This morning was mainly to distribute books, collect tuition, hand in summer homework, and then meet with the teachers of various subjects. In addition to some brief exchanges with a few classmates around him and some students who had a good time in his previous life, Wang Bo spent most of his time looking at his classmates and teachers.

Everyone, whether it was a classmate or a teacher, he hadn't seen him for almost fifteen or sixteen years. Except for a few one or two, everyone's images in Wang Bo's mind stopped fifteen or sixteen years ago, at first glance, looking at these classmates, teachers and friends with the same faces, conservative clothes, slightly unfamiliar words, and old teachers, Wang Bo would have a sense of confusion and absurdity in time and space from time to time. This kind of confusion and absurdity rarely came out of Wang Bo's heart when facing his parents, relatives and friends, but now, when fifty or sixty acquaintances from his previous life appeared in front of him in an instant, that feeling was particularly strong, so strong that he had to pinch himself from time to time to verify that it was a real existence at this moment, not an illusory dream that was too real to distinguish between true and false!

Near noon, the head teacher Xiao Jinsong suddenly announced that he would have a holiday in the afternoon and start classes tomorrow. Those who haven't played enough, haven't woken up - when talking about this, Xiao Jinsong deliberately paused, and looked at Wang Bo, a burst of laughter followed, Xiao Jinsong smiled with satisfaction and continued to say Those who are still distracted, take advantage of the afternoon half a day to have a good time, sleep well, and collect your heart. However, as soon as today passes, he hopes that everyone will be in the best state and use the best mood to meet the journey of the second year of high school.

Xiao Jinsong's speech unsurprisingly won everyone's applause, and even Wang Bo applauded hypocritically. Although he had a smile on his face, he had a headache in his heart. Xiao Jinsong's words sounded like a surprise to the rest of the people, and a reward for the school's understanding, but in Wang Bo's ears, he once again realized that his free and easy life was about to go away, and what greeted him was not a "journey", but a "prison disaster" without any freedom.

Can a South Korean really get used to running to North Korea? Wang Bo, who has always claimed to be a liberal, has not yet begun to experience this. It's already starting to retreat.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of school, the entire hollow-shaped building, like a huge beehive, began to spit out swarms of bees. Wang Bo called Liu Wei, a neighbor Liao Xiaoqing, Li Yang and his friend Lin Wenjian, and the five of them slowly left the school with the flow of people. There are two directions out of the school, one is the main entrance of the school. One is the back door. Because except for Liu Wei, who is a resident student, the other four are all day students, and most of them ride bicycles to school, so everyone followed a large group of day students towards the back door where the carport was located, intending to pick up the car first. Because Wang Bo, Lin Wenjian, Liao Xiaoqing and Li Yang's bicycles were not together, Wang Bo and the other four agreed that everyone would meet on the side of the road near the door.

In the morning, he and Tang Jian were late. There are no good parking spaces near the door, and a few people can only find some places to park. In the bustling, like the carport of the vegetable market, Wang Bo was easy to find for a while. It took four or five minutes to find my mountain bike.

Unlock, push the cart, and move slowly forward behind the army of bikes. Wang Bo looked east and west. Soon a familiar figure was spotted in the traffic on the left front.

Zhong Jiahui!

A beautiful girl he had a crush on for a few years in his previous life, but he didn't know her name from Lin Wenjian's mouth until today.

Zhong Jiahui wore a yellow T-shirt today, the T-shirt is obviously waist-cinching, and the waist is flush to both sides. It shows a perfect waist shape that is not easy to hold. Above the waist, it is still plump and straight, but it is not too big and too big in Wang Bo's impression. In Wang Bo's impression, Zhong Jiahui has always been a typical representative of "big breasts and round buttocks" among the girls in the fourth middle school, and in his eyes, it exists as "minus points" and "criticism".

But after more than ten years, when Wang Bo looked at it from the perspective of a mature man in his thirties, Zhong Jiahui, a seventeen-year-old girl, was not at all the exaggerated forward and backward tilt in his impression, whether it was her chest or buttocks. Zhong Jiahui's breasts are indeed taller and rounder than her peers, and they do feel "grand", but the degree of "grandeur" is actually limited. According to Wang Bo's estimate, it can only be said that she developed one or two years earlier than her peers, not quite like the little girl in the first and second years of high school who gives people the inherent impression of being more "flat", for example, she is much inferior to Tian Xin, especially Jiang Mei, a mature woman in her twenties who has given birth to a child.

And Zhong Jiahui's tun department, now it seems, is not as round and fat as Wang Bo imagined. Like Liang Ya, Zhong Jiahui is also wearing a pair of jeans today. Wang Bo deliberately glanced at the girl's tun a few times, and it was quite upright, but the fat in his impression was far from being talked about.

Therefore, under Wang Bo's current gaze, Zhong Jiahui, a 17-year-old girl, is indeed the best and most well-developed of the girls in the fourth middle school in terms of figure alone, which is not even comparable to Liang Ya, who is 1.7 meters tall. Liang Ya is tall, but both her breasts and her buttocks are a little thin.

"In my previous life, how could I hate Zhong Jiahui's boobs and buttocks?" Wang Bo looked at Zhong Jiahui's back and silhouette, and felt quite incredible, and in the end he could only be explained by the fact that he was too lonely and unheard at that time, "seeing little and knowing narrowly".

As he walked, he looked at the girl's back. If it was him before, at this moment, he would probably be very uncalm, his palms were sweaty and his heart was flustered, but now, Wang Bo found that his heart was still a little turbulent, but this kind of turbulence has almost dropped to the point of facing Liao Xiaoqing and Sun Li, these beauties - he will be happy, and his heart will be slightly strange, but that's all, and the white mind and panic when facing Liang Ya are completely two different concepts.

One is love, the other is love, something like that.

"Killer, why did it take so long to come out?" said Liu Wei, who was the first to stand on the side of the road and wait for everyone. Next to him, Liao Xiaoqing, Li Yang and Lin Wenjian, who had already pushed the bicycle out, were chatting with each other.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find the car for a while. Wang Bo said, "Let's go, let's hurry up, otherwise there will probably be no seats." Viagra, you take my car. Wang Bochong Liu Wei said.

At this time, they found out that Wang Bo's shotgun was not only his clothes, but also the car under his buttocks. Lin Wenjian's expression did not change, he was still smiling, Li Yang glanced at Wang Bo's car, slightly surprised, and then turned his gaze to Liao Xiaoqing next to him. Liao Xiaoqing glared at Li Yang, his expression was a little unnatural.

And Liu Wei, Wang Bo's tablemate, had a look of envy flashing quickly from his eyes behind the lenses.

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