My Youth Began With Him

Qin Chu glanced at Gao. "Do you seem to care about our class?"

"Then you see... I am not your iron buddy?" Gao Ran looked at Qin Chu's shoulder and smiled.

"But you don't seem to care about me..."

"Cough... I am actually interested in your class." Gaoran is against the heart.

"You are so superficial... You should like Zhu Lingling's right." Qin Chu exposed him.

Gao Ran suddenly got a little nervous. "He said, Zhu Lingling’s girl’s head is so vulgar... If I like her, then there is no taste...."

Qin Chu raised his mouth slightly and did not continue to ridicule.

Before leaving, Qin Chu did not forget to look at Jiang Xiaoying and those outside the school.

at dusk

Huo Mian had dinner and Zhixin sat under the big tree in the yard to read a book.

Zhixin is not as smart as his sister, and he even wants to read his homework.

Huo Mian took a small wooden stick and read the novel while watching Zhixin. If he was distracted, he would beat him and he would not be soft.

"sister……."

"Yep?"

"What novel do you read?"

"You want to manage... write your homework." Hey, the little wooden stick fell, and Zhixin shrank his neck.

"Sister, I am so jealous of you, you don't have to read a book, you don't have to study, then you are so good."

"God gave it, no way." Huo Mian was proud.

In the face of Zhixin, she dared to be so arrogant.

"Sister... I heard that you can have two richer generations in the second, are you?"

"Well." Huo Mian lazily sighed.

"It is said that every door is a luxury car every day... Is there any Lamborghini and Maserati... Right, right, saw someone driving a bumblebee? It’s the Chevrolet Camaro in Transformers. I like that car the most. It’s just cool..."

Zhixin Yue said that the more excited, when her sister was in high school, Zhixin was still in elementary school, only fifth grade.

"So small, don't be so exaggerated... I remember before, who is the home who is learning well... How is it getting worse now? Directly say who has money and you are too realistic... ""

Huo Mian felt that, unconsciously, the pure place of the school has become less like it used to be.

The children of rich families have a sense of superiority in the school, just like their class Weidong, learning so badly, because they have money, they can't wait to walk sideways.

"Haha, sister... Have you seen the Meteor Garden? I think you are like the heroine of the cedar inside... I don't know if you are so good or not, but also find a Taoming Temple to come back."

Zhixin laughed, when the Meteor Garden was hot, and the streets and alleys were talking.

The strange thing is that Huo Mian is not interested in those idol dramas, but he is holding a novel, or wild history, and will not let go.

"Write your homework, oh, gossip."

"Small sleep, come on."

Zheng and Zhixin said, the mother stood at the door with an apron and shouted at Huo Mian.

Huo Jin got up and put the novel on the side and walked over.

"Small sleep, this is your pocket money next week."

Yang Beauty took out a 50 yuan yuan in the palm of Huo Mian.

She is a day student, the meal card of the canteen is charged regularly, and the 50 yuan given by the mother is the pocket money for the next Friday.

Five days and fifty, an average of ten a day, really a lot, especially for the ordinary home of Huo Mian.

"What's wrong? Not enough... then I am giving you twenty." Saying that the mother is going to get it.