Slag Girl Illustrated Book

The emotions in his eyes are very complicated. She was still a young girl, she was only in the third grade, and she was already in the third grade of high school, and she was studying in Nancheng No.1 Middle School.

It was a coincidence that she knew each other. At that time, she was stopped by a few senior boys in the street asking for contact information.

I just passed by on a motorcycle and bought cigarettes at a small convenience store nearby.

The sun was too shining, and the footsteps of "Da Da Da" were a bit hurried.

She walked over directly, climbed into his car, hugged him by the waist, and told the boys that she was her boyfriend and came to pick her up.

Song Ci didn't care about the little girl at the time. He loved freedom. Although his grades were very good, he was definitely not a good student!

Smoking, drinking and fighting, he knows everything!

Except for not skipping classes, everything else is almost the absolute opposite of good school spirit and discipline!

He basically dominated Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.

The Student Union is very powerful and has rights, but it is skipped by Song Ci.

Your Brother Song just doesn't wear school uniform, just smokes, drinks and fights, but your Song brother has good grades!

I didn't participate in major competitions too much. The second year of high school pointed to that young genius Tang Yu to win the glory of the school, and the glory of the third year was on the shoulders of Song Ci alone.

Except for academic competitions, roller skating, tennis, and snooker, your Song brother is awesome!

A mess of certificates sent to the school!

Not convinced!

The student union arrested Song Ci for violating discipline, and the teacher above would silently eliminate it for him if he saw it.

After all, except for those objective reasons, the four buildings expanded by Nancheng No. 1 Middle School were donated by the Baolujia Group...

This is really the gaze from the food and clothing parents, enough for everyone to open one eye and close one eye.

This little girl has a tender face. She is wearing the uniform of a junior high school student. She is so small and dare to say that she is his girlfriend!

Song Ci bit his cigarette with no expression on his face. Those boys should be from eighth middle school. Is there anyone in this high school student circle who doesn't know Song Ci? funny?

He didn't even dare to come over to say hello, so he just slipped away.

Seeing someone left, the little one didn't get out of the car, and was still sitting.

Song Ci frowned slightly, with a cigarette between his fingers, and smoke rings from his mouth. There were many girls who confessed to him, but this kid was the first one to take advantage of him and eat tofu.

"Little things, people are gone, get out of the car." There is no emotion in these words, if you really want to say, it might be a little bit fierce.

He didn't like to play with his sisters at home since he was a child.

"You can't send me off, you can't be so fierce?" Her eyes sparkled clearly with interest in his locomotive.

Song Ci sneered, but he had a better impression of this trifle. The little girl rarely liked motorcycles.

"Why should I send you?" There was a smile in his eyes, but his words were not very polite.

Ruan Xihe pursed her mouth to express her dissatisfaction. She just didn't get out of the car and hugged Song Ci hard. The third grade of junior high school has already begun to develop. It's summer again, and the touch is very obvious. .

Song Ci was a little unnatural, and let out a smoke ring: "Get off the car, I'm going home."

The little girl got out of the car reluctantly, but her eyes went round and round in his car.

Walked to the bus booth in front of him.

This figure looked strangely pitiful.

Song Ci looked back, ready to leave after smoking the cigarette.

This kind of small cigarette smoked hard, he threw the cigarette **** on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

Looking up inadvertently, he found that Xiao Budian was still waiting in the bus booth.

Yes, there are few cars here. I heard from classmates inadvertently before that it is difficult to get to the sky when waiting for the bus here.

Ruan Xihe sat on the bench and looked at the direction of the bus.

Today is a big day, and she didn't bring a parasol, her face flushed from the sun, and the tip of her nose was sweating finely.

The car is so slow.

"Pattern!" A roar of locomotive sounded and stopped in front.

"Hey, little one."

Ruan Xihe looked up.

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