Shenhao: After spending money on men, I became stronger!

When Zhou Zijun heard what she said, he was not embarrassed and smiled with his thin lips:

"There are very few girls who dare to talk to me like this, and who are not afraid to tell you that I am a school idol in our school, and all the girls look down on me. You are the first one so far who has scolded me for being sentimental."

"Well, I'm quite honored, right? But don't worry, I'm not a girl from your school. I only treat you as a friend and have no other intentions."

Zhou Zijun's motorcycle is much taller than ordinary motorcycles. Ou Yihan's height is not an advantage, so it took him a while to climb up.

After climbing up, I noticed that the seat cushion of his motorcycle was tilted forward and the surface was very smooth.

Ou Yihan was unprepared, and she was caught off guard and pressed against Zhou Zijun's thin back.

After Zhou Zijun noticed it, he laughed with unknown meaning.

Ou Yihan was a little embarrassed.

She quickly pushed his back with her hands for support, moved some distance apart, and explained:

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it, it was because your car seat cushion was too tilted."

Zhou Zijun clicked his tongue playfully and said:

"Little sister, what have I misunderstood you for? Whoever sits in the back of this car has to hug the driver to prevent him from falling out. Don't worry about hugging me. I won't let you want to fall in love with me because of this misunderstanding."

Ou Yihan: "..."

What you say... is a bit flirty.

Fortunately, she has a 26-year-old soul living in her body and is not interested in a 17-year-old boy.

Otherwise... maybe you will really be tempted by him.

Ou Yihan didn't really hug Zhou Zijun.

She moved her butt back reservedly, reached out and grabbed the bracket of the taillight, trying to sit as steady as possible.

In order to change the topic and ease the atmosphere, Ou Yihan began to take the opportunity to inquire about Gao Qingchen:

"Are you sure you are the school boy of your school? I heard that there is a boy named Gao Qingchen in your school who is more handsome than you."

"Young man, do you still know Gao Qingchen?"

Zhou Zijun's attention was indeed diverted. He took off the women's helmet he had prepared long ago from the handlebar, turned sideways and took off the peaked cap on Ou Yihan's head without much gentleness, and then buckled the helmet on her head.

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Ou Yihan's hair was pulled painfully by him, and she freed up a hand to pat him:

"What are you doing? My hair hurts."

Zhou Zijun pushed her hand away, buckled the helmet for her, then reached out and knocked on her helmet, snorting coldly,

"Damn, you actually dare to compare Gao Qingchen to me. He is the son of a gambler and will do anything to make money. Do you think he can compare to me?"

Ou Yihan held up her helmet and asked curiously:

"Is Gao Qingchen's father a gambler? What has he done to make money?"

Hearing this, Zhou Zijun's smile faded a bit, his handsome face suddenly approached her, and he said in a faint voice:

"Sister, don't inquire about things you shouldn't inquire about. Also, remember, your protagonist today is me. Don't mention other boys' names in front of me, otherwise I will be angry."

Ou Yihan opened her mouth and wanted to ask a few more questions.

Zhou Zijun didn't give her a chance, and reached out to pull off the glass mask on her helmet and fasten it.

What Ou Yihan wanted to say was blocked inside the helmet.

After Zhou Zijun fastened his helmet mask, he took a look at Ou Yihan's strange sitting posture.

He pointed at his waist and motioned for her to hug him. Ou Yihan opened her eyes stupidly and didn't understand what he meant.

Zhou Zijun smiled and said nothing more.

It doesn't matter, she will hug her sooner or later when the car starts riding.

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