Chapter 517

It's impossible to love again, at least not today.

"Go back to class and don't disturb us to eat snails!" The heads of departments, administrators and principals began to work together to catch up.

However, it's useless. The students would rather greedy for themselves here than endure the tempting smell in class.

Finally, the headmaster, who had nothing to do with these cheeky students, gave them a snail.

"Here, for me..."

Looking at the snail handed by the dean to him, the boy asked excitedly.

"Take it, just one." The Dean smiled and said, "don't ask me for it after eating."

"OK, OK."

The boy shook his hand and took the baby snail.

The snail with half the size of his palm has a shiny shell and glittering tempting soup. The snail mouth is fed to his mouth and sucked. The hot soup immediately gushes out of the snail mouth. The delicious and spicy stimulating taste immediately covers his mouth, making him sink into the rich taste world unconsciously.

After sucking the soup, he took another sip, wrapped it in his shell, and the snail meat filled with the soup was sucked into his mouth. As soon as his teeth touched up and down, he remembered the clear chewing sound.

The snail meat is tender and chewy. It's addictive.

In the blink of an eye, a snail meat went into the belly.

"It's incredible... The students who refused to let go of the soup on their fingers, licked their fingers and sighed.

It is not only because the snails are delicious enough, but also because the delicacy has exceeded their imagination. The gorgeous taste and sensory experience makes them feel like they have a dream, which is very unreal.

This world···

How can there be such delicious food!

Not enough, one is not enough at all. It's too shabby to plug your teeth.

The taste of snails is too unpredictable and addictive.

Therefore, the headmaster, immersed in the delicious snail, found that there was a huge shadow over their heads.

Look up, oh, good guy, the students surrounded them.

"It's agreed that one by one, they all spread out and go back to class!" The administrator said coldly with a solemn face.

The headmaster looked at the few snails left in the basin, quickly stretched out his hand and divided them up, leaving a basin at the bottom of the soup.

He took a sip of soup, was a burly man, and was the owner of the mecha system. He had a red lip that didn't match his skin color. He said coldly, "look, there's no more!"

The implication is that we have finished eating snails. You can really spread out this time. What should you do.

It was thought that the students would disperse obediently, but the truth is——

"Teacher, do you want any more soup?" One of the students, pointing to the basin with only the bottom of the soup, looked at his director with bright eyes and an expression of giving me the soup.

In fact, the owner of a department who didn't want to give it to him. In fact, he wanted to drink for himself. The words of rejection came to his mouth and swallowed back in the bright eyes of the student. He nodded hard and looked like you took it away.

Alas, my heart is still too soft!

But she can't be blamed. It's mainly the students. It's really pathetic.

His eyes were green with greed.

Poor, poor!

"Lao Liu, you..."

"Oh!"

Before the headmaster had finished saying a word, the students burst into cheers, followed by words such as "thank you, teacher", "you are so kind, teacher, my favorite is you" and so on.