A beast hidden in the heart of a teenager

Junsheng has a secret.

But he won't tell anyone.

Any teenager in the agitation of adolescence will have his own secrets, which are as easy to understand as a cat staring at fish outside a fish tank.

Being tortured by the freshness and heat in his body, he is like a thirsty porter on the yellow mud gang, and he will go to scrape together money to buy the village brew with sweat medicine in his body.

But Junsheng is different.

He is clean and delicate, fifteen-year-old thin but capable, from a poor family, he will never walk on the road and whistle loudly to the beautiful girls he sees for no reason, but because of his excellent grades and all-round sports, the pencil case is often put into a pink heart-shaped envelope by bold girls.

But he doesn't seem to be interested in this at all, he is very short of time, and he doesn't use the kung fu to press the road with the girls, and in his spare time, he often wears the thick plush toy cover, dressing up as a cute cartoon puppet to distribute flyers to the playground to the children, and by the way, look at the young couples who press the road at the entrance of the playground.

He saved the money from these odd jobs to pay for his high school tuition.

Because the orphanage is only responsible for the expenses of nine years of compulsory education.

At this time, Junsheng was lying on the table thinking about his secret, and the setting sun from the window hit his black hair through the transparent window lattice, casting a black shadow on the classroom floor.

A pair of feet in white canvas shoes appeared next to the black shadow, and a somewhat cramped but familiar voice sounded in Junsheng's ears.

"Hey."

He raised his head and saw that Chen Wenwen was lowering her head, her black hair covering her expression, she was tugging at the corner of her clothes, and her voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

Junsheng has never seen Chen Wenwen like this.

He has the impression that Chen Wenwen is the class flower of the thirty-first class of junior high school, with proud grades and a wealthy family, and after wearing a white dress, she is the most suitable female voice for the definition of a princess among the people he knows.

If all the boys in their school want to date the most in their school, then Chen Wenwen will definitely be at the top of the list, with the number of votes equal to the sum of the second to ninth places.

But at this time, Chen Wenwen is not like the usual Chen Wenwen at all, not generous at all, but a little cramped and shy.

There were only two of them in the classroom, Jun Sheng was the class leader in his hand, he held the key to the class in his hand, and he walked later than the student on duty every day, so the student on duty in the 31st class of junior high school rarely had the opportunity to hear the crisp sound of the lock tongue clenching.

Junsheng left late because he didn't have a separate room in the orphanage, and eight people between the ages of seven and fifteen were crammed into a palm-sized dormitory, stretching out their feet and touching other people's pillows, and besides, the lights were all turned off at half past nine in the dormitory, and he didn't have time to read and review at all.

So he had to stay in the school and use the free lights before the school was cleared to complete his homework and prepare.

Chen Wenwen is the secretary of the Youth League in the class, as the first and second leaders among the students, they usually cooperate a lot, and it is difficult to distinguish between them in terms of grades, but Chen Wenwen's family education is very strict, and there are rules for access control, so she leaves very early on weekdays, and I don't know why she stayed until the end this time.

Chen Wenwen knew that her face was so hot, she had never been so hot in her life, but she knew that if she didn't open her mouth this time, then she wouldn't have a chance in the future.

"Now." A beast hidden in the heart of a teenager

Junsheng has a secret.

But he won't tell anyone.

Any teenager in the agitation of adolescence will have his own secrets, which are as easy to understand as a cat staring at fish outside a fish tank.

Being tortured by the freshness and heat in his body, he is like a thirsty porter on the yellow mud gang, and he will go to scrape together money to buy the village brew with sweat medicine in his body.

But Junsheng is different.

He is clean and delicate, fifteen-year-old thin but capable, from a poor family, he will never walk on the road and whistle loudly to the beautiful girls he sees for no reason, but because of his excellent grades and all-round sports, the pencil case is often put into a pink heart-shaped envelope by bold girls.

