"Welcome to the Holy Night".

If you're stupid, oh no, if you're smart enough to ask what those six words are, then I'll tell you with great mercy! Actually, the thing in front of you that is as red as my aunt is a very traditional and commonly used banner with a higher appearance rate than me! I saw it stretch out its body, straighten its waist, and lie on top of the gate of the Sundae Noble Business School with the danger of being stabbed in the head and Pp, and the slightly miserable and bloody story made me cry tears of joy.

Today is the first day of friendship between the two schools, and those hours in the morning are occupied by the old-fashioned opening ceremony. Although Leng Yue didn't want to do this, the teacher at the school insisted on asking the Propaganda Department to make this disgusting thing, in order to save money [in fact, because Xingyin said that it was better to hang it up], Leng Yue agreed.

It's seven o'clock sharp, and the opening ceremony will start at eight o'clock sharp, so the Holy Eve will come from the opposite side at about half past seven. Of course, this information comes from Chen Xi, the most cheating and lazy reporter.

"Squeak-" The expensive Rolls-Royce made a sound on the asphalt road, and the driver on the side was in a cold sweat, for fear that he would accidentally damage the car and end up with a funeral.

Leng Yue, who was sitting in the back seat, looked indifferently at the rearview mirror, and after the driver who happened to look up was greeted by the sharp gaze of his own boss and His Royal Highness, he had to pull out a stiff smile and turn his head to ask Leng Yue: "Your Highness, I don't know if it stopped here?" ”

Leng Yue looked at the face that was already a little old expressionlessly, and then lowered her head to look at her watch, and the handsomeness of her gestures was even conveyed to the girls outside the car.

"You can go back and pick you up at school at five o'clock in the afternoon."

After saying that, Leng Yue opened the car door neatly and walked out. The driver, who thought he was fine, was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew that Leng Yue suddenly opened the door on the right side of the back seat, picked up Qiandao Xingyin, hugged his knees with one hand and let Qiandao Xingyin pillow with the other. The scene is beautiful and warm, of course, the sleeping Qiandao Xingyin doesn't know.

"Hey, does he have a girlfriend?"

"It seems to be, you see how many people match, don't think about it!"

"I hate it, I could have fantasized about it......"

The sound of footsteps moving away is more in line with Leng Yue's mood, after all, he is a person who hates noise. But he didn't realize that when his ears received the second sentence, the two pale lips outlined a beautiful arc.

"Brother, I'll take a look at the lobby first." Bingyue's long eyelashes flashed with a length that a boy shouldn't have, and in the blink of an eye after speaking, he ran quickly to the school, leaving not even a shadow.

The few people who arrived behind also got out of the car one after another, and with the footsteps of Leng Yue, the shadows on the ground were mottled and overlapped. And their steps were very light, very light, because they couldn't bear to break this beautiful scene in front of them.

On this day, the sun was still warm, and the light pouring down from the branches outlined the dappled shadows of the trees, like a few people laughing and playing around. Who is it? Is it you, or is it us?

The whispers of autumn tell the beauty of life, but we have begun a ridiculous revenge here. Is the outcome of this game our victory, or our sorrow?