Zhou Zijun was not embarrassed when he heard her say this, and grinned with thin lips:

"Very few girls dare to talk to me like this, I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm a school grass in our school, girls are rare to me, you are the first person so far to scold me for being amorous."

"yes, I'm a pleasure, right? But don't worry, I'm not a girl in your school, I only treat you as a friend, and I don't mean anything else. ”

Zhou Zijun's motorcycle is much taller than ordinary motorcycles, Ou Yihan has no advantage in height, and it took him a while to climb up.

After climbing up, he noticed that the saddle of his motorcycle was sloping forward and had a smooth surface.

Ou Yihan was defenseless, so he was caught off guard and pasted onto Zhou Zijun's thin back.

After Zhou Zijun noticed it, he laughed meaninglessly.

Ou Yihan was a little embarrassed.

She quickly pushed his back with her hand as a support, parted a little, and explained:

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to, it's your car saddle that is too slanted."

Zhou Zijun snorted playfully and said:

"Little sister, what did I misunderstand about you? Whoever sits in the back of this car has to hold the driver to avoid falling out, rest assured to hold me, I won't misunderstand that you want to fall in love with me because of this misunderstanding. ”

Ou Yihan: "......"

What do you say...... It's a little flirtatious.

Fortunately, she is a 26-year-old soul living in her body, and she has no interest in the 17-year-old hairy boy.

Otherwise...... I can't really get picked up by him.

Ou Yihan didn't really hug Zhou Zijun.

She moved her butt back reservedly, reaching out to grab the bracket of the taillight, trying to sit as firmly as she could.

In order to change the topic and ease the atmosphere, Ou Yihan began to take the opportunity to inquire about Gao Qingchen's news:

"Are you sure you're the grass at your school? I heard that there is a boy named Gao Qingchen in your school who is more handsome than you. ”

"Look, do you still know Gao Qingchen?"

Zhou Zijun was indeed diverted, he took off the lady's helmet he had prepared long ago from the handlebar, turned sideways and took off the peaked cap on Ou Yihan's head not very gently, and buckled the helmet on her head.

Ou Yihan was torn by his hair, and slapped him with one free hand:

"What are you doing, your hair hurts."

Zhou Zijun removed her hand, buckled the helmet for her, and reached out and knocked on her helmet, snorting coldly,

"Yes, you dare to compare Gao Qingchen with me, he is the son of a gambler, he does everything to make money, do you think he can compare to me?"

Ou Yihan helped his helmet and asked curiously:

"Is Gao Qingchen's father a gambler? What did he do to make money? ”

When Zhou Zijun heard this, his smile narrowed a little, and his handsome face suddenly approached her, and he said in a faint voice:

"Sister, don't ask about things that shouldn't be asked, and, remember, your protagonist today is me, and you are not allowed to mention the names of other boys in front of me, otherwise I will be angry."

Ou Yihan opened his mouth and wanted to ask a few more questions.

Zhou Zijun didn't give her a chance, reached out and pulled off the glass mask on her helmet and buckled it.

What Ou Yihan wanted to say was isolated in the helmet.

After Zhou Zijun buckled his helmet mask, he glanced at Ou Yihan's somewhat strange sitting posture.

He pointed to his waist and motioned for her to hug him, Ou Yihan opened his eyes stupidly and didn't understand what he meant.

Zhou Zijun sneered and didn't say anything more.

It doesn't matter, the car will ride up in a while, and she will hug it sooner or later.