Chapter 321

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he has a round oval face with dark eyes and red cheeks. He is full of youthful and lively atmosphere. He has soybean milk in his left hand and fried dough sticks in his right hand. He eats with relish.

Little fat girl -- Wang Junhan!

And Wang Junhan on the opposite side has already noticed Qin Luo, and noticed the Xueba who made him be denounced countless times without any reason.

In an instant, Wang Junhan's face was gloomy, and even soybean milk was put on the steps.

"Good morning, Mr. Qin." Wang Jun cold voice line cold greetings.

That piercing cold, as if to freeze you in general.

Qin Luo smiles awkwardly: "early morning, classmate Wang."

to be honest, Qin Luo doesn't hate Wang Junhan, he just hates Cai surong.

So in the face of his own pit countless times of little fat girl, Qin Luo heart still has a little apology.

Of course, it's just an apology. It's impossible for Qin Luo to apologize.

Because in essence, Qin Luo didn't aim at Wang Junhan.

"I want to tell you something, classmate Qin."

"What?"

"Zhang Lei's business has nothing to do with me."

"Well, I know." Qin Luo nodded with a smile.

After all, having been neighbors with Wang Junhan for so many years, Qin Luo still knows her behavior. He can't do anything to hire a murderer to beat people.

Therefore, he did not trouble Wang Junhan at all.

"One more thing!" Wang Junhan took a deep breath and said seriously: "this semester's final exam, I will certainly surpass you."

Finish saying, Wang Jun cold head also did not return to walk away.

Walking with wind, but also a weight of more than a hundred beauties.

"Classmate Wang!"

"What!"

"Classmate, you forgot the soymilk."

“……” The next moment, Wang Jun ran away.

Shame, shame! Wang Junhan had the impulse to dig a hole and bury himself in a hole.

Is this a flight? Looking at Wang Junhan's back, Qin Luo touched his nose.

"Boom ~"

the deafening sound of the huge engine of Porsche attracted the attention of boys and girls at the school gate.

"Hiss, this is the Porsche 911, at least three million."

"When did a rich second generation come to our school?"

"Well, it's just a rich second generation..."

For a moment, boys and girls were talking.

Listening to the sour voice in his ear, Qin Luo's nose twitched slightly, and he smelled the faint sour smell in the air.

"A bunch of lemonade."

The next moment, Qin Luo opened the door with a smile.

Quiet, dead quiet.

Nearly a hundred students at the school gate stood in the same place with dull eyes.

What do they see? It's Qin Luo, not the second generation of rich people who came down from the 911!

"Dear, how can I see that man so familiar?"

"Nonsense, can you be familiar with it? That's the Xueba of our school. "

"Xueba? Qin Luo from class seven of senior three

"Nonsense, who else but him can afford the title?"

"I didn't expect him to drive a Porsche..."

“……”

A lot of learning slag, open mouth, finally did not speak.

Once upon a time, Qin Luo, like them, rode a 99 yuan bike to and from school, but after only two or three months, Qin Luo had already driven the luxury car that countless people dream of.