"Ren Ying is also coming to the City of Colors?"

Mu Qian was still slightly shocked when he heard the news from the mouth of the girl next to him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So I and Ren Ying sometimes text and chat these days, didn't they spend two cents more on each phone bill? Why don't you say anything about this Ren Ying! I have now begun to completely miss the delicious food she made......

The focus is on the future.

Song Shijing blinked: "Are you Buji Island?" ”

"I don't know, no one told me," Mu Qian looked around, and then shook his head a little speechlessly, "Okay, Miss, don't talk to me yet, I finally accumulated a little friendliness on the boys' side, and now you have overdrafted it." ”

Song Shijing held her chin with both hands and looked at Mu Qian a meter away with a smile.

The Demon King suddenly felt the urge to change his seat temporarily.

There were still a few minutes left in class, and the new students sat on the side without being introduced by Mr. Wu.

Last Monday, new transfer students were stunned by near-perfect results on their entrance exams.

And this Monday, the new transfer students were amazed by the fact that they were close to being super perfect when they entered the school......

When Mu Qian came to the school, at most, the students in the class were alarmed, and the handsome ones alarmed the class organization.

And when Song Shijing came to the school, the entire floor, no, the entire teaching building was alarmed, and the beauty alarmed the school leaders!

When Wen Yu dared to deal with the bugging incident, Song Shijing successfully took the first step to increase her influence in the school!

"The new girl is so beautiful, little fairy, is this? It feels like something that came out of a manga. ”

"How can that waist be so thin!"

"is so beautiful, in the future, you will either be a star or a red dust, don't you know what a red face is? It's not suitable for marriage at all. ”

Inside and outside the door, boys and girls are all kinds of discussions.

This kind of picture has a sense of déjà vu, and when Song Shijing was in the town, she was also greeted with such specifications.

However, there was also a Ren Ying who was already 'rooted' by Mu Qian's side back then, which made Song Shijing spend many twists and turns in order to get close to Mu Qian.

Fortunately, the road to revolution was tortuous, but the final result was certainly bright.

Mu Qian lay on the table silently, avoiding being affected by Song Shijing's beautiful aura, and thought about Ren Ying's side a little.

Ren Ying came to the City of Colors without telling herself, there may be two possibilities.

The first is that Ren Ying wants to surprise herself, and the second is because Ren Xingguo appeared here, and Ren Ying chased it after she got the news.

Ren Ying is not the kind of character who is too young a girl, she has lost her parents and worked hard in the business world for many years, she has an inner character of independent struggle.

In other words, it is very likely that Ren Xingguo or Ren Xingguo's power group also has clues in the City of Colors.

If you think about it, the City of Colors is definitely a place of right and wrong.

The local controller, the Wen family, has constant internal problems, and judging from Wen Yu's demeanor and the few words he complained about before, there is a crisis within the Wen family.

There is also the Zheng Lin incident and the attack on the police car, which can prove that the factional struggle within the Wen family is now almost white-hot.

The external power, the nominal controller and the one who provides refuge - Kunwu Mountain.

Because the City of Colors is close to the borders of the Kunwu Mountains' control territory, and there are 'neighbors' who covet the fat of the City of Colors, the name of which is not yet known.

In order to get his own help, he chased down the Lost Immortal Realm Committee here.

Ren Xingguo's organization.

In the minds of ordinary people, the City of Colors is the capital of light industry, the place with the most developed service industry, and the world-famous trading place.

But in the eyes of various forces, this is interests, wealth, and the so-called battleground for soldiers.

"It's still the simplicity of the demon world," Mu Qian sighed, lying there groggy and about to sleep.

Although the demon world is chaotic, it generally follows a pyramid-like hierarchy, and the rating standard of the hierarchy is the strength of an individual or race.

Maybe it's also because of the complexity of the human world that so many beautiful and brilliant cultures were born, so that the Demon King can't extricate himself from it.

Mu Qian is really going to sleep, and the weekend sleep is not enough, and the sleepy soul of class has been awakened.

Hearing the class bell in a daze, Mu Qian remembered that this was a new school, and forcibly propped up his head with his left hand.

Suddenly, something furry ran across my face and it felt a little itchy.

Mu Qian opened his eyes and subconsciously jumped up from his seat!

What the heck!

Uh, it's a little cushion with a cute girly motif on it.

Mu Qian looked at Song Shijing on the side speechlessly, and Song Shijing, who was sitting there with her waist straight, quietly gave him a 'yes' scissor hand.

Isn't this the one that Song Shijing used to watch Mu Qian sleep in class, and deliberately used half of the volume of the schoolbag to install a pillow for Mu Qian, so that he could sleep at least comfortably.

Poor little Song's caring heart......

"Classmate Zhen? Is there anything wrong with you? ”

On the podium, Mr. Wu, the head teacher who had just entered the door, reminded with a smile: "Class is about to start, just put away the pillow for rest...... The teacher has been teaching for ten years, and it is the first time to see a student with a pillow to go to school. ”

Even if Mu Qian is thick-skinned and doesn't care about his surroundings, it will be inevitable embarrassment at this time.

I don't know who laughed, there were big and small laughter in the whole class, and Chen Xin, who was sitting in front, turned his head and looked at it, and couldn't help but smile.

Mu Qian held his forehead a little helplessly, sat back in his seat, and picked up the pillow and was about to smash it towards Song Shijing.

Of course, it only has to use the strength of ordinary people.

Song Shijing raised her hands beside her face in fright, which made the boys comment on her a few more points:

"It's so cute." Boy No. 1 blushed.

"It's so playful." Boy No. 2 has a red face.

No. 3 ...... Dozen......

"Student Song," Mr. Wu showed a smile that the middle-aged man was not too mature, "Let's go to the podium and introduce myself." ”

"Hmm!" Song Shijing walked lightly to the podium, and the whole person seemed to have a halo, shining layer by layer on the entire classroom.

The school uniform design of the high school in this color capital is definitely a conscientious product designer, and the girl's short skirt is just right to reject the color, but it is full of youthful and beautiful collagen.

Saliva flooded the corners of the boys' mouths.

"Hello everyone, I'm Song Shijing, a student who transferred from a special school, but my academic performance is very poor, I hope you will take care of me!"

Song Shijing paused, and then looked at Mu Qian.

Mu Qian knew that something was going to happen, bowed his head, threw the pillow back to Song Shijing's seat, and instantly began to play the role of passerby A.

"The purpose of transferring is to be able to get along with Zhen Muqian, but don't worry, we will definitely not affect everyone's normal learning! I don't do anything bad at school. ”

We...... Who is with you and we ...... I haven't done anything to be ashamed of, and I dare to say these two words 'we'!

Mu Qian piled up two books and buried himself, simply pretending not to know this guy.

And when Song Shijing finished this entrance speech, I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and in the corner of the front row, a girl pursed her lips and lowered her head to think about something.