"This is so awesome?" Song Baojun couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Okay, let's try it."

According to the requirements of his vulgar personality, Song Baojun turned on the faucet and dipped it in some water to wet his eyebrows.

It turned out that the lighter eyebrows seemed much thicker and deeper. I pursed my lips tightly, squinted my eyes slightly, and looked ahead with concentration. Suddenly, a burst of heroic spirit appeared in the middle of my eyebrows, and it seemed that I had changed someone else in an instant.

Song Baojun was almost stunned with a handsome expression with thick eyebrows and big eyes in Takeshi Kaneshiro's style. He never realized that he could become like this.

Temperament, is this temperament?

The vulgar personality said lazily: "You just woke up in the bathroom yesterday, and I told you. Your face is a super compatible system, and all kinds of temperaments are software. Vulgar, solemn, handsome, heroic, free and easy. You can do whatever you want. Being handsome and ugly is in one thought, and you don't have to discourage your enthusiasm for the momentary nonsense of a few women. They don't know how powerful you are because you didn't show it."

"I swear I will definitely soak in the horse." Song Baojun's self-confidence instantly burst out. He wiped his face with cold water. He felt much more awake and walked out the door with great confidence.

The playground is empty and open. You can see three radio academy girls jogging on the plastic track in the distance. Their youthful and beautiful figures are very eye-catching like flowers in the green leaves. From time to time, one or two boys will pluck up the courage to approach them at a slightly faster speed, and then say one or two words and then rejected, and retreat with awkwardly.

After running around, three or five groups of boring boys came forward to test, and it was indeed very popular. This also shows that beauty is always in short supply, with more monks and less porridge. In words of despicable personality, it is: "There are more dogs and less shit."

Song Baojun decided not to humiliate himself for the time being. He was not the kind of tall and handsome rich man who stood out from the crowd. Without a BMW parked on the edge of the runway, it was naturally impossible for girls to leave a deep impression.

Walk slowly along the runway and use the adjustment of your breathing frequency to restore your physical strength. At the same time, you are thinking about how to deal with the upcoming revenge of Long Ya and Xie Qilu today.

Yesterday, Long Ya was covered in dust. This guy was vengeful and would not let him go. In addition, there was Xie Qilu, who was born to be pampered and humiliated by a boy who always looked down upon him. I think he was full of anger.

Those people are simple-minded, but rely on money and power to isolate others, and they have no special means.

A football rolled to Song Baojun's feet.

"Hey, classmate, come here!" several students on the court in the distance shouted at him.

Song Baojun hurriedly raised his foot, but unexpectedly his eyes and body were not in harmony. He kicked the ball in an empty position and threw it hard. He looked very funny, and the ball remained in its original place and did not move at all.

Seeing this, the students laughed loudly. Song Baojun blushed and grabbed the football and threw it at them.

The student at the front held back his smile and thanked him, raised his foot to catch the football and turned around and passed it to his teammates.

You can still hear a sentence from afar: "Haha, you're such a weak guy, I don't know which rookie from the category."

Song Baojun said angrily: "Isn't it just a game where twenty-two people chase the ball and run foolishly? Why are you proud? I have a way to fight the devil and beast world, I have to beat you up." However, those people were far away and didn't hear his Q-like complaints.

"My physical condition is so good that I dare to laugh at me?"

After being stimulated by this, Song Baojun became competitive and actually ran all the way.

After a while, the lungs were burning like fire, squeezing the last trace of oxygen. The legs seemed to be soaked in instant noodles for five minutes, so soft that they were almost unable to walk.

This is the body of an otaku, so weak.

Sometimes he thought that an ordinary morning exercise would be as tired as a dog, so he might as well stay in bed every day in the future.

But he thought about how to retreat with a little bit of setback? Could it be that he is addicted to being a "loser in life"? Never give up.

It was not until dawn and the crowds of morning exercises on the playground gradually dissipated. Song Baojun felt that it was almost done, so he dragged his extremely tired body back to the dormitory.

Several roommates just got up on the bell of the time. When they saw Song Baojun's appearance as a young man with kidney deficiency, they were shocked. Tan Qingkai rubbed his eyes and asked, "Ajun, were you dragged outside by Long Ya when you were sleeping?"

Song Baojun wiped his sweat with a towel, took a cigarette from his pocket yesterday, and reluctantly responded: "Let's open your dog's eyes, look at it, I'm going to practice in the morning. Do you know what the scene? A girl from the Radio Academy wearing tight clothes surrounded me, and the energetic senior sister invited me to play badminton, and the cute and cute senior sister begged me to help her press her legs. Unfortunately, I'm never tempted by the outside world..."

Tan Qingkai took out a copy of "Yan Zi Chunqiu" under his pillow and smashed it in his face, sneering: "Please brag next time, it's more reliable. I hate cowhide that has no factual basis the most."

Song Baojun was about to retort when the phone rings suddenly, and it was called by his mentor Jiang Yihui. He took a deep breath and quickly pressed the answer button.

"Hey, is it Song Baojun?" A sweet and glutinous voice, although he pretended to be a stern tone, could not hide the sweet and soft flavor of Jiangnan.

"It's me, is it something I do, Mr. Jiang?"

Teacher Jiang's voice was like the cold wind in December: "Well, Song Baojun, you deliberately disrupted classroom discipline yesterday and caused extremely bad effects. In view of this, I have reported to the school teaching office. You must go to my office before 8:30 to explain your problem. OK, that's it."

"What, what? Ask the problem? Are you right?" Song Baojun was about to tell a few words, but the other party had already hung up, and only a beeping blind voice came from the phone.

Tan Qingkai's face showed gossip on his face: "A Jun, Teacher Jiang is looking for you. Could it be that your outstanding performance in class yesterday that finally attracted the attention of the beauty of Iceberg. Seeing that you are so talented, she wanted to ask you to discuss the love words of King Luo Shen in bed?"

"That's right, I still have the ability to deceive older dementia-based young women with literary dementia." Song Baojun ignored his teasing and looked as if he was taken for granted.

"Do you say that Teacher Jiang is a 'demented literary woman'?" Tan Qingkai suddenly became extremely sober. The so-called "demented literary woman" is a delicate noun, referring to the combination of literary young women and petty bourgeoisie. It seems that it is very suitable for Teacher Jiang.
Chapter completed!