But he doesn't seem to be interested in this at all, he is very short of time, and he doesn't use the kung fu to press the road with the girls, and in his spare time, he often wears the thick plush toy cover, dressing up as a cute cartoon puppet to distribute flyers to the playground to the children, and by the way, look at the young couples who press the road at the entrance of the playground.

He saved the money from these odd jobs to pay for his high school tuition.

Because the orphanage is only responsible for the expenses of nine years of compulsory education.

At this time, Junsheng was lying on the table thinking about his secret, and the setting sun from the window hit his black hair through the transparent window lattice, casting a black shadow on the classroom floor.

A pair of feet in white canvas shoes appeared next to the black shadow, and a somewhat cramped but familiar voice sounded in Junsheng's ears.

"Hey."

He raised his head and saw that Chen Wenwen was lowering her head, her black hair covering her expression, she was tugging at the corner of her clothes, and her voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

Junsheng has never seen Chen Wenwen like this.

He has the impression that Chen Wenwen is the class flower of the thirty-first class of junior high school, with proud grades and a wealthy family, and after wearing a white dress, she is the most suitable female voice for the definition of a princess among the people he knows.

If all the boys in their school want to date the most in their school, then Chen Wenwen will definitely be at the top of the list, with the number of votes equal to the sum of the second to ninth places.

But at this time, Chen Wenwen is not like the usual Chen Wenwen at all, not generous at all, but a little cramped and shy.

There were only two of them in the classroom, Jun Sheng was the class leader in his hand, he held the key to the class in his hand, and he walked later than the student on duty every day, so the student on duty in the 31st class of junior high school rarely had the opportunity to hear the crisp sound of the lock tongue clenching.

Junsheng left late because he didn't have a separate room in the orphanage, and eight people between the ages of seven and fifteen were crammed into a palm-sized dormitory, stretching out their feet and touching other people's pillows, and besides, the lights were all turned off at half past nine in the dormitory, and he didn't have time to read and review at all.

So he had to stay in the school and use the free lights before the school was cleared to complete his homework and prepare.

Chen Wenwen is the secretary of the Youth League in the class, as the first and second leaders among the students, they usually cooperate a lot, and it is difficult to distinguish between them in terms of grades, but Chen Wenwen's family education is very strict, and there are rules for access control, so she leaves very early on weekdays, and I don't know why she stayed until the end this time.

Chen Wenwen knew that her face was so hot, she had never been so hot in her life, but she knew that if she didn't open her mouth this time, then she wouldn't have a chance in the future.

"Now." A beast hidden in the heart of a teenager

Junsheng has a secret.

But he won't tell anyone.

Any teenager in the agitation of adolescence will have his own secrets, which are as easy to understand as a cat staring at fish outside a fish tank.

Being tortured by the freshness and heat in his body, he is like a thirsty porter on the yellow mud gang, and he will go to scrape together money to buy the village brew with sweat medicine in his body.

But Junsheng is different.

He is clean and delicate, fifteen-year-old thin but capable, from a poor family, he will never walk on the road and whistle loudly to the beautiful girls he sees for no reason, but because of his excellent grades and all-round sports, the pencil case is often put into a pink heart-shaped envelope by bold girls.

But he doesn't seem to be interested in this at all, he is very short of time, and he doesn't use the kung fu to press the road with the girls, and in his spare time, he often wears the thick plush toy cover, dressing up as a cute cartoon puppet to distribute flyers to the playground to the children, and by the way, look at the young couples who press the road at the entrance of the playground.

He saved the money from these odd jobs to pay for his high school tuition.

Because the orphanage is only responsible for the expenses of nine years of compulsory education.

At this time, Junsheng was lying on the table thinking about his secret, and the setting sun from the window hit his black hair through the transparent window lattice, casting a black shadow on the classroom floor.

A pair of feet in white canvas shoes appeared next to the black shadow, and a somewhat cramped but familiar voice sounded in Junsheng's ears.

"Hey."

He raised his head and saw that Chen Wenwen was lowering her head, her black hair covering her expression, she was tugging at the corner of her clothes, and her voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

Junsheng has never seen Chen Wenwen like this.

