Kyoto Conservatory of Music.

It was already nine o'clock when Jiang Yunli returned to the dormitory.

The roommates play games and practice songs.

Seeing that Jiang Yunli was back, the roommates looked at it together, and naturally saw the dazzling rose on Jiang Yunli's chest at a glance.

"Fuck !!"

"Are you serious about posting that circle of friends? Is there really a partner? ”

"Who's who, who's? Where's the sacred, buddy, take out the picture and take a look. ”

The roommates blew up.

"You don't know, the whole school is full of heartbroken voices right now."

Jiang Yunli is a freshman in the pop music department, and the day the freshman registered, it caused a big sensation.

Just now, Jiang Yunli just took a video of kissing roses, sang a love song, and posted a circle of friends, which caused a sensation in the whole school.

Wang Yiyang, who slept on his bed, reached out to take the rose: "Come, let me see how charming the lip print on the rose is." ”

It's just that his salty pig hand hasn't touched the flowers yet, and he was slapped away by Jiang Yunli: "Go to the edge, don't touch my flowers." ”

"Yo, yo, yo, this is protected, isn't it? Brothers. ”

"Who the hell is that man? Fooling you like this. ”

Jiang Yunli pulled out the chair and sat in lazily, the rose was against her lips, the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily, and she said lightly: "My goddess." ”

The knobby fingers seemed to caress the studs on the ears, feeling the outline of the apricot petals.

No one knew that Qianjiao was his goddess, the goddess who had been looking up to him for four years.

When he was 14 years old, he was expelled from school because of a fight.

In a fit of anger, his parents sent him from Shanghai to Kyoto, where his grandparents were located, and after transferring to Kyoto No. 1 Middle School, his irritable temper still could not be restrained, and he was full of thorns.

Every school will have a school bully-level character, and the little bully who was rampant in Kyoto No. 1 Middle School at that time was Qianjiao's younger brother, Qianfan.

And one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, after one thorn meets another thorn head, the smoke of war will rise every time, and the two of them can't see each other and make a lot of trouble.

Until one Friday, a second-year high school bully came to find Qianfan Stubble Rack and blocked the entrance of the school alley with a steel rod.

Jiang Yunli rode by, just in time to hear the group of gangsters say that they want to have a thousand sails.

He didn't want to care, but the school bully recognized him and knew that a rich second generation had recently been transferred from Shanghai to No. 1 Middle School, so the school bully stopped his car and said with disdain: "You are Jiang Yunli?" ”

Jiang Yunli stepped on the pedal with one foot and the ground with the other, and looked coldly: "Let go." ”

"I heard you had a holiday with Qianfan? It just so happens that I also see that kid is unhappy, so stay here and teach him a lesson with me? The vocational high school bully said while curiously fiddling with his mountain bike, this car is not cheap at first glance, and the transmission alone is not simple.

Jiang Yunli watched the pair of salty pig hands with mud in their fat nails moving to his car, frowned, he got out of the car, hung his schoolbag on the handlebar, and then raised his leg and kicked directly on the stomach of the school bully.

"Can't understand people?"

The school bully was kicked out of a long distance, lying on the ground and whimpering in pain, and after a few seconds of confusion, he gritted his teeth and got up: ", you and Qianfan Laozi will clean up together today!" ”

These words just floated into the ears of Qian Fan who was passing by.

As soon as he heard that he was rushing from himself, Qian Fan rushed up without saying a word: "Who the hell are you cleaning up?" Well? ”

A group of teenagers fought at the mouth of the alley, but even if Jiang Yunli and Qianfan could fight, they couldn't beat the four or five people opposite, and gradually gained the upper hand.

Just as the steel rod was about to smash into Qianfan's leg, a pleasant but clear sound sounded.

"Who dares to touch my brother?"