The Ultimate Student in the City

Although one is an ugly scumbag and the other is a beautiful schoolmaster, the two are not two parallel lines that will never intersect. They have something in common. For example, they are both students of Xialiu Middle School. For example, They are all in the fourth class, and they are still in the front desk relationship...

In the three years before and after the table, Pan Xiaoyan never took the initiative to say a word to Li Zedao, nor did Li Zedao, but Li Zedao faced this back, breathed the extremely pleasant smell from her body, and slept beautifully for three years... …

After the high school entrance examination, Li Dahai begged his grandpa to sue his grandma, and tried every means to send Li Zedao to Meizhong High School. Later, Li Zedao heard that Pan Xiaoyan had entered No. 1 Middle School, the best middle school in Fenghuang City. It becomes two parallel lines that never intersect.

But looking at it now, the two lines seem to be parallel, but they are actually not parallel. Otherwise, how could they meet now?

As if to describe the expression on Pan Xiaoyan's face now, it must be "surprised", "unbelievable", "unbelievable" and similar words.

She knows that there is a saying that women have changed at eighteen. For example, when she sometimes sees pictures of herself when she was young, she will feel that she was so fat and ugly when she was young, but now... eighteen has changed.

But it seems that there is no such thing as the eighteenth male transformation, right? What's more, it's only been a few years since graduating from junior high school? Nearly four years, four years can make a boy change so much?

In my impression, Li Zedao has a thin body, a sallow complexion, dry, yellow and messy hair, just like a bird's nest, his eyes are dull and out of focus, and his clothes are ordinary, and you can even see patches... There are patches on clothes in this age, In fact, it is a very incredible thing, except of course the so-called trend.

And the boy in front of him was tall, handsome, sunny, well-dressed and well-dressed, trendy yet elegant, exuding an extremely noble aura from his body.

Therefore, no matter what Pan Xiaoyan said, he couldn't connect the boy in front of him with Li Zedao who was familiar with him but had no communication with him.

Li Zedao smiled, it is quite normal for the goddess in everyone's mind to have such a reaction, after all, his current image is really different from his previous image.

"A part-time job on Sunday?" Li Zedao asked.

"Oh... um..." Pan Xiaoyan responded with a shy smile, and nodded, "Part-time job... it's a way to train yourself, and earn some... um, tuition."

"So." Li Zedao nodded, "Then I'll buy two boxes."

"Uh... didn't you say...not authentic?" Pan Xiaoyan's voice was a little soft,

She felt that Li Zedao bought it because of the love of his classmates. This made her feel a little uncomfortable, and her self-esteem was causing trouble? Pan Xiaoyan doesn't know, the only thing she knows is that the classmate she once ignored completely needs her to look up to now.

"I only buy it if it's not authentic." Li Zedao said.

"...Okay, thank you, please follow me to the booth." Pan Xiaoyan felt that she couldn't keep up with the other party's thinking.

Two minutes later, the girl next to her came over, glanced at the back of Li Zedao who was leaving with two packs of coffee, and arched Pan Xiaoyan's arm with her elbow, smiling ambiguously: "Why? I saw the handsome guy Sichun." ?”

"Where is it?" Pan Xiaoyan quickly looked back.

"However, he is really handsome, and he looks very rich. I saw his wallet when he took out the money just now. I saw that wallet in a magazine. The latest Gucci model costs tens of thousands. The girl is both nympho and longing, "When will such a young and wealthy man take me away? Then I won't have to work so hard to sell coffee here."

"Wallet tens of thousands?" Pan Xiaoyan was speechless, this is really unimaginable.

How did he suddenly become so rich? The land at home has been confiscated? But even if the land is confiscated and suddenly becomes very rich, it is still an upstart full of money, not a prince.

Pan Xiaoyan shook her head, threw those messy thoughts out of her head and said, "Don't be a nymphomaniac, hurry up and continue selling, or you will be scolded by the supervisor again."

As soon as the words fell, a man in a black suit suddenly appeared behind the girls, and shouted in a bad tone: "What are you doing? Gathering and chatting? Are you still working or not? Be careful, I will deduct your wages."

Pan Xiaoyan and the nympho girl quickly separated, like two frightened birds, and continued to sell coffee to passers-by.

"Authentic Indonesian cat poop coffee... Free coffee tasting. Sir, do you want to try our new coffee?" Pan Xiaoyan yelled at the passers-by with her crisp voice, but at the same time her eyes couldn't help but look In the direction towards Li Zedao, of course, Li Zedao's back was no longer visible at this time.

Pan Xiaoting didn't know why she looked in that direction, but it was undeniable that the huge contrast between the front and the back had deeply stimulated her, so much so that she still hadn't fully reacted to it yet. .