He has the impression that Chen Wenwen is the class flower of the thirty-first class of junior high school, with proud grades and a wealthy family, and after wearing a white dress, she is the most suitable female voice for the definition of a princess among the people he knows.

If all the boys in their school want to date the most in their school, then Chen Wenwen will definitely be at the top of the list, with the number of votes equal to the sum of the second to ninth places.

But at this time, Chen Wenwen is not like the usual Chen Wenwen at all, not generous at all, but a little cramped and shy.

There were only two of them in the classroom, Jun Sheng was the class leader in his hand, he held the key to the class in his hand, and he walked later than the student on duty every day, so the student on duty in the 31st class of junior high school rarely had the opportunity to hear the crisp sound of the lock tongue clenching.

Junsheng left late because he didn't have a separate room in the orphanage, and eight people between the ages of seven and fifteen were crammed into a palm-sized dormitory, stretching out their feet and touching other people's pillows, and besides, the lights were all turned off at half past nine in the dormitory, and he didn't have time to read and review at all.

So he had to stay in the school and use the free lights before the school was cleared to complete his homework and prepare.

Chen Wenwen is the secretary of the Youth League in the class, as the first and second leaders among the students, they usually cooperate a lot, and it is difficult to distinguish between them in terms of grades, but Chen Wenwen's family education is very strict, and there are rules for access control, so she leaves very early on weekdays, and I don't know why she stayed until the end this time.

Chen Wenwen knew that her face was so hot, she had never been so hot in her life, but she knew that if she didn't open her mouth this time, then she wouldn't have a chance in the future.

"Now." A beast hidden in the heart of a teenager

Junsheng has a secret.

But he won't tell anyone.

Any teenager in the agitation of adolescence will have his own secrets, which are as easy to understand as a cat staring at fish outside a fish tank.

Being tortured by the freshness and heat in his body, he is like a thirsty porter on the yellow mud gang, and he will go to scrape together money to buy the village brew with sweat medicine in his body.

But Junsheng is different.

He is clean and delicate, fifteen-year-old thin but capable, from a poor family, he will never walk on the road and whistle loudly to the beautiful girls he sees for no reason, but because of his excellent grades and all-round sports, the pencil case is often put into a pink heart-shaped envelope by bold girls.

But he doesn't seem to be interested in this at all, he is very short of time, and he doesn't use the kung fu to press the road with the girls, and in his spare time, he often wears the thick plush toy cover, dressing up as a cute cartoon puppet to distribute flyers to the playground to the children, and by the way, look at the young couples who press the road at the entrance of the playground.

He saved the money from these odd jobs to pay for his high school tuition.

Because the orphanage is only responsible for the expenses of nine years of compulsory education.

At this time, Junsheng was lying on the table thinking about his secret, and the setting sun from the window hit his black hair through the transparent window lattice, casting a black shadow on the classroom floor.

A pair of feet in white canvas shoes appeared next to the black shadow, and a somewhat cramped but familiar voice sounded in Junsheng's ears.

"Hey."

He raised his head and saw that Chen Wenwen was lowering her head, her black hair covering her expression, she was tugging at the corner of her clothes, and her voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

Junsheng has never seen Chen Wenwen like this.

He has the impression that Chen Wenwen is the class flower of the thirty-first class of junior high school, with proud grades and a wealthy family, and after wearing a white dress, she is the most suitable female voice for the definition of a princess among the people he knows.

If all the boys in their school want to date the most in their school, then Chen Wenwen will definitely be at the top of the list, with the number of votes equal to the sum of the second to ninth places.

But at this time, Chen Wenwen is not like the usual Chen Wenwen at all, not generous at all, but a little cramped and shy.

There were only two of them in the classroom, Jun Sheng was the class leader in his hand, he held the key to the class in his hand, and he walked later than the student on duty every day, so the student on duty in the 31st class of junior high school rarely had the opportunity to hear the crisp sound of the lock tongue clenching.

