Chapter 321: Classmate, you forgot soy milk

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he has a round oval face, dark eyeballs, flushed cheeks, and a youthful and lively breath all over his body. Holding soy milk in his left hand and fried dough sticks in his right, he eats with relish.
Little fat girl-Wang Junhan!
On the other hand, Wang Junhan had already noticed Qin Luo, and had noticed this tyrant who had been countless times for nothing.
In an instant, Wang Junhan's expression turned gloomy, and even the soy milk was placed on the steps.
"Student Qin, early." Wang Jun greeted in a cold voice.
The biting chill seems to freeze you.
Qin Luo smiled awkwardly: "Student Wang, early~"
To be honest, Qin Luo didn't hate Wang Junhan, he just hated Cai Surong.
So facing the little fat girl who had been cheated countless times by himself, Qin Luo still apologized.
Of course, it was just an apology. If Qin Luo were to apologize, it would be absolutely impossible.
Because in essence, Qin Luo did not target Wang Junhan.
"Student Qin has something I want to tell you."
"what?"
"The Zhang Lei matter has nothing to do with me."
"En, I know." Qin Luo smiled and nodded.
After all, after having been a neighbor with Wang Junhan for so many years, Qin Luo still knew what she was like, and he couldn't do anything about hiring and beating people.
Therefore, he did not trouble Wang Junhan at all.
"One more thing!" Wang Junhan took a deep breath and said with a serious face: "I will definitely surpass you in the final exams of this semester."
After that, Wang Jun walked away without looking back.
Walking with wind, but also a beautiful woman who weighs over 100.
"Student Wang!"
"what!"
"Classmate, you forgot soy milk."
"..." The next moment, Wang Jun fled in coldness.
Shame, shame! It was a good book link, but was messed up by a cup of soy milk. Wang Junhan had the urge to dig a hole and bury himself.
Is this a flee? Looking at Wang Junhan's back, Qin Luo stroked his nose.
"Boom boom boom~"
The loud noise of Porsche's engine was deafening, and the boys and girls at the school's door were all looking at him.
"Hey, this is a Porsche 911, less 3 million."
"When did a rich second generation come to our school?"
"Huh, it's just a rich second generation..."
All of a sudden, the boys and girls talked.
Listening to the sour sound coming from his ears, Qin Luo's nose twitched slightly, he could smell the faint sour smell in the air.
"A bunch of lemon essence."
The next moment, Qin Luo smiled and opened the car door.
Quiet, deadly quiet.
Nearly a hundred students at the school gate just stood in place with dull eyes.
What did they see? It is not the rich second generation who came down from the Porsche 911, but Qin Luo!
"Hey, how do I look at that person so familiar?"
"Nonsense, can you not be familiar with it? That's the bully of our school."
"Xueba? Qin Luo from Class 3 and 7?"
"Nonsense, who else can afford this name besides him?"
"Unexpectedly, he actually drove a Porsche..."
"..."
A crowd of scumbags opened their mouths, and finally did not speak.
Once upon a time, Qin Luo, like them, rode a shared bicycle worth 99 yuan to and from school, but only two or three months later, Qin Luo has driven the luxury car that countless people dream of.