"Well, let's endure it, for our cool and terrific Highness Han." A nymphomaniac held her chest with her hands in a sweet fantasy.
"And my Master Mo, who is cold and cool."
"No, it's better for my Young Master Qi, gentle, sunny, and treat people well."
………
There were endless discussions, completely ignoring the boring lectures on the podium.
Rocol stood outside the window, blowing a slight cold wind, feeling pretty good. It's better to be alone in the wind blowing outside the window than in the classroom. But the eyes float to every corner from time to time.
"Wow, what is this?" In fact, I was observing and understanding the terrain and various furnishings of Shengling. Saw a huge statue.
The statue is a very handsome man with sad and melancholy eyes and a pair of black wings on his back. The black feathers spread their wings. What does this represent? This puzzled Roker.
"What is this? Oh, no matter what, handsome guy, take one first." Rocol took out the phone and leaned against the statue's chest. Kakaka, took a few madly.
"Wow, So cool." Rocol is in narcissism, this angle, this camera technique. It's not bad, Rocol, who was still in narcissism, didn't notice a sharp look behind her that was killing her.
"Woman, it's you again, you come down to me, is there a place where you can stand?" Mu Zihan was in a bad mood and wanted to breathe, but when she came out, she saw this annoying woman standing there. Above. Holding the Shengling sign, taking pictures impolitely.
"Hey, the subordinates are defeated, why, look at me upset? So I try to find the fault?" Rocol smiled evilly.
"Woman, are you a pig?" Mu Zihan felt extremely disgusted with this woman. I really don't understand the rules at all.
"I want you to take care of it? Take a picture, you also have to take care of it, it's boring" Rocol dissatisfied.
"Well, don't blame me for not reminding you." Mu Zihan walked out with his pockets in his pockets.
Rocol is inexplicable. Confused, what does he mean
"Hey, what do you mean?" Rocol called. Although she has nothing to fear.
"It's boring." Mu Zihan shook his hand. Then he left without turning his head.
"Cut, I'm too lazy to care about you, my subordinates are defeated." Rocol returned to the phone and continued to enjoy the excellent work just now.
Boring...boring..." Rocol finished taking the picture and found that she had nothing to do and could not go too far. If the teacher came out and no one was there, she would die.
Throwing a stone boringly, don't know what to do? Why not steal something, is this fun
"Classmate, why are you sitting here?" Feng Yu stared at the boring girl with clear eyes. The pink ear diamonds on the left ear gleamed differently in the sun.
What a cute, cute face. I really want to squeeze it.
This man can be cuter than a girl, so jealous of him.
"What a cute doll." Rocol thought, her hand was already up.
"Hey... What are you doing, it hurts to death." Feng Yuche pulled away the hand that was holding his extremely pink face.
"Hey, give it to sister, squeeze it. It's so cute." Rocol was forgotten.
"Sister, hello, who said you are my elder sister?" Feng Yuche hates being called his little brother the most. Although he is a little younger, most of the students still want to call him when they see him, Senior Che, who made him a freshman.
"Isn't it?" Rocol thought he had a wrong vision.
"No, you are in the third year of high school, see you sitting here."
"Ok."
"That's the senior, not the younger brother." Feng Yuche's childish behavior remained unchanged.
"Puff..." Rocol spouted wildly.
"When did you become my senior? You are probably the little brother of the first year of high school."
"Well, this is the school badge." Feng Yuche showed the gold-plated school badge on the pocket of the school uniform in front of Rokol, who had little knowledge.
'Big one, royal aristocrats' wind and whispers. A member of the American Boys Team. 'A few big characters, and a cute photo.
"Big one, damn it. Also a member of the beautiful boy team?" Rocol's eyes widened, and then looked up and down again and again.
"Hehe. Believe it this way," Feng Yuche smiled cutely.
"Okay, senior." Rocol reluctantly called out a voice smaller than an ant.
"That's right, but how old are you."
"I'm seventeen." Rocol replied.
"Haha, I'm seventeen, but why did I become a school girl?" Feng Yuche intentionally said that he is actually so powerful and a genius baby.
"Um... well, it's you who are great, and my grades are also very good, good or not, but..."
"It's just what? Ke'er Xuemei" Feng Yuche looked at the son on her school card and yelled sweetly.
"Damn, you want to die, we are the same age, you are not allowed to call my sister, you. Yes. Call me... sister. Rocol said strongly.
"Woo, woo, someone bullied the senior." Feng Yuche pretended to cry. Not a second.
N stubborn girls were spared by their side.
It turned out to be a cute man protected by a fierce woman.
Rocol sneered, oh my god, it's a bunch of troublesome goods again.
"Forget it, it's going to be over, little brother, sister won't play with you, and ladies, make a way for sister." Rocol smashed the behemoth that blocked her way.
"Without Master Che's instructions, I would never let go." The fierce bodies of the fierce women blocked the road from the wind.
"Uh, brother, don't you embarrass your sister?" Rocol pretended to be embarrassed.
"Then you don't want to be called the younger brother? You will be called the senior in the future." Feng Yuche said cutely, but his helpers were all over Shengling. So just hum, the beauty will come.
"Um... Your sister, why should I call you senior, I have goose bumps." Rocol was finally exposed, and as soon as the sheep's camouflage was torn off, she became a savage and weird girl full of swear words.
"Um..." Feng Yuche was shocked.
How did it become so fierce.
"Ugly woman, don't be so cruel to Master Che." His defenders protested.