South Grant patted Chester Lynch on the shoulder, then stepped out of the corner.
Behind him, Chester Lynch had a look like this: (╯□╰)
It was simply the epito of bewildernt.
"South, you..."
Chester wanted to say that girls shouldn’t behave like this, but then he rembered what South Grant had previously told him—"Lonely Courtyard Spring is Late, only the right hand can be used."
He was afraid that if he advised her to be reserved, she might again say sothing shocking.
South Grant seed to perceive what Chester was going to say and turned around at this mont, putting on a roguish look and said:
"This is how I am. Even if I’m a girl, so what? Who says girls have to like boys?"
After South Grant finished speaking, seeing Chester’s eyes widen in surprise, thought that he needed to give him a stronger dose to cut off any hope.
"I’ve been acting like a boy for so long that my preferences have changed. I’m more into those soft girls now. Just think about it, sweet and tender, give a touch, and it’s pure delight..."
When South Grant said this, noticing Chester’s face darkened, she coughed, and then added:
"So, I guess you must have misunderstood sothing about yourself. I’m into girls."
Chester: "..."
After South Grant finished speaking, she turned and left the equipnt room, thinking to herself that Chester should give up on her now.
When South Grant exited the equipnt room, Chester followed her out.
They hadn’t walked far before they saw the director returning, walking right towards them, leaving no room to escape.
It turned out the director had left sothing in his pocket in the equipnt room. As he was leaving the building, he realized it was missing.
Returning now, he didn’t expect to see Chester and South Grant coming out, and the director was taken aback.
If they were coming out of there, it ant they had been there the whole ti.
Since no other students had entered during this period, it was only possible they had seen everything he did.
The director’s face turned various shades of red, as if all the blood in his body had surged to his brain.
In the end, he could only sternly reprimand them:
"It’s class ti now, why aren’t you two in your classroom? What sneaky business are you up to here?"
The director was now embarrassed and furious, purely because the students had caught him in an embarrassing act.
Chester stood in front of South Grant and said to the director:
"South and I were looking for an instrunt in the music room, preparing for the performance at the graduation party. Director, what are you doing here?"
Chester cleverly covered up what had happened just now, only ntioning they were in the music room, not the sports equipnt room, thus diverting the director’s attention.
The director looked at Chester and South Grant with doubt.
Chester was the student council president and the annual model student.
The director naturally believed what he said, but was still sowhat uncertain.
Of course, to mask his own guilty conscience at the mont, the director waved them off, saying:
"Class has started, you better get back quickly. Do you just have ears for show? Didn’t you hear the class bell ringing?"
After saying this, the director bypassed them, heading to the equipnt room at the end of the hallway.
Chester exchanged a look with South Grant, and the two of them then left.
The director reached the equipnt room, looked around, and then discovered a hiding spot in the corner. He walked over.
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