"Beauty, where is the cat poop coffee?" A grinning voice sounded beside her ear.

Pan Xiaoyan's spirit was not that concentrated, and her eyes didn't pay attention to her front, so she was startled by the sudden appearance of the voice, and took a step back involuntarily.

It wasn't until now that she saw three hip-hop young men with their heads dyed yellow standing in front of them, smiling and staring at her frivolously.

"Coffee..." Pan Xiaoyan looked down, only to realize that they had already drank the three cups of coffee that were originally on the tray, and there were only three empty cups left, so she looked at them and smiled apologetically.

"Just a moment, please," she said.

Then he hurried back and fetched three more cups of coffee on the tray: "Sir, the coffee is here."

The three men picked up the coffee on the tray one by one with a smile, and the one in the head sniffed it with enjoyment, and said with a smile, "It smells so good, but it doesn't smell as good as yours, haha..."

The two buddies standing next to him also laughed complacently, and echoed: "Beauty, really, the coffee smells better than you, why don't you give me a call?"

Pan Xiaoyan glanced at them vigilantly: "I'm sorry, it's during work, so... I'm sorry." Saying that, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Just as she turned to leave, she was grabbed by the arm.

"Beauty, give me your phone number. I don't have any malicious intentions. I just see that you look like a female star I like, so I want to make friends with you." The yellow hair in her hand giggled with a candle. Said.

"I... don't want to be friends with you... let go..." Pan Xiaoyan tried to break free, but the strength of the opponent's hand was so strong that she was in pain so much that she almost burst into tears.

"Give me a call and I'll let go... Tsk tsk, we seem to be flirting, haha..."

"You let go... I called someone..."

"I like girls yelling the most, flax falls... oh, don't... don't stop..." The man's expression was as wretched as it was, and his two buddies clapped their hands and laughed.

"You..." Painful and annoyed, Pan Xiaoyan turned around abruptly, and then slammed Huangmao's face hard with the tray in her hand that was used to put the coffee.

"Bang!" The tray made the most intimate contact with the Ning's disgusting face, but the tray is made of thin plastic, so it doesn't hurt that much when it hits the face.

But unprepared, Huang-haired man let go of Pan Xiaoyan's hand while screaming.

"Stinky bitch... how dare you hit me in the face? Do you know that I rely on my face to make a living? Brothers, smash it for me, smash their shit coffee stall..."

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Seeing that Pan Xiaoting and the three men were chattering, the supervisor walked over quickly.

The supervisor was tall and tall and looked like a leader, and the three little hooligans were a little too afraid to act rashly.

"You... what kind of bullshit company, why is the waiter's service attitude so bad?" The yellow-haired man rubbed his painful face and shouted, "I asked how much it is, can it be cheaper, guess what she said? Poor guy, get out of here if you don’t have money... Damn, am I a poor guy? Is this how you treat customers? I argued with her, damn, you hit me in the face with a tray? Believe it or not, I’ll call the police?"

The supervisor's face darkened, and he looked back at Pan Xiaoyan, who was clutching her wrist and feeling aggrieved, and said, "How did I train you? The customer is God, don't you understand?"

Pan Xiaoyan was even more wronged, her eyes were already a little red: "Director...I..."

"What me? Apology." The supervisor's attitude was tough, and Pan Xiaoyan was not allowed to explain anything.

Pan Xiaoyan was wronged again, sometimes stubborn: "I...that's right...it's them..."

"Director, Xiaoyan is not wrong, I saw it..." The nympho woman on the side said aloud, "They wanted Xiaoyan's phone number, and they still held her arm and refused to let her go..."

"Don't you need to sell coffee?" The supervisor looked at the nymphomaniac coldly, "Believe it or not, I fired you?"

The nympho gave Pan Xiaoyan an apologetic and sympathetic look, and left resentfully.

"Apologize, sincerely apologize to the customer." The supervisor looked back at Pan Xiaoyan and said.

The three yellow-haired men sneered, their expressions very smug.

"I...that's right, I don't apologize." Pan Xiaoyan gritted her teeth redly, with an aggrieved and persistent expression.

"Get out if you don't apologize, and you don't even want to get a dime of the previous part-time job, because you have damaged the company's image." The supervisor said coldly.

Pan Xiaoyan burst into tears of grievance: "You...you are too much!"

too much? Who told you to reject Lao Tzu's "good intentions"? It is your honor that I am willing to sleep with you, do you know that? While sneering in his heart, he said coldly again: "Apologize or get out, you choose one!"

A sudden voice rang out: "You can choose whether to hit the left cheek or the right cheek."