Misunderstood Love Letter

Liona exhaled, "That's him; he ran into the ladies' room."

"What!" The bumbling student was taken aback and asked, "Sister-in-law, he didn't do anything to you?"

Liona gasped, "He just jerked off in there, I, I...!" Liona really didn't have the face to say anything else; all that was lingering in her mind at the moment was Omi's ugly stuff. She turned around and ran away.

That punk student was furious: "Which class are you from, you? You're bolder than our bosses, who don't even dare to masturbate in the ladies' room. What the hell, you defiled our sister-in-law's eyes! If I don't vent my anger for her today, how can I face my boss?"

Omi said, "Are you being reasonable or not? I was the one who occupied the washroom first."

The muddled student was speechless and sneered, "Are you insane? You occupied the washroom first?"

"Yes, she walked in without knocking; can't blame anyone else."

The gangster student's brain was a little insufficient; he felt like a bull. He hummed, "You f*ck, you're playing me, isn't it? I'll just beat you up and say it again, even our boss's woman dares to make light of it. You're tired of living." The gangster student rushed up towards Omi.

Omi took a few steps back, his eyebrows furrowed. "What do you want?"

"Kid, although our boss is not in school today, our boss is not someone you can afford to offend. You better lie down honestly and let me beat you up."

Omi snorted, "It's just as well that you don't make sense, but you still want to beat me up."

"f*ck you, if I don't beat you up today...."

"Pah!" Suddenly, the bumbling student was slapped away before he could finish a sentence.

The student raised his head in a panic and looked at Omi with wide eyes, his face burning with pain.

He saw Omi snort, "A gangster like you, and you still want to bully this youngster! Ridiculous."

"You…!"

"Pop!" Don slapped again, and the bumbling student flew off again, hitting his head on the ceiling and falling back down.

"Ah!" The thug student screamed, blood streaming down his face, looking at Omi in horror.

Omi said, "Go back and tell your boss that it was your sister-in-law who went into the washroom without knocking on the door in the first place, and it wasn't my intention to desecrate her. If you come to trouble me again, be careful I'll beat up your boss."

Omi turned around and walked away; Omi had seen more than his fair share of this level of gangster.

That gangster student monster looked at Omi like a monster. Beating up their boss? Doesn't he know who their boss is?

Omi thought that Liona, just now, was really their sister-in-law, and felt a little sorry. Such a stunning beauty, but the lady has been taken; this posture is not worse than his little sister.

Thinking of the little sister, Omi suddenly felt like going back to his world. This world is very unreasonable, not at all meaningful. Or go back to peek at the little sister bathing; cool.

Omi went back to the room called class; he was very unaccustomed to this strange place. His heart prayed hundreds of times to go back, but there was no miracle.

Omi was incomparably depressed; he should have known that he would rather be caught by his teacher's wife peeking at his sister's bath than run away.

The bell soon rang, and this class of senior three and five was a self-study class where everyone was quietly studying on their own.

Omi couldn't go back to his world; he could only be forced to accept the reality, looking through the drawers of books and notebooks.

Get to know this place. If you can't go back, you'll have to survive in this strange place. Fortunately, he actually knew the words of this world.

At this moment, a super beautiful girl walked into Senior 3 Class 5 and said loudly, "Whose name is Omi, stand up for me."

Omi didn't react the first time because he wasn't called Omi before.

The super beautiful girl said loudly again, "Omi, you mangy toad, please stand up."

Only then did Omi realize that he was being called, as the eyes of the entire class were looking at him.

Feeling baffled, Omi put down his notebook and stood up.

The beautiful girl walked up to Omi, her face filled with anger, and she was holding a love letter in her hand.

The super beautiful girl said in a high voice, "Are you Omi?"

"Uh! What can I do for you?" Omi asked, his eyes scanning the beautiful girl's breasts, visually measuring that they were smaller than his senior sister's, but this beauty's face and body were top-notch.

"Omi, even you deserve to write me a love letter? You're such a rustic; how dare you try to chase me? Have you ever taken a look in the mirror? Do you know that this love letter of yours is causing the boy I like to misunderstand?" The beautiful girl slammed the love letter in her hand on Omi's face.

The students in the class were suddenly talking.

"Omi wrote a love letter to school flower Samira?"

"No way, is Don Omi, the turtle, worthy of someone?"

"Omi is too self-conscious, trying to catch up with Samira."

Omi felt baffled; he had just arrived in this world, who did he write love letters to?

"I didn't write you a love letter," Omi looked innocent.

"And you say you didn't? This love letter is clearly signed, Omi, Senior 3, Class 5. You're still sophomoric; do you have any self-awareness? Why don't you write a love letter to a sow? You're such a grifter; you even dislike sows, and you're still trying to chase me. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Omi said: "I really did not write a love letter; only children write love letters. If I really liked you, wouldn't I just ask the matchmaker to go to your house and propose a marriage? With this condition of mine, there's no reason for your parents to refuse, ah."

"What!" Samira felt a little spun out of her head.

"Hahaha." The whole class laughed, so Omi was still going crazy.

Samira stomped her foot in anger and shouted, "Omi, you're playing with me! What are you, and how dare you play with me?"

Samira suddenly kicked at Omi, but she happened to be wearing a skirt.

Omi was quick-eyed and instantly grabbed Samira's kicking foot.

"Ssshhh!" Samira's skirt was instantly torn with a big gap, and the safety pants she was wearing inside were exposed.

"Ah." Samira screamed, busy covering the gap in her skirt with both hands.

"Ugh!" Omi was stunned and helplessly looked at the cloth he was grasping in his hands, saying in his heart, "This body is so weak. I couldn't even control my strength in time to avoid ripping off her skirt. Alas! Tearing a woman's skirt, such a nasty act. Why did such a noble man like me do it?"

"Omi, you!" Samira was angry and furious, but she was also a little surprised that she was born into a gentry family and had at least practiced, but her skirt was torn by Omi. However, Samira put this down to an accident.

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(School flowers: The girls voted by the school as the most beautiful women) While

(School grass: The boys voted by the school as the most handsome).