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9 won't let you reach out

Director Zhou's high-pitched voice just fell, and a loud noise came from the playground not far away. The sparse footsteps hit the leaves like showers, without any order.

Fang Luo and Yang Wei walked out of the siege of the key class wrapped in red brick walls and were quickly caught in the middle by the abortions who were rushing back to the classroom from the playground.

Xu Zhiyuan agreed to join the football team in Beilou, which was not beyond Fang Luo's expectations. Although the two of them fought a lot in junior high school, the days when they were young and fighting for Li Kaishan did not really make the two teenagers really hate each other. Fang Luo just thought Xu Zhiyuan was too introverted, while Xu Zhiyuan just thought Fang Luo was too domineering. The two were a bit like Sakuragi and Rukawa Kaede. On the surface, they didn't like each other, but in fact they still admired each other very much.

"Xu Zhiyuan is quite cool, I don't know if he can still be so arrogant when he goes on stage." Yang Wei squinted his eyes and looked at the beautiful girls around him. In early autumn, the weather is not getting colder, and the girls' clothes are still very cool. Sixteen or seventeen years old is the best time for girls to develop. Those delicate or plump bodies seem to blooming flowers, with a unique flavor.

Fang Luo put his hands in his pants pockets. Thinking about the scene when Xu Zhiyuan agreed to him just now, a smile couldn't help but rise to the corner of his mouth and replied: "Xu Zhiyuan is in good health. He was in contact with football when he was a child. He has a good foundation and a good consciousness. He can bear great responsibility."

Yang Wei shrugged. He found that Fang Luo's tone has become more and more mature in the past few days, and his words always inadvertently reveal some stability that he does not have at his age.

The time for class is getting closer and closer, and people are getting more and more crowded.

After walking about ten meters, Fang Luo was suddenly hit by a man behind him, leaning forward and almost touching the back of an obese girl.

"Haha, sorry, my soles slipped just now, and I didn't stop it, made a mistake, made a mistake, but your lion's peach stealing move is really handsome, and even I was a little attracted."

A yin sound came from his hands, which immediately caused the students passing by secretly laughing.

Fang Luo calmed down in a mess. When he looked back, he found that he was a little fat man he didn't know. He was smiling and his eyes were squinting, and his whole face looked very vulgar.

Hearing what he said just now, it was obviously done on purpose. Fang Luo didn't mind why the other party was like this. He smiled slightly and responded: "Is that right? Then it seems that I have to practice frequently. If I graduate and fail to get into college, I can rely on this to make some money. You can support me in the future."

The fat man didn't want to hit Fang Luo, not only did he not get angry, but he looked like he couldn't tell whether he was sincere or pretended to be a smile, and made a joke.

He looked back a little crampedly.

Following the little fat man's eyes, Fang Luo saw a small group of people standing next to the newspaper not far away and watching coldly.

Yang Wei also saw it, and his brow couldn't help but frown.

When Wang Kai saw Fang Luo and Yang Wei looking over, he said guiltily: "Boss, that Lan Ming is really not enough to make trouble. He said he is unreliable. Look, when he looked over, Yang Wei must know that he was instructed by Fang Luo. What should we do? Let's go."

Fu Qiubai's handsome face couldn't tell anything. He glanced at Fang Luo with a smile, then looked at Yang Wei with a gloomy expression, snorted, and said, "So what if you know, so what if you don't know."

As he said that, he took a step forward and walked towards Fang Luo.

Wang Kai and his friends didn't know what Fu Qiubai was going to do, so they hurriedly hurriedly placed behind him and gradually followed his pace.

Fu Qiubai is very famous in No. 2 Middle School. He is recognized as a prince charming girl in junior high school. Although he is a proud person, difficult to get along with and has a bad temper, many girls are particularly obsessed with this type.

Many people knew Fu Qiubai, and saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere, they all gave in.

Yang Wei looked at Fu Qiubai, who was walking over with expressionless face, and did not speak.

Everyone watched this scene with great interest.

Fang Luo felt a little funny. Fu Qiubai obviously stumbling on himself for the sake of the morning, but he didn't expect that he could think of such a lack of creative stumbling.

Fu Qiubai walked to Fang Luo, paused for a moment, and glanced at the guy who had no right to let him use despicable means to prank it.

There seemed to be an electric current flashing in the air.

Wang Kai and the others followed too quickly, and they didn't expect Fu Qiubai to stop suddenly, almost unable to stop, and hit him behind him. This funny scene made everyone around him laugh.

However, in front of Fu Qiubai, many people laughed softly, and some girls covered their mouths.

"It's not your own thing, don't stretch your hands too long, be careful not to make a profit."

The cold words exploded like a time bomb on the sun-dreaming school road.

These nonsensical words sounded very inexplicable to many onlookers. Many boys were asking each other about what happened to the two of them.

Some girls were suspicious in their hearts. What happened to this boy who looked a little handsome? How could he offend Mr. Fu? Is it a problem of love?

I have to say that women's minds are weird and precise.

Fang Luo was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Compare people to things. To be honest, Fu Qiubai, you are really offensive. I don't want to stretch out my hand. It's not what you should consider, but I... will never let you stretch out my hand."

Fu Qiubai's face twitched slightly, very slightly.

The onlookers didn't understand what the two of them were fighting for, but many people were surprised that Fang Luo dared to speak like this with the prince of No. 2 Middle School with this attitude.

Doesn’t this guy know that Mr. Fu’s father is the deputy mayor? Or is this guy’s background stronger? Is it the legendary Yanei fight?

All kinds of discussions spread quietly in the secret.

Many illegitimate girls who regard Fu Qiubai as the prince charming thought he would fight back gorgeously, but he did not.

Fu Qiubai in the middle of the crowd just said with a smile: "I'll accompany you."

The three clean and neat words can’t hear any emotional fluctuations.

Dingling!!

At this time, the sound of class broke the strange aura at a corner of the campus. Everyone dispersed with regret in the ringtone, and rushed back to the classroom in a hurry.

Fu Qiubai and his group walked slowly, and a group of people surrounded him. This formation was very consistent with their style, arrogant and grandeur as the No. 2 Middle School.

Finally, Fang Luo walked north with his arms around Yang Wei and comfortably.

At this time, under the evergreen trees in the besieged city not far away, a girl with a ponytail and wearing a white shirt looked at Fang Luo and Fu Qiubai and others thoughtfully, with a pretty face.

"Hehe, our Miss Jin has fallen in love with Fu Qiubai?"

Next to the beautiful girl, a girl with black-framed glasses and an average-looking girl smiled and joked.

It seemed like I was recalling something. The beautiful girl hesitated for a moment before coming back to her senses. She said with some amusement: "Lan Fei, I have told you many times. Don't call me a lady. It's not an ancient family of officials and business. This title sounds strange."

Lan Fei pouted and said unwillingly: "I think this title is very suitable for Xiao Jin. It's not a popular retro now."

Xie Jin smiled and shook his head, without saying anything.

When Lan Fei saw that Xie Jin had no words and didn't care, she continued excitedly: "Xiao Jin, to be honest, Fu Qiubai has a good family background and good academic performance, and it's very suitable for you."

Xie Jin looked indifferently at the back of the crowd of people who were particularly conspicuous in the distance, and turned around and walked into the besieged city.
Chapter completed!
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