Royal Boys' Team

Chapter 8: ambiguous

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"Damn, after doing it for a long time, it's actually not Shengling Academy. Other schools are also coming to join in the fun. Running such a long distance to see a man, speechless..." Rocol hugged his chest angrily and looked at this. The impenetrable streets surrounded by girls. Shook his head.

Then, her fantasies were shattered again. She thought it was easy to catch a man. It seemed that she had just killed her life, or she might have died before seeing anyone. Was trampled to death by a girl.

Forget it, change a way that suits her.

Kidnap, tie up that principal and have a try. She is very good at getting over the wall, but everyone. Maybe it's not enough, if she is knocked out directly, then her life will not be guaranteed. The headmaster of the family, how could she be tied up so easily? There are still a lot of bodyguards.

When Rocol is still thinking about what to do? The scream in my ear became louder, almost deafening.

Roccol covered his own suffering ears. Curiously craned his neck and jumped up, wanting to see what it was like, how could there be such a sensation.

Today seems to be the beginning of school.

Stand on tiptoe, want to take a look. Actually, she wanted to see it too, especially her Highness.

She wants to give up her heart completely. Because she really can't get fucked, let's forget her own beauty.

However, it's okay to take a look, so Rokelle, who comforted her, almost stretched her neck into a swan, and she still didn't see it, so this person was visible.

"Ah..." I don't know who pushed her. The crowd was so crowded that Rocol, who had always had a good concentration, stumbled down.

Subconsciously wanted to grab something, because she didn't want to have a kiss with the earth. So grabbed a life-saving straw at the fastest speed.

A tugging, it was a school uniform tie. Then accidentally.

He dragged that person down together.

Now it's such a pose.

The handsome and enchanting face of the boy, without any shortcomings, is God's supernatural workmanship. He has a tall nose, narrow eyes, black ink like jade, and sword eyebrows magnificent. There is also a flax-colored broken hair, which is even more intriguing.

The purple rhinestone stud on the left ear gleams in the morning sun.

Rocol lay on the boy's body. In an extremely ambiguous posture. It is less than 1 centimeter away from the boy's face.