Great celebrities are rare animals. In the human world, they are the small group of people at the top of the pyramid. Their life trajectory is worshipped by future generations, and they have walked through the polished glorious path. Many years later, they are also regarded as the golden rule by countless people.

A year ago, when "Weiwei Sigh" magazine entered the top 100 world magazine forces, its founder Lin Zhiwei also invisibly entered the field of famous people.

Less than ten years after its founding, with fashion elements as its main theme, "Sigh Sigh" successfully entered the flagship magazine circle led by "Time". It was like a dolphin, wearing bright armor, fighting with a magnificent posture, and building a large territory in the ocean dominated by tiger sharks, like a god.

Lin Zhiwei succeeded. While lamenting what magical skills this beautiful woman used to draw this strong style, she also used her curiosity to peek into the unknown path behind her firm spine.

The remote small town is surrounded by the west side, and the path of fighting for this strange woman born from Linjiang is impossible to see. Its only testimony is the first student named Lin Zhiwei on the 1989 college entrance examination red list of Xilin City No. 2 Middle School.

That year, she was admitted to Peking University.

That spring, a campus newspaper called "Linjiangzhibin" appeared on the campus of No. 2 Middle School.

In No. 2 Middle School, the campus newspaper is "Linjiangzhibin", and the board newspaper can only be "Linjiangzhibin". Because this special existence was created by Lin Zhiwei, no one knows what wonderful ideas exploded in the mind of the sixteen-year-old girl, and "Linjiangzhibin" was born. But now the people of No. 2 Middle School enjoy this campus newspaper very much. They look at this bright existence with a worshipful eye, respect it, and fear it.

One day, Linjiangzhibin, a weekly magazine, actually spent the entire piece of the article to build momentum for an unknown football match, and the people of the Second Middle School were shocked.

What is even more shocking is that this week's "Linjiang Bin" actually built momentum for Beilou, who has never won a competition.

On this day, the sunshine at 6:40 in the morning was like a shy little wife, prying apart the yellowed eucalyptus leaves and sprinkling them on the seawall road, making it particularly warm.

Fang Luo didn't know how much pressure Susaner was under turned into the 426th issue of "Linjiang Riverside" that was now bright and dazzling. He only felt a hot stream in his chest, as if he was about to rush out.

The long floor newspaper started from the first North and South Lou Lou Football Tournament, with each game, different scores, different stories, and different backgrounds, such as black and white movies, presented to everyone frame by frame, clear and clear.

"History needs to be rewritten, who will it be?"

In the last page of the board newspaper, the big red chalk made the slogan look particularly impressive, making people unable to help but feel moved.

"Oh, the Beilou, which is unbeatable for thousands of years, also has such courage?"

In the crowd, a sarcastic girl's voice suddenly rang.

Immediately afterwards, several girls also met.

"That's right, the North Tower is full of four-eyed frogs. Can you run? Besides, the ball is not a hammer ball, it flies so fast, I'm afraid they can't see clearly."

"Hehe, Wang Fenjie, you are so cruel, you can say all of this. But in my opinion, Beilou should lose a lot this time. Last year, there was an amazing Pei Junjie in Beilou that lost. This class of freshmen is not as good as Pei Junjie, who can compare with Fu Qiubai."

"Fu Qiu is handsome and plays well. Beilou is really asking for trouble this time. He is also using this trick to post heroes. Isn't it embarrassing to post heroes?"

The girls are all from the South Building, dressed beautifully and were very conspicuous in the crowd. They probably are used to being domineering and calling the wind and rain, and speak without hesitation.

"Who is it that you are embarrassed."

Susan'er was riding a fiery red bicycle and parked outside the crowd. She didn't see Fang Luo. When she heard someone saying such ugly things, she couldn't help but stop the car and shouted.

"Who are you?" A tall girl with straight hair looked at Susan'er with contempt and said disdainfully.

"That's right, we're talking, is it your turn to interrupt? Besides, who are the North Tower? Can you beat our South Tower? Dreaming." A girl with dazzling dress next to the tall girl said.

At this time, the girl who had just praised Fu Qiubai asked back, "You can't be from Beilou, are you?"

Susan'er straightened her body and replied frankly: "I'm from the North Building. Why? The North Building is a little shorter than the South Building?"

When Susan'er heard that he was from Beilou, the faces of the three girls became very interesting, as if he regarded Susan'er as some kind of rare animal, and his eyes looked at her from beginning to end.

Second Middle School is a key middle school, and the learning atmosphere is very good, but this cannot conceal a bad habit that countless schools cannot cure, that is, the trend of comparison.

The South Building is superior to the North Building, and this material comparison is an extremely subtle existence in Second Middle School.

I am not ashamed of the north building, but I am honored by the south building.

When the three girls were surprised when they saw a beautiful girl like Susaner saying that she was in the North Building, but it was more fun.

"So you are from the North Building, no wonder, that's unfortunate. You are always shorter than our South Building."

The tall girl walked up to Susan'er and said with a smile. A hint of contempt and contempt in her smile fell into Susan'er's eyes, which was particularly clear.

"What's so lively?"

A beautiful girl wearing a pink shawl and thin waisted jeans walked over from the crowd, and everyone next to her gave way to her.

The tall girl saw the beautiful girl and greeted her, and smiled with a pleasing smile: "Sister Weiwei, it's early."

Lan Wei ignored the tall girl and walked straight to Susan'er, looked up and down, and said with a smile: "Are you Susan'er?"

"Yes."

Lan Wei looked at the newspaper, and a trace of undetectable light flashed in her eyes. She turned her head and continued, "You are from the Propaganda Department of the Student Union, but I think you shouldn't do such an issue of "Linjiangzhibin".

In No. 2 Middle School, "Linjiang Bin" is a very powerful existence like Lin Zhiwei. The students who admired this issue of the newspaper were shocked. Unexpectedly, this issue of the newspaper was actually written by this beautiful girl.

Susan'er wanted to refute something, but Lan Wei didn't give her a chance to answer, but continued: "I don't know if you really think Beilou can win, or it's just to cheer for Beilou and help a little. Even if both possibilities exist, I still want to tell you that you are too naive."

After Lan Wei finished speaking, she turned her head and walked into the gate of No. 2 Middle School.

The tall girls were stunned for a moment, then trotted and followed, shouting constantly: "Wait, Sister Weiwei, Sister Weiwei..."

Just as the people around were still shocked by the girl who was on the top of the No. 2 Middle School, such as the technology building, another group of people walked into the crowd.

After reading the newspaper, Fu Qiubai, even though Lan Wei didn't speak, with his ability, he knew that it was Susaner who did it, and said helplessly: "You shouldn't do it."

The same words as Lan Wei, but those who know the relationship between Fu Qiubai and Susan'er understand that Fu Qiubai was sad about Susan'er's support for Beilou.

Looking at the blurry back of Lan Wei from afar and Fu Qiubai who was surrounded not far away, Susan'er fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed on her shoulders.

Fang Luo felt that the language was so pale at this moment that he could not describe his happiness at this moment. He just smiled and hugged the front of the bicycle and said, "I have dereliction of duty today. I have failed to be the driver of Miss Su, which is a crime."

The two of them drove into the gate of No. 2 Middle School, leaving Yang Wei wandering in the wind: "Prefer color to be more than friend!"

Relying slightly against Fang Luo's back, smelling his unique aura of man, turning his head to look at the helpless face of Yang Wei gradually falling behind, Susan'er's expression relaxed in an instant.
Chapter completed!