Junsheng left late because he didn't have a separate room in the orphanage, and eight people between the ages of seven and fifteen were crammed into a palm-sized dormitory, stretching out their feet and touching other people's pillows, and besides, the lights were all turned off at half past nine in the dormitory, and he didn't have time to read and review at all.

So he had to stay in the school and use the free lights before the school was cleared to complete his homework and prepare.

Chen Wenwen is the secretary of the Youth League in the class, as the first and second leaders among the students, they usually cooperate a lot, and it is difficult to distinguish between them in terms of grades, but Chen Wenwen's family education is very strict, and there are rules for access control, so she leaves very early on weekdays, and I don't know why she stayed until the end this time.

Chen Wenwen knew that her face was so hot, she had never been so hot in her life, but she knew that if she didn't open her mouth this time, then she wouldn't have a chance in the future.

"Now." A beast hidden in the heart of a teenager

Junsheng has a secret.

But he won't tell anyone.

Any teenager in the agitation of adolescence will have his own secrets, which are as easy to understand as a cat staring at fish outside a fish tank.

Being tortured by the freshness and heat in his body, he is like a thirsty porter on the yellow mud gang, and he will go to scrape together money to buy the village brew with sweat medicine in his body.

But Junsheng is different.

He is clean and delicate, fifteen-year-old thin but capable, from a poor family, he will never walk on the road and whistle loudly to the beautiful girls he sees for no reason, but because of his excellent grades and all-round sports, the pencil case is often put into a pink heart-shaped envelope by bold girls.

But he doesn't seem to be interested in this at all, he is very short of time, and he doesn't use the kung fu to press the road with the girls, and in his spare time, he often wears the thick plush toy cover, dressing up as a cute cartoon puppet to distribute flyers to the playground to the children, and by the way, look at the young couples who press the road at the entrance of the playground.

He saved the money from these odd jobs to pay for his high school tuition.

Because the orphanage is only responsible for the expenses of nine years of compulsory education.

At this time, Junsheng was lying on the table thinking about his secret, and the setting sun from the window hit his black hair through the transparent window lattice, casting a black shadow on the classroom floor.

A pair of feet in white canvas shoes appeared next to the black shadow, and a somewhat cramped but familiar voice sounded in Junsheng's ears.

"Hey."

He raised his head and saw that Chen Wenwen was lowering her head, her black hair covering her expression, she was tugging at the corner of her clothes, and her voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

Junsheng has never seen Chen Wenwen like this.

He has the impression that Chen Wenwen is the class flower of the thirty-first class of junior high school, with proud grades and a wealthy family, and after wearing a white dress, she is the most suitable female voice for the definition of a princess among the people he knows.

If all the boys in their school want to date the most in their school, then Chen Wenwen will definitely be at the top of the list, with the number of votes equal to the sum of the second to ninth places.

But at this time, Chen Wenwen is not like the usual Chen Wenwen at all, not generous at all, but a little cramped and shy.

There were only two of them in the classroom, Jun Sheng was the class leader in his hand, he held the key to the class in his hand, and he walked later than the student on duty every day, so the student on duty in the 31st class of junior high school rarely had the opportunity to hear the crisp sound of the lock tongue clenching.

Junsheng left late because he didn't have a separate room in the orphanage, and eight people between the ages of seven and fifteen were crammed into a palm-sized dormitory, stretching out their feet and touching other people's pillows, and besides, the lights were all turned off at half past nine in the dormitory, and he didn't have time to read and review at all.

So he had to stay in the school and use the free lights before the school was cleared to complete his homework and prepare.

Chen Wenwen is the secretary of the Youth League in the class, as the first and second leaders among the students, they usually cooperate a lot, and it is difficult to distinguish between them in terms of grades, but Chen Wenwen's family education is very strict, and there are rules for access control, so she leaves very early on weekdays, and I don't know why she stayed until the end this time.

Chen Wenwen knew that her face was so hot, she had never been so hot in her life, but she knew that if she didn't open her mouth this time, then she wouldn't have a chance in the future.

"Now."

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