d this, he paused deliberately and looked at Wang Bo. A burst of laughter followed. Xiao Jinsong smiled with satisfaction and continued to talk about those who haven’t given up. , take advantage of this half day in the afternoon to have fun, sleep well, and relax. However, as soon as today is over, he hopes that everyone will be in the best condition and use the best mood to welcome the journey of their sophomore year.
As expected, Xiao Jinsong’s speech won applause from everyone, and even Wang Bo applauded insincerely. Although he had a smile on his face, he felt a headache in his heart. Xiao Jinsong’s words were a surprise to others, a gift from the school’s understanding; but in Wang Bo’s ears, they once again made him realize that his free life was about to go away. What will greet him is not a “journey”, but a “prison” without any freedom.
Can a South Korean really get used to going to North Korea? In this regard, Wang Bo, who has always claimed to be a liberal, has already started to retreat before he even started to experience it.
The school bell rang. The entire zigzag-shaped building was like a huge beehive, and it began to spit out swarms of bees. Wang Bo called his deskmate Liu Wei, his neighbor Liao Xiaoqing, Li Yang and his friend Lin Wenjian, all five of them together. Following the flow of people, they slowly left the school. There are two directions to leave the school, one is the main entrance of the school and the other is the back entrance. Because except Liu Wei, who is a resident student, the other four are day students. Most of them went to school by bicycle, so everyone followed a large group of day students toward the back door where the carport was, planning to pick up the car first. Because Wang Bo, Lin Wenjian, Liao Xiaoqing and Li Yang’s bicycles were not together, Wang Bo and the other four people agreed that everyone should meet on the roadside near the door.
In the morning, he and Tang Jian arrived late, and there were no good parking spaces near the door. A few people could only find some nook and corner places to park. In the bustling carport, which was like a vegetable market, Wang Bo was hard to find. It took four or five minutes to find my mountain bike.
Unlock, push the cart, and move forward slowly behind the army of bicycles. Wang Bo looked east and west, and soon spotted a familiar figure in the traffic ahead on the left.
Zhong Jiahui
is a beautiful girl whom he had a crush on for several years in his previous life but did not know her name from Lin Wenjian until today.
Zhong Jiahui wore a yellow T-shirt today. The T-shirt was obviously waist-cinching. The waist is gathered together on both sides, showing a perfect waist shape that cannot be grasped. Still full from the waist up. It was tall and straight, but not as big as Wang Bo’s impression. In Wang Bo’s impression. Zhong Jiahui has always been a typical representative of girls with “big breasts and round butts” among the girls in No. 4 Middle School. In his eyes, this was a “deduction” and “criticism”.
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