Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

The news that Rong Huang, who has always occupied the first place and has never wavered before, passed the three-mode exam this time and spread throughout the school early in the morning.

Every day, people would bypass the road and pass the gate of Wuban, just to get a glimpse of the beautiful face of this legendary god.

At this moment, Rong Shenren Huang was sitting in a position with no expression on his face, as if he hadn't seen the curious or gloating eyes outside the window, struggling to write.

"I thought that Rong Huang had cheered up before, but now it seems that he is really degenerate."

"You almost disabled try?"

"Then Peng Yue is the first one this time? I didn't expect Yin Ling to take this school flower, envy, jealousy and hate."

"Who said no..."

Whether it is outside the classroom or inside the classroom, there are all kinds of discussions about the three models this time, and about Rong Huang.

Rong Huang was already able to calm down in such an environment.

She is the King of the Golden Phoenix who has beaten all the six worlds invincible. How could she be defeated by a small exam?

Before Tang, I saw that Rong Huang kept his head down reading books and making questions, and he was no longer as lively as he used to be. He thought it was influenced by these people and cried secretly.

Although he doesn't care about grades, the little girl is different, and she must be sad to fall from the first year.

Tang Qian felt terribly uncomfortable at the thought of the little girl's eyes drooping and tearful eyes.

What kind of people are these people, and they deserve to affect the emotions of little things?

Qian Tang gave a tut, and the pitch-black eyes swept across the slender neck of the little girl in the front seat.

If you want to cry, you have to cry at the right time and at the right place.

Tang Qian's eyes darkened, and he kicked on the stool beside him.

The legs of the stool crossed the marble floor, making a piercing sound.

Many people are attracted to look over.

"There are no classes one by one, what are you running out of?" Tang Qian leaned back in his chair lazily, his voice low, and his sluggish appearance made people unable to underestimate him, "The noise made Lao Tzu go to bed."

The classmates in the classroom silenced one after another, returned to their positions, pretending to take out the textbook exercises.

The classmates outside the classroom hesitated for a while, and they gradually dispersed.

Before Tang Dynasty, he was typically not afraid of death, his bones were extremely hard, he would not bend his back with a **** head, so no one dared to provoke him.

Dang Yue looked back at Tang Qian meaningfully, then glanced at Rong Huang, who was working hard.

Rong Xiaohuang was stared at by such a beast, it is estimated that he would not be able to run away for a lifetime.

Aren't there all the sick and paranoid in the novel?

Tang Qian is considered a paranoid with hidden attributes.

The Dang Yue family and the Tang family are also very familiar, and they have heard about the Tibetan Mastiff, knowing that they were not normal people before Tang.

Looking at Rong Xiaohuang's small body, he couldn't help but bear the twisted character of Tang Qian.

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"Rong Xiaohuang, hurry up. Today, Pengyue's little green tea is going to speak on stage, and I want to shoot the whole process." Dang Yue urged her mobile phone.

Rong Huang slowly took out two bags of snacks from his schoolbag and stuffed them into the pockets of his down jacket.

"What to bring? You are not allowed to eat during the flag-raising ceremony." Dang Yue said casually while chewing gum, then calmly took out two bags of snacks from Huang's small schoolbag, "You are so short, you can't eat these unhealthy things. I will reluctantly and help you."

Rong Huang looked at the small snacks that Dang Yue had slapped away, and emphasized seriously, "I'm not short."

Dang Yue stretched out her hand and gestured for the difference in height between the two, and nodded in a meaningful way, "Well, it's not short."