Chapter 321 Classmates, you forgot the soy milk

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he has a round oval face, dark eyes, flushed cheeks, and a youthful and lively breath all over his body.

Little fat girl - Wang Junhan!

On the other hand, Wang Junhan had already noticed Qin Luo, and the scholar who had caused him to be scolded countless times for no reason.

In an instant, Wang Junhan's face darkened, and even the soy milk was placed on the steps.

"Morning, classmate Qin." Wang Junhan greeted with a cold voice.

The biting chill seems to freeze you.

Qin Luo smiled awkwardly: "Student Wang, morning~"

To be honest, Qin Luo doesn't hate Wang Junhan, he just hates Cai Surong.

So in the face of the little fat girl who has been tricked countless times by himself, Qin Luo is a little apologetic in his heart.

Of course, it's just an apology. If Qin Luo is to apologize, it is absolutely impossible.

Because in essence, Qin Luo did not target Wang Junhan.

"Classmate Qin, I have something to tell you."

"what?"

"Zhang Lei's matter has nothing to do with me."

"Well, I know." Qin Luo smiled and nodded.

After all, after being a neighbor with Wang Junhan for so many years, Qin Luo still knows what she is, and he can't do anything to hire a murderer to beat someone.

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 exam of this semester."

After speaking, Wang Junhan walked away without looking back.

Walking with wind, and a beautiful woman who weighs over 100.

"Student Wang!"

"what!"

"Classmate, you forgot the soy milk."

"..." The next moment, Wang Jun fled in the cold.

Shame, so shameful! The originally good part of the battle book was screwed up by a cup of soy milk. Wang Junhan had the urge to dig a hole and bury himself.

Is this an escape? Looking at Wang Junhan's receding back, Qin Luo touched his nose.

"Boom boom~"

The loud sound of the Porsche's engine was deafening, causing the boys and girls at the school gate to look sideways.

"Hey, this is a Porsche 911, say 3 million less."

"When did a rich second generation come to our school?"

"Hmph, it's just a rich second generation..."

For a time, the boys and girls were talking about each other.

Hearing the sour voice coming from his ear, Qin Luo's nose twitched slightly, and he smelled the faint sour smell in the air.

"A bunch of lemon juice."

The next moment, Qin Luo smiled and pushed open the car door.

Quiet, deadly quiet.

Nearly a hundred students at the school gate stood there with dull eyes.

What did they see? It's not the rich second generation who came down from the Porsche 911, but Qin Luo!

"Honey, why do I see that person so familiar?"

"Nonsense, can you not look familiar? That's the top student in our school."

"Xueba? Qin Luo from the third and seventh class of high school?"

"Nonsense, who else can afford this title besides him?"

"I didn't expect him to actually drive a Porsche..."

"..."

A group of scumbags opened their mouths, but in the end they didn't say anything.

Once upon a time, Qin Luo was like them, riding a shared bicycle worth 99 yuan to and from school, but after only two or three months, Qin Luo has already driven the luxury car that countless people dream of.