm not a dog's leg, and Qian Xiaohao is not my master. Secondly, you are just an underachiever. Don't compare yourself to Qian Xiaohao, you are far behind me."

"Yes, of course I dare not compare with you, and I dare not compare with Qian Xiaohao. What kind of person is he? He doesn't treat himself lightly or seriously. For a moment of pleasure, he defends himself without washing his hands, and he gets dermatitis. Right? Tsk tsk, it’s so pitiful, maybe I’m hiding in the toilet to soothe the wound by myself, haha!"

"Pusheritis..."

The class suddenly fell into silence. Whether it was the top students in the front row or the poor students in the back row, they all looked at each other in blank dismay. However, his mouth was swollen and he was holding back his laughter. In the end, he couldn't help it, and he laughed heartily.

"Quiet, quiet, what are you all doing? There is a test today, you don't read well, what are you doing?"

Just when the emotions of the students were at their peak, Qian Xiaohao appeared on the class podium at the right time, slapping the thick test paper on the podium to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Yo yo, this is a bad mood, losing your temper?"

Mu Xiaofeng sneered and sneered, shaking the case in his hand, "I just said why the study committee member studies well. It turns out that he often relaxes his emotions. Tsk tsk, but you still need to pay attention to personal hygiene, so as not to hurt your body."

"Mu Xiaofeng, don't look for trouble, just go back to your seat and wait for the teacher to hand out the test papers."

Qian Xiaohao actually disdained talking to poor students like Mu Xiaofeng, but as a class cadre, he had to take care of him, so he had to put down the thick test paper in his hand, and stepped forward to push Mu Xiaofeng back to his seat.

"Hey, don't yell at me. Hey, why are you still touching me? Let me tell you, don't touch me. I'm afraid you will infect me with posthitis again."

"Are you stupid, dermatitis is not contagious...huh?"

Mu Xiaofeng spoke a few words quickly, Qian Xiaohao didn't pay much attention to it, and just responded casually, but halfway through the words, he realized something was wrong, and was stunned, "Mu Xiaofeng, what do you mean? Who are you talking about with dermatitis? You are the one Posteritis, your whole family suffers from it."

"What's the matter? Are you shy? Feel ashamed? If I knew today, why did you wash your hands when you were comfortable in the bed? Tsk tsk, now you have dermatitis and feel uncomfortable? Hey."

Mu Xiaofeng shook his head sympathetically, but in the next second he was overjoyed, and many spectators in the back row couldn't stop laughing.

"Mu Xiaofeng, you, tell me clearly, who has dermatitis? If you talk nonsense without evidence, I can sue you for defamation, and you will be sentenced."

Qian Xiaohao kept scanning his classmates who were laughing at him, his face turned red and then pale, and finally turned livid, his eyes glistening with anger.

"Hey, don't scare me, let me ask you, is your name Qian Xiaohao?"

Mu Xiaofeng's eyes switched back and forth between the case in hand and Qian Xiaohao.

"yes."

"8 year-old?"

"Yes. "

"That's right. It's clearly stated in the case report that Qian Xiaohao, 8 years old, suffered from posthitis. The cause is...unclean self-defense, which caused viral inflammation."

As he said that, he walked slowly in the classroom from front to back, and from back to front, and showed the case in his hand to the curious students.

"Wow, really, it's clearly written on the medical record, and there's also the official seal of the county hospital."

"I really didn't expect that the person who looks like a dog on weekdays turned out to be a wretched man."

"Hey, I have long seen that he is not a good person, and he still mocks us for not studying well every day. Even if we are not good at studying, at least we will not do such self-harming things. It is really shameful."