When they arrive at school, it is time for students to enter the school.

When Boke got out of the car and saw so many people, his heart was refused, a million refusals.

The sacrifice Xiong Xiong was overjoyed, and for a while he didn't expect that his master's dilapidated body didn't like to be close to others, so he took his hand and ran into the school.

"Brother, look at whether this place is very big, I'll take you to see my classroom."

Boke tightened his hands and walked in, despite all the discomfort.

He also has an inquiry in his heart, this is the so-called school? Anyone else can go to it, but the school he can't go to?

There are so many people that it's a hell on earth.

At this moment, Boke loved his parents a little more.

Good fellows, they've always understood him so well.

When the classroom arrived, there were only fifteen children in a class, and each of them was only about a meter away from each other, and it still looked crowded.

Boke's perspective seems to be like this, and this distance is spacious enough for a normal person.

Sacrifice Xiong Xiong came to his place and sat down, put his schoolbag in a drawer, "My classroom has arrived, brother, you should pay attention to safety when you go back by yourself." ”

Boke nodded, looked around as if he was familiar with her living environment, and turned to stop staying in this place of right and wrong.

Sai Xiong Xiong was a little uneasy, and commanded the bodyguards around him, "Go and send my brother to each other, he is not in good health, I am afraid that he will encounter any emergencies." ”

The bodyguards hesitated for a moment, and one of them nodded, "Yes, miss." ”

Mr. Bo told them that they couldn't leave Miss for half a step.

But... The young master is as important as the young lady, the young lady has ordered, so let's go for a while.

Boke walked on the playground, his weird and miserable skin was too unusual, attracting onlookers.

There are also many parents who send their babies to school, most of them are either rich or expensive, and they always look back at him from time to time.

There is a fork in the road in the Elementary School that connects to the Middle School, and as Bonke prepares to leave the school, he is undoubtedly stopped by the security guards.

The security guard scolded in a low voice, "It's time for class, and the students who come in can't go out." ”

Although Boke is considered to be the tallest junior high school student, his immature face at the age of fourteen still can't hide his age.

The security guard took him for a junior high school student and grabbed him by the arm and drove him to the fork in the middle school.

Boke's pupils dilated suddenly, and he took several steps back to avoid his touch, fear, nervousness, and irritability, filling his brain for a moment.

The violent feeling of rejection was like eating a cockroach by mistake, the hairs on his body stood up, his heart beat faster, and he even wanted to vomit, as if an invisible hand was holding his neck and couldn't breathe.

The security guard was a little displeased when he saw him hiding, "Go, go, go, go in." ”

He didn't bring bodyguards, and he wasn't a nobleman, squeamish.

However, he was soon slapped in the face.

The bodyguards who sacrificed Xiong Xiong chased after him, and saw that his body was shaking, holding his heart and gasping for breath.

The bodyguard was startled, and nervously came up to help him, "Young master! What happened to you! ”

His approach was even more repercussive, his steps staggered back, his eyes fierce and gloomy, "Get out!" ”

The bodyguard was frightened, standing at a loss, looking innocent.

Why are you so fierce......

It's better to be a young lady.

Although he said that, it seems that the young master is really going to have an accident!

Boke clutched his aching heart, his internal organs seemed to be hiding sparse needles, and he was rolling and piercing him every time he moved.

Something was wrong with him, his straight body curled up, his pale pink lips were bloodshot, and his big bony hands were torn apart, looking painful and tormented, and the pale that had been merged into the plaster was like a foot in a coffin.