Han Zhao walked directly with Jiang Sixu towards a vacant lot behind the teaching building.

Jiang Sixu was still very excited.

Carrying a school bag.

The excitement and excitement in my heart of "I actually Sister-in-law Han" lingered for a long time.

I didn't notice at all that Han Zhao didn't take him to the side of the gymnasium at all.

Instead, I found a small corner that is rarely populated and has no surveillance.

The boy looked around and hooked his lips in satisfaction.

Throw the bag aside.

"Come on."

Jiang Sixu was stupid.

Looking at Han Zhao's movements, he asked him very suspiciously.

"Brother Han, what's coming?"

Han Zhao didn't speak, but threw Jiang Sixu to the ground with a roundabout kick.

The young man lowered his eyelids slightly, and his long eyelashes covered most of the brown color, and he could only faintly glimpse a little coldness from the tea pupils.

The black hair swayed slightly with the boy's movements, revealing the boy's smooth forehead.

The young man hooked his thin pale lips slightly, and his voice was gentle.

"Aren't you good brothers with Wu Haochen? I think, good brother, you need to share everything together. ”

Jiang Sixu was lying on the ground with a confused expression.

He didn't know about Wu Haochen's beating at all.

So I couldn't keep up with Han Zhao's train of thought at all.

After all, in Wu Haochen's opinion, as a school bully, he is still a school bully on the same level as Han Zhao, and it is a very humiliating thing to be beaten down.

Even if he was beaten down by Han Zhao.

So this matter, he specially sealed it to prevent the group of cubs from the basketball team from spreading it.

And Jiang Sixu, as a friend who often expounds black history with him, can't tell him about this matter!

Jiang Sixu was lying on the ground, looking at Han Zhao mercilessly with a bewildered expression.

And the greetings were all greeted on his proud handsome face.

By the time Jiang Sixu was finally let go, he was already blue and swollen and couldn't see anyone.

Physically, nothing serious.

It's ugly.

Han Zhao clapped his hands, picked up his schoolbag and left with a comfortable expression.

Jiang Sixu was left alone to cry silently on the ground.

Brother Han is jealous of his appearance!

The cliff is like this!

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After Han Zhao left with his schoolbag, he walked directly out of the school gate and walked towards the bubble tea shop near the school.

The bubble tea shop is not big, the outside is glass, just enough to be able to see the inside.

Han Zhao stood at the door of the bubble tea shop, and at a glance saw Gu Qianqian sitting near the glass.

The girl hung her head slightly, and a strand of black hair swept across her white cheeks and fell to her chest.

The curvature of his hair was upturned, and his heart was itchy.

The girl seemed to be struggling with the textbook, her teeth clenching the tip of her pen, and her little face wrinkled.

Han Zhao couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

Looks like a good girl.

It's just that learning isn't quite like that.

But it's usually pretty well-behaved.

I also took careful notes in class.

Why can't you learn it?

Could it be that your brain is a little stupid?

It seems that he is not only a little man, but also a little fool.

Han Zhao pushed open the door of the milk tea shop with his schoolbag, thinking a little casually.

The moment Han Zhao pushed open the bubble tea shop and entered, there were already girls who couldn't help but want to scream.

- They covered their mouths alive and held back.

You must not have an image in front of a male god!

Han Zhao, as a handsome school bully, is still very famous.

Many girls take him as a male god, and even use secretly taken photos of him as screensavers.

When Han Zhao came in, many girls secretly guessed what he was doing when he came in.

After all, the school bully really doesn't look like Yazi who can drink milk tea.

However, to their surprise, the teenager not only walked to the cash register and ordered a cup of milk tea.

He also took a bear-shaped lollipop.

The boy's voice was languid.

"Another lollipop."