59: C59 Friends

C59 Friends

"Wei Zihao..."

"That's enough!" Before Huang Zitao could finish his words, Lee Xueming interrupted him with a stern voice.

His face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "Gathering people to fight is against the rules of the school. Remember to be bigger than once. Stay and check."

"Teacher Lin, you don't have any objections with this, right?"

"No objections, no objections." Lin Tianxuan smiled bitterly and shook his head in the end.

Lee Xueming... That was the leader of the Multiple United Teams, and he was also an important position in the Department of Education. Even if he were to be expelled, Lin Tianxuan would have to do it, let alone remember it too much.

If he remembered too much, he would have to leave it for inspection.

Huang Zitao was completely dumbfounded. He had never thought that things would turn out like this.

It was clearly Qin Luo who bullied him, but in the end, he was the one who had to bear the consequences.

When he thought of this, Huang Zitao felt like dying.

"Qin Luo, just you wait!" Glaring fiercely at Qin Luo, Huang Zitao left the school without looking back.

He did not want to stay here for even a second.

'Ding... detected Underachiever's resentment, Host Study Achievement Point + 99... '

The feather fan was like a silk cloth, and as it laughed, it turned into dust!

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Qin Luo changed.

If it was said that they only admired Qin Luo for his good grades a moment ago, then at this moment, they admired his ability to cause chaos.

In just a few minutes, he had turned the entire battlefield around. Not only was he unharmed, he had even 'tortured' Huang Zitao to death!

A top student was indeed worthy of being called a top student. Whether it was in terms of studying or fighting.

"Ding, detected Lin Shanshan..."

"Ding, detected Peng Hua..."

"'Ding... '"

"'Ding... '"

The screen was flooded with messages!

Looking at the system notifications, Qin Luo was filled with emotions. His classmates were really "friends."

...

In the Emerald Garden community, standing at the entrance of the community, Qin Luo raised his head and looked at the system notification. He sighed in his heart.

This community was worthy of the name "garden." The greenery area of the entire community exceeded 60%.

Furthermore, this was a golden area close to the commercial district of the city. The cost of building a community with such a high greenery area in this area could be imagined.

Only the so-called elite class could afford to live here.

Qin Luo had always known that Lin Shanshan was rich, but he never thought that she was a rich woman.

Rich woman, do you still lack pendants?0

"Don't look at me like that. The money is my mother's, not mine." Lin Shanshan seemed to have noticed Qin Luo's strange behavior and spoke first.

... "You speak as if you are not his daughter." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

Could they talk nicely?

"Hatred from Underachiever, + 111"

Hehe, Student Lin, you might not believe me if I say it out loud. I don't intend to take your Study Achievement Point...

He walked into the neighborhood and took the elevator up to the building. Before Lin Shanshan could pull out the key, the door of the room had already been opened from the inside.

A fair and beautiful woman walked out.

She wore a Bohemian floral dress and looked like a housewife.

Her eyes moved back and forth between Qin Luo and Lin Shanshan. Her eyes revealed excitement. "A boyfriend?"

Qin Luo's mouth twitched. He was not a boyfriend, but a "male teacher."

"Yang Peishan, can you have a proper career?" Lin Shanshan suddenly became angry. Which eye did she see Qin Luo as her boyfriend?

"Oh, no." The woman's face turned dark at first and then became serious. " Shanshan, it's not Mom who said you, but you're already in your third year of high school. It's time to find a boyfriend. You should know... In this society where resources were scarce, cow dung was also limited. If you don't stick it in, someone else will stick it in"

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