My Heroic Life

"Excited, I'm angry, and I'm not doing that kind of thing, this is my normal physiological reaction!"

"I know this is a physiological reaction, and I also took a physiology class! What are you doing this way, don't think I don't understand!"

Joan blushed and hugged her body, her feet wrapped in black stockings slightly lifted in the quilt.

"Yes, or I will help you?"

"Help! The physiological response I said was the one in the morning!"

"In the morning? What morning?"

"..."

Roland stared at the bewildered Joan with a dull face, and finally reacted. For girls, it seems that there is no need to talk about the troubles of men in the morning in physiology class-she really doesn't understand.

"Jan of Arc, don't get excited...I, I will make up lessons for you."

Teacher Roland said so.

Chapter 147 Soul Actor

Teacher Roland's small class has started, and there is only one student of Joan, and the class is on the bed. It really feels like eighteen forbidden.

As for the content, it is also very targeted, but it is not very acceptable to people who have heard of it for the first time.

Joan of Arc covered the quilt and listened to Roland's narrative with a flushed face, and looked at the man suspiciously.

"So, is there any scientific basis?"

"This...There is no clear scientific explanation yet."

After Roland finished saying this, Jeanne immediately showed a disgusting expression [You are lying to me] and [I don't believe in this kind of nonsense]. The young man's cheeks twitched, knowing that it was a bit like a legend before she had seen it.

"You, you can search the Internet if you don't believe me, I really didn't lie to you."

"Terminal records can be found. I am a saint. Do you want me to keep such records?"

"Then I come!"

It was another tossing. Joan held the terminal that Roland turned out in her hand, and her face was red and red to strengthen the education in this area. After this tossing, the young man lay on his back and looked at the ceiling, complaining.

This is France, or the romantic capital, why are you so innocent!

"This, this way, it seems to be true. Forget it, I misunderstood you."

Joan turned her eyes away embarrassingly as she said this, and returned to the terminal with a blushing face. Roland glanced at her and took it, looking at the terminal and said silently, "It took more than half an hour to make up your class. It's almost six o'clock."

"Yes, I was wrong, right... Wait! What time did you say?"

"Huh? Six o'clock."

Roland looked at the time on the terminal again, and glanced at the panicked Joan with some puzzlement. The girl hurriedly got up and said anxiously:

"Your guard job is taken turns by Marda and I every day, and the handover time is six o'clock! She might be coming in a while."

"Oh, then let's hurry up..."

Roland understood what Joan meant, and just about to move away, he heard the sound of the door of the recuperation room being pushed open.

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Malda also worked earnestly for a day today. Relying on the powerful physical abilities of the heroes, she has recovered more than half after sleeping only six hours in the past four days, and she has become rejuvenated.

In fact, she can continue to persist without sleeping, but today is the day when she takes turns to look after Roland. In order to maintain her complexion, she rarely gave herself a six-hour vacation. After waking up, she rushed to the medical treatment. Area.

The medical area in the morning was still as silent as before. Malda went all the way to Roland's recuperation area. She walked to the gate and wanted to ring the doorbell, but after a little hesitation, she chose to enter directly.

There was no sound in the door, and Joan hadn't rested during the last shift. Maybe she was asleep now, so don't disturb her.

Such a considerate saint gently turned her hand to push the door open, and walked quickly into the room. She wanted to scan the room to see where Joan was sleeping, but she didn't expect to see her head and body supported. It seemed that it was Roland who had just woke up.

"Lan! You woke up! Are you feeling okay?"

The girl slugged for a while and immediately rushed forward excitedly. In her eyes, Roland covered the upper half of her face with her hand, as if she was in a coma for too long and caused a headache, but she didn't know it at all. When Roland covered half of his face under his hand, a pair of eyes were staring at Jeanne, who was shrinking on his chest and ****.

You, what is your operation?

What can I do!It's too late!

The eyes of the two exchanged. At this moment, the golden pupils of Joan raised up were filled with panic. When she just wanted to turn over and get out of bed, the door of the nursing room was suddenly pushed open, and Malda came in too suddenly. Some time is not enough for her to complete a series of actions.

At the moment of crisis, Joan made a decisive decision and immediately curled up and hid under the quilt, but unfortunately the thickness of the quilt was limited, and it was impossible to completely cover her figure. Roland, who found the girl’s flaws, was so scared that she hurriedly propped her legs Hold up the quilt and pretend that you have just woken up.

Malda, who was at a loss for everything, was very excited, and Jeanne, who was hiding in the man's bed, was also very excited. Roland, who was caught in the middle of their god operation, was even more excited. He was so scared that he would vomit.

If this is discovered, it would be unclear even with ten mouths!

In fact, if Joan of Arc was seen by Malda before she woke up, Roland could explain it. If she woke up and just lay on the side, Roland could still struggle a bit, but she was awake and pressed against her. Shrinking on the chest, what's the explanation?What is the reason for this?

This is the most typical catching rape in bed!It's just like a textbook standard!

Roland covered her face and looked down at her chest. Jeanne was completely panicked at this time. She desperately lowered her body, and the fullness of her chest had changed. She blushed, her body trembling slightly while holding the man tightly. The intensive beating sound came through the clinging body, like knocking on Roland's heart.

The young man raised his face again and looked towards the bed through the gap in his fingers, and Malda was looking at him excitedly and concerned.

"Lan, are you okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Yes, the heart is very uncomfortable.

Roland is like a chicken plucked and grilled on the fire, feeling that every second is a moment of life and death. He took away the hand that covered his eyes and watched Malda burst out his whole body acting.

The young man looked at Malda with confused eyes for a few seconds, as if he hadn't gotten out of the long-lasting coma. In the worried gaze of the blue-haired girl, his eyes gradually recovered, and finally he asked tremblingly:

"Mar, Malda?"

"It's me, Lan, you finally woke up!"

Roland's sober mind made Malda breathe a sigh of relief. She wanted to cry happily and held back her life, while the young man looked around and continued to ask blankly: "Where is this place?"

"This is the medical area of ​​the trial court. We sent you here after you were unconscious. Today is the fifth day."

"Five days! I was in a coma for so long!"

Roland was "shocked", with an expression of delay in major events, Marda smiled at this, and comforted with a little pride:

"Lan, it's okay. After the battle, Joan and I have done a lot of follow-up work. William of the Knights Templar and the others are very organized. Nothing major happened during your rest days."

"Well, that's great."