Bian Cong rushed all the way to the carport at a speed of eighty miles, his heart was still beating wildly along the way.

He patted his little heart and sat down on the chair next to the carport.

Oh shit! !You fucking don't dance anymore! !

Not just a hug!

What the fuck is up with you dancing non-stop! ! !

Look at your worthless appearance, don't you want to lose face! !

Having said that, it seems that there is a motor installed in the heart, and it is not obedient at all, and it does not follow the routine at all.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.

Relax, relax! !

Calm calm calm!

It was like being pounced on by a beautiful puppy.

Correct!

Fu Chenyan is a dog, a beautiful puppy.

Just like being attacked by a dog.

Don't get excited, don't get excited!

At this time, the get out of class bell had already rang for a while, and people came over from the carport one after another.Sitting here, he kept talking to himself.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

"Just give it a hug, it's not a big problem, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, Relax."

"..."

At this time, a few classmates came over to push the cart. They were a little scared when they saw Bian Cong's babbling.

"Is he all right?"

Another classmate said: "He seemed to be talking."

"I've heard that too, but I haven't heard that any of our schoolmates is sick. Could it be that they sneaked in?"

"Why don't you go and ask?"

"I can see it."

As they spoke, they cautiously stepped forward and asked with concern, "Student, are you alright?"

While still gnashing his teeth, he never realized that he had become a psychopath in the eyes of others, and he was still cursing: "Fu Chenyan, you bloody bastard!"

"classmate?"

Bian has blocked all external signals from this moment, he clenched his fists, "Damn it, die for me!!"

Several students were taken aback, "It seems a bit serious."

"Student classmate?" A girl waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"...Huh?" Bian Cong was taken aback, "Call me?"

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay," Bian Cong said with a puzzled look on his face, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"No, no, no," several girls quickly waved their hands, "We're fine."

After speaking, they all ran away.

Bian Cong was bewildered, and stood up to find his little broken car.

But as soon as he walked to the seat of the car in his class, he heard what the girls who had just walked away were talking about.

"That boy is so handsome."

"He's pretty handsome, but he's a bit out of his mind."

"Oh, what a pity."

???

Out of your mind?

Could it be me?

No, definitely not me.

It must be talking about that bastard Fu Chenyan.

Anyway, here at Biancong, regardless of whether Fu Chenyan is around or not, all bad things can be said about him.

Thinking about it this way made me feel more at ease.

Just at this time, the little fat man also came over.

"Brother Bian, why are you here?"

"I'm going home by bike." Bian Cong was still searching for his little broken car.

"Ah? Didn't you ride your bike today?"

"..."

Damn, I forgot to take a taxi here today.

"Why? I can't go home without a bike." To hide his embarrassment, Bian Cong pointed at one casually, "Whose bike is this? Let him lend me a ride."

"This is......"

Before Zhang Yue could finish speaking, the owner of the car arrived.

"No." The owner of the car said directly.

With such a familiar and beating voice, Bian knew who it was in almost a second.

"..."

He raised his head suddenly, and as expected, he saw Fu Chenyan's indifferent face again.

Hold! !

Enemy road is narrow!

and many more! !

Not right not right!

Why are you dancing again? ? ?

And you, why are you getting hot again?

what happened? ?

Did Fu Chenyan drug the two of you? ?

While looking at his hand, he remembered the action when he put his arm around his shoulder just now.

What a beautiful hand.

Hold! ! !Wake up! !What are you doing! !

"Hasty!" Bian Cong patted his forehead, turned his head and said to Zhang Yueban and Wang Tian, ​​"Where are your two cars, take me away quickly!!"

Both of them were a little confused, "Huh??"

"Why are you standing there?" Bian never dared to look directly at Fu Chenyan again, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Oh oh oh."

The two went to push the cart in a daze.

Bian Cong couldn't stay any longer, so he bypassed Fu Chenyan and walked out.

Before leaving, he always felt that his aura was a bit weak just now. He thought for a while, then turned around and said a harsh word to Fu Chenyan: "Old rascal, just wait for me!"

Fu Chenyan: "..."

Two minutes later, Bian Cong got into Wuyou's back seat as if fleeing for his life, and fled this embarrassing place like flying.

On the road, there was a breeze, and Bian Cong's hair was a little eye-catching. He stretched out his hand and touched his face by the way.

It's not hot anymore.

He touched his heart again, and stopped beating.

Fu Chenyan, an old bastard, knows how to give people ecstasy because of his good looks.

Taking advantage of other people's inattention, you can't talk about martial arts at all!

dog man!It's time to fight!

"Brother Bian, what are you thinking?" Zhang Yue half-asked him while waiting for the traffic light.

"How do you want to kill that rascal Fu Chenyan?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yueban and Wang Tian looked at each other, and said to change the topic quickly, otherwise we will be tempted to recruit again later.

Wang Tian nodded to him, expressing his understanding.

"Brother Bian, what are the arrangements for tomorrow Saturday?"

arrange?This also stopped him.

Bian hasn't enjoyed a full weekend since he started high school.

Thanks to the author, after wearing it, you can still enjoy weekends and no evening self-study treatment, which is amazing!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Yueban asked again: "Brother Bian, are you going out with Brother Xiao tomorrow?"

Bian Cong was a little confused: "Go out? Where are you going?"

"Aren't you going to kill people?"

"Kill people?" Wuyou was startled, "Brother Bian, are you going to kill people?"

Hold!The little fat man almost forgot about it if he didn't say anything!

I promised that social brother to kill people.

Damn, I have never been a social person, how do I know how to kill people.

Is it too late to study now?

The problem is a bit tricky, and the side is a bit uncomfortable.

"You two will go tomorrow too."

With these two little followers following him, it's still a bit of a bottom line.

"Huh? Shall we go too?"

"Go!" Bian Cong said affirmatively, "I will learn a lot, otherwise I won't be able to get involved in society in the future."

"Alright!" Wuyou agreed quite readily.

When he got home, he took two mouthfuls of rice and rushed back to the room.

He locked the door, drew the curtains, turned on his cell phone and started frantically searching for information.

[How to be a qualified social brother without experience]

After browsing nearly a hundred posts, I summed up a little experience.

The eyes must be ruthless, the technique must be accurate, and the words must be harsh.

After searching the posts, he went to the movies again.

I found more than a dozen of them before and after, all of which are classics.

He opened one and began to pull the film a little bit. In order to be careful, he also took paper and pen to take notes.

It's killing me!

Bian Congxin said that he never worked so hard in school.

These days, is there any social brother who loves learning more than me?

Answer: No, you are Namba Maru

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