Shen Lan walked into the classroom and saw a malicious stick figure on his desk.

His most important relative, along with him, was painted into a coffin, and it was arrogantly written in red pen - the old immortal finally died with the little immortal.

Shen Lan slapped the table angrily, his pale face flushed, and his eyes were also full of red.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative.

And of course, his sick and weak body was quickly suppressed by tall and strong sports students.

His face was trampled on the soles of his feet, and the sports student sneered disdainfully: "Just because you are a short-lived ghost, you are also worthy of seducing Shangguan Qingqing?" ”

Depend on!

Luo Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be rude.

If you can't catch up with your own goddess, you will be angry with others.

What a garbage thing!

Looking at the time carefully, Luo Xiaoxiao said "slot" again, and he didn't care about his green hair, so he ran towards the school.

"Boss! Where are you going! Wait for us! Huang Mao hurriedly caught up with the other three.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Luo Xiaoxiao took out the speed of a 100-meter sprint and rushed into the first class of the third year of high school.

The students who were supposed to be sitting in their seats are now in a circle.

Luo Xiao snorted in his heart, squeezed through the crowd and rushed in.

Shen Lan stood up with the knocked table and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His face was pale, and his emaciated frame contrasted sharply with the muscular athletic student with the arms across from him.

Even though the figure was crumbling, his body was still full of cold arrogance, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Huang Ziming couldn't help but shudder.

The look in this man's eyes made him have no doubt that if he had a knife in his hand, he would stab it directly.

He was quickly enraged by his undeserved timidity, and scolded in a dry mouth:

"Look at what? Is Lao Tzu wrong? What should we do if you suddenly die in front of us one day and scare us? It's better to go home and die! Dare you do it with me......"

He clenched his fist and hit Shen Lan in the eye, deciding to teach him a lesson.

"Whew!"

With a miserable cry of pain, Huang Ziming had not recovered from the sharp pain in his eyes, and his face was trampled on the soles of his feet by a leather boot decorated with chains.

"Who!" He twisted his face desperately and yelled, "What bastard would dare to do it to me!" ”

"What are you calling your dad for?" Luo Xiaoxiao strained his feet and writhed on his face.

Give him back what he planned to do to Shen Lan in advance.

Huang Ziming finally turned his face a little, and bumped into a face with spicy makeup.

The green hair made him immediately think of the identity of the person in front of him: "Luo Xiaoxiao! Are you sick? ”

"Do you think that if you stand up for him, that little white face will like you?"

"Phew! You don't look in the mirror, just the way you look disgusting, which man can look at it! ”

"Well said!"

Luo Xiaoxiao gave him a round of applause.

"I didn't expect you to be so self-aware. also knows that no matter what you do, Shangguan Qingqing will not look down on you. ”

"I don't think you need to look in the mirror, after all, you are a skinned toad, hating alive, scary when you die, and you still want to eat swan meat?"

"You don't deserve fly meat!"

Huang Ziming's forehead was bruised, but even if he used his strength to feed, he couldn't lift the person who stepped on his face.

He picks the persimmon and pinches it softly.

Roaring angrily: "Shen Lan, you are a waste!" Let a woman stand out for you! ”