The full name of F4 is Flower 4, which means Flower Four.

When he first heard the title of such a contrived combination, Xiang Yu felt quite uncomfortable in his throat.

In the process of accompanying Ren Yi to watch the drama, he learned some information very passively and reluctantly - F4 is from the idol drama "Liu Xing Garden". As for the origin, it can be traced back to a comic "Flower Boy" in Neon Country, and subsequent Taiwanese dramas, mainland dramas and Korean dramas are all adapted from this comic.

F4 can be called the originator of idols.

Even if there was a period of time ago, Ren Yi still watched it with relish, which shows how amazing its charm is among the majority of girls in the second and second grades.

As for the adolescent Xiang Yu, after watching a few episodes with him, he developed symptoms of facial nerve disorders.

In particular, the corners of the mouth will inadvertently produce violent convulsions. After watching the drama, it took a while to recover.

Xiang Yu solemnly plucked his ears with his little thumb, and asked An Zhi again with an extremely serious attitude: "What did you just say?"

Facing the threatening eyes of his old friend, although An Zhi was puzzled, he still answered him attentively: "I said that I was going to see F4 at the beginning of school, is there any problem?"

At that moment, the whole world dimmed, and a strong light came down and shone directly on Xiang Yu.

Behind him, there seemed to be a rushing and roaring wave, mercilessly lapping at his body like a fallen leaf.

"Oh my God, what kind of sin have I done!"

The Mary Sue modifier still poisoned him immaturely: I really want to greet your whole family.

If the identity of the male and female protagonists is replaced, wouldn't he have to face four rich girls who are not in a normal mental state?

It's better to let him experience a bungee jump without a safety rope.

Frustrated, angry, and helpless, these negative emotions are like a loose little wild horse, trampling on him several times.

Imagining dragging the materialized Mary out and beating him violently, Xiang Yu's mood finally stabilized.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already ridden to the school gate.

"Hey......" An Zhi's mood looked even worse than him, and his whole face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

"You're so scared of F4?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a few sounds of "boom, boom, boom", and the roar of the sports car suddenly came.

The aunt who fried fried fritters on the street made perfect, and quickly cleaned up her stall, finally vacating an open space.

Four sports cars came at a hurry.

The one at the beginning is a very striking big red.

An Zhi almost whispered in a mournful voice: "It's F4, they're here!"

At the school gate, every student fled as if they were facing a great enemy. If you move slower, you can only pretend to look down at the ants.

The sports car stops and the doors open. The big red sports car got off the big red sports car, a fair girl with a wavy seaweed head, although her eyes were big, but her eyes showed a fierce light, and she had a vicious expression of "don't get in the way of the old lady".

They were followed by three other beautiful girls dressed in fashionable fashion.

F4 is here.

Xiang Yu looked sluggish, and the fritters that he didn't have time to chew fell out of his mouth.

It just so happened that this scene was seen by the seaweed wave-headed girl.

"Huh. She let out an extremely contemptuous laugh, looked at the movement of her hair, and her narcissistic expression, presumably thinking that Xiang Yu was shocked by her beauty.

Xiang Yu said that he was very innocent.

"You can't look at each other, you can't look at each other. ”

If you have a close connection with the female version of F4, you can follow Mary's way.

You can't let the modifier do what it wants.

Xiang Yu was about to learn from the classmates around him, looking down at the ants, Yuan Hongmei's phone call actually came.

I can't go unanswered on my mother's phone, this is a good opportunity to contact my feelings.

"Young master, I'm sorry, I'll call you now. Your father was busy and didn't answer my call, so he had to call you. ”

His mother's tone was cautious, Xiang Yu was very distressed, and he began to miss Comrade Yuan Hongmei who was anxious to yell at him.

"Aunt Yuan, if there's anything, just say it. ”

"That's right, there's something wrong with that Lamborghini and it's going to be repaired. I'm going out to buy groceries today, and I don't know which one to drive. ”

Xiang Yu: "......"

It seems like...... It's a very distressing question.

"Aunt Yuan, you can drive the sports car in the garage casually. I think that Maybach is very much in line with your temperament, especially in the atmosphere of the wet market, what do you think?"

"But I prefer to drive a Bentley. ”

"Bentley can too. In the future, Aunt Yuan will treat my house as your own home, and you don't need to ask for my opinion at all if you drive a sports car to buy vegetables. ”

"That's embarrassing. ”

The two chatted for a few more words, and Xiang Yu hung up the phone.

"Hey......"

My mother's attitude towards herself is still a little estranged, which makes Xiang Yu feel very sad.

In his mind, he was imagining his mother driving a Bentley through the vegetable market, and the sudden drop in air temperature caused him to shiver.

When he looked up, he found that many people were looking at him with burning eyes, especially the seaweed wavy head girl.

"Heh, you have a Maybach and a Bentley?" the girl had a "I'm going to demolish you" expression.

"That's right. Xiang Yu didn't explain much, many of the sports cars in a garage he couldn't name, for fear of showing timidity.

The girl chuckled again and asked, "Then why don't you come to school?"

"I'm not going to drive. Moreover, my mom still has to drive to buy groceries. Xiang Yu replied truthfully, without a little moisture.

Suddenly, the whole street fell silent, and only the sound of hot oil and dough blending could be heard, and the "whirring" of the aunt as she sweated.

"Poof. ”

Behind the head of the seaweed waves, there stood a sweet-looking young lady, the first one who couldn't hold back and laughed.

The "Seaweed Wave Head" collapsed his whole face and glared at Xiang Yu angrily.

Hearing the whispers in the crowd, Xiang Yucai reacted that he was reckless - people drove sports cars to school happily, which made everyone envious, but he said that the sports car at home was specially used to buy vegetables, isn't this equivalent to stabbing people's hearts with a knife?

Realizing that he was wrong, Xiang Yu was an honest person, and immediately apologized sincerely, "I didn't mean that, you must not think too much." I've never seen a car in my garage, and my mom usually drives a Bentley to buy groceries. ”

Xiang Yu really doesn't know much about sports car brands, and only a few of them are recognized.

"Xiang Yu, you don't have to say a few words. ”

An Zhi panicked and reminded in a low voice.

"Did I say something wrong?" Xiang Yu said he was innocent.

"Haha. Although he obviously laughed twice, Xiang Yu felt the chill from the seaweed wave head, "You are sarcastic, I can only drive a Maserati, right, not even your grocery cart?"

"Hmm, your car is cheap?" Xiang Yu was stunned.

He thought that the economic conditions of F4 must be far superior to him. Sports cars are naturally superior to their own homes – both in terms of brand and price.

"Million-level is really not expensive in your eyes......"

The seaweed wave head wanted to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by Xiang Yu's exclamation: "Your car is only one million?"

In the world dominated by Mary Sue modifiers, how could the protagonist be so shabby, he thought that he would start with tens of billions or hundreds of billions at every turn.

It was he who made a mistake.

Seeing Xiang Yu shaking his head, the seaweed wave head that felt insulted clenched his fists angrily.

The people around her told her all about Xiang Yu's name and background.

Shao *** smiled and said: "Xiang Yu from the fifth class of the third year of high school, I remember you!"