In those years, the overbearing president was funny

The word domineering president has almost nothing to do with my life in the past 20 years, and it only appears in the plot of the novel. (So when I came to participate in the event held by Chicken Feather, I really wanted to break my head.) If those tyrants' actions are well managed, it is indeed easy to capture the hearts of girls, so my boyfriend started to learn the skills of picking up girls.... ..😎

There was one scene in the unmanned corridor of the university, where I had a talk with him. I forgot what we were discussing at the time. I just remember that when I was talking incessantly, the boss suddenly approached me and grabbed my shoulders with both hands and pushed me towards the wall. "Boom..." With a crisp sound, it turned out that my head slammed into the wall... 🧱 That's right, this big pig's hoof pushed me against the wall! I was dumbfounded and looked at him in disbelief at the moment, only to see him covering his open mouth with his hands and staring at me in disbelief. After a few seconds, we came back to our senses, "Okay, I'll just shut up, you don't have to push me against the wall 😭" I said angrily and aggrieved. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't expect this to happen, I think the bossy presidents are all girls like this. 👉👈" Mr. Ba said guiltily. "People's wall dongs are gentle, not to let girls hit the wall! 😡" Look at my little lion roar. "Hug...sorry, I accidentally pushed too hard the first time😰". This is his first domineering president ending. I still remember that his second wall dong was not very successful, and he also pushed me against the wall suddenly, but the atmosphere was awkward and not romantic at all. Only this time he put his hand on the back of my head earlier.

Saying Ba is always a very thin boy. In the early days, when he was young and ignorant, he liked to hang an umbrella on his back and shoulders🌂, thinking he was cool. Once I was telling him a sad little thing, and the pitiful appearance made President Ba feel distressed. He pulled me into his arms and put my head on his shoulder. "Knock..." My forehead hit the umbrella handle hook on his shoulder impartially. "Ah! I'm sorry...I forgot to hang an umbrella on my shoulders...😳" I rubbed my forehead and looked at him with an aunty smile "Did I tell you many times that my shoulders are not for umbrellas. 🙂 "Sorry dear! 😭" Of course he didn't have the habit of hanging an umbrella after that.

Summarized from several experiences, as long as he pretends to be a domineering president, it is always me who gets hurt... It seems that he is still not suitable for this route. No, he has recently started walking the little milk dog route again. 😥

By the way, it happens to be Rose Day today, so I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day~