Night Blowing completely ignored Xianxian, and his figure quickly disappeared into the school building, just like Xianxian met him for the first time at home.

After he left, the atmosphere of dead silence gradually came alive.

The school bell rings at this time, but how can the delinquent teenagers go to class on time?

After all, the night blow is just an existence specially appointed by the school in order to dominate the hegemony and prevent students from fighting and causing human lives. He only cares about law and order, and he doesn't care about classes.

There are still some students gathered in the playground at the entrance of the teaching building, some people are making porridge on the phone with a sweet face, and some people are taking out something from their bags to eat.

The small group of duck-throated teenagers knew that Night Blowing was in the school building, and they didn't dare to be presumptuous, so a group of people hooked up their shoulders to play ball and warm up for cleaning the school toilet at night.

Sensen stands under the cherry blossom tree.

Watching the youth of the unscrupulous students indulge in their youth......

It's good to be young.

She walked towards the school building, when a group of people led by the boy who killed Matt walked towards her.

"Night classmate ......" The young man's face was a little shy, which was in great contrast to the appearance of scolding just now.

The original owner is a transfer student in the new semester, and the beauty is very beautiful. But compared to her plain face, the bad students prefer girls with heavy makeup.

But I don't know what's going on, as soon as the girl walks into the campus today, it is clearly no different from usual, but it is inexplicably eye-catching.

"Can I be my girlfriend?"

The boy who killed Matt approached with his brothers, and everyone realized that the girl was more beautiful when they looked closely.

The eyebrows are like distant daisies, and the eyes are like stars. The face without makeup was as clean as the snow of early winter.

It's good-looking, it's really good-looking.

Xian Xian raised his eyes and looked at the young men who were blocking the way in front of him.

……

At the same moment, Yabuki stood on the roof of the building.

When the bad students stopped in front of the fairy, he held a cigarette between his fingertips, and the thin smoke covered his brown eyes.

The color of the eyes is unknown, and there is a hint of mockery.

The girl downstairs wouldn't even say no. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have been transferred by her eldest brother because she was too popular in her previous school.

When he thought of the eldest brother, he thought of the eldest brother who came out of the Night Fairy Fairy's room last night......

Forget it, what does it have to do with him.

Yabuki withdrew his gaze, raised his hand, and pursed his thin lips into the cigarette holder, the spicy taste spreading in his mouth.

The young man next to him looked downstairs, watching the excitement of the young man who killed Matt and said something excitedly, but the distance was too far away, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Brother Night, let's have an appointment at the bar tonight, drink and play cards together." The boy on the side looked at it for a while, and felt that it was not interesting, so he opened his mouth and said to the night blow.

Night Blowing was silent for a second, took the cigarette in his hand, and said lazily: "The cards are boring." ”

The boy in the class asked: "Then what do you say to play Brother Ye, what do you say to play, we will play." ”

The eyebrows of the night blow were crossed by the golden sun with a layer of unruliness, and the lips were hooked: "Gun." ”

Young people love excitement, and skipping school can no longer satisfy their wanton hearts.

The teenagers next to him suddenly slapped their left hand into a fist into their right hand: "Okay! Tonight, I will play with guns, and I will call to charter the venue now. ”

The movement downstairs was a little louder.

Accompanied by the faint sound of quarrels.

The young man next to Yebuki was lying on the railing on the top floor and looked down, "Chase the girl, chase the girl, why are you still arguing?" ”

Night Blowing was not curious, flicked off the cigarette with one hand, and stepped forward to go downstairs.

Behind him, he followed, and the kid who called Zhao Zejing continued: "Hey, why do you still get started." ”

Night blew his eyes and continued to go downstairs.

Fighting right under his nose, it's fat.

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