Chapter 62
Qiyu Middle School is like a green corridor in a royal garden, winding and spreading like a fairyland.

After changing her clothes, Li Jin was walking through it to find Qiao Sicheng.

Wen Rong was at the side, looking at Li Jin's attire, he was a little speechless.

This... should be regarded as simple, it must be low-key and low-key.

While Wen Rong was chanting silently, a group of boys and girls quickly gathered not far ahead, the school——

Blasted!

"Ahhh, young lady with legs, I can do it!"

"Sister, rich woman, I don't want to work hard anymore."

"Why have I never seen that young lady, is she a new transfer student?"

Wen Rong was behind, and said in a low voice, "The so-called simplicity of the eldest lady, it turns out that it is... wearing a school uniform."

To be honest, Qi Yu High School's aristocratic-style school uniforms were originally, and there was nothing wrong with them.

It's a pity that the old principal is an aesthetic trash. When the Japanese high school uniforms originally designed by famous costume masters were made, he was asked to match them with a dark color.

That kind of black and blue but quite "age style" picture made all the boys and girls cry.

This is also... too ugly.

But when Li Jin wore it, not only did she not have any old-fashioned feeling, but it made her beautiful and seductive, with her fair skin without blemishes, her protruding figure, and a pair of manga legs.

No wonder the group of students were so excited.

"Big sister, come to our class, our class is short of people."

"The girl in the front row please go away, it's our boy's privilege to appreciate beauties."

Li Jin:? ? ?
"Why do these kids seem to be taking stimulants? I'm already keeping a low profile." Li Jin asked Wen Rong with sideways eyes.

Butler Wen coughed lightly, "Miss, I know a small road, follow me there."

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that the high-level people in the school will be alarmed.

and……

What do you call a child, you are only one year older than them.

……

In the cafeteria, Qiao Sicheng was being mocked and threatened by Qiu Hao and the crowd.

"Why don't you talk anymore, I'm so cowardly."

"Hey, why don't you be brother Hao's little brother, and you won't be despised by everyone when the time comes."

"That's right, why bother to be so stubborn, wouldn't it be better to have less pain?"

If he hadn't considered that Qiao Sicheng was a "fat sheep" waiting to be slaughtered, Qiu Hao wouldn't let people talk nonsense with him for so long.

Already raised his fist.

Reflecting on the first floor of the cafeteria, he is like an overlord.

However, his patience is limited.

Qiu Hao kicked the stool, his expression became more and more fierce, "I'll give you another minute, if not..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Rong stood beside Qiao Sicheng, nodding respectfully, "Young Master Si, Miss is waiting for you on the third floor."

Qiu Hao and others:? ? ?
They were stunned collectively, like quails.

Wait a minute……

That old butler called Qiao Sicheng that little boy...

How little?

Wen Rong glanced at everyone, and sneered coldly in his heart.

When he is outside, he must give Miss Zu face, how can Qiao Sicheng be humiliated by this group of things.

Under the straightforward eyes of everyone, Qiao Sicheng didn't even look at them, and went straight up to the third floor with Wen Rong with his lunch box.

The surrounding students poked Zhang Zixuan weakly, and asked, "You...what is the identity of your deskmate?"

It's too bullshit.

Although I don't know which young master it is, but he must be of good status.

To condescend to Shugui to have dinner on the first floor with these grassroots people, it is really inconspicuous.

Zhang Zixuan didn't know what was going on, his eyes widened and he was extremely surprised.

And Qiu Hao, who was ignored by everyone, seemed to have been greatly insulted at this time.

(End of this chapter)

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