The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, early morning.

The city seemed to wake up overnight.

The unswept firecracker chips and snow piled up on the roadside, and were suddenly trampled on by the abortions that had appeared after more than ten days of quieting. All the breakfast stalls for returning home for the New Year were set up, especially around universities, where the rich aroma of fried food could be smelled everywhere.

School is starting.

Looking around, City A has become a world filled with school uniforms of all kinds.

Residential areas, sidewalks, bus stops, and private cars. You can still hear tender complaints in the cold air.

"I'm so cold. I'm just waiting to die every day. I haven't gotten up so early in almost a month!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Boss, add another egg to the pancake - have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

"There are still two essays left, forget it, just die."

"Then I will borrow the physics test paper from the school and I will invite you to eat glutinous rice."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After buying breakfast, a group of teenagers looked up and glanced at the bus that had started outside the platform. Seeing the familiar numbers, they immediately shouted and chased each other. The clear shouts resounded through the urban village where traffic planning was chaotic. At this moment, a roaring accelerator suddenly rang, instantly overshadowing the noise.

The playful young people couldn't help but look up their heads and looked at the source of the strange sound.

Almost at the same time, a vigorous motorcycle slid into the field of view like a sword. The streamlined body was wrapped in a suffocating hurricane. It shuttled into the traffic in a high-profile manner, and the dazzling morning light reflected from the dark black paint disappeared in an instant.

The young people on the roadside were speechless for a moment about this brief encounter. After a few seconds, a warm exchange broke out on the spot.

"Lying on grass, lying on grass, lying on grass, lying on grass, lying on grass!!!"

“NTTKMH?NTTKMH?”

"When I was alive, I could actually see people riding this ghost carriage that was about to ride a million horses!!"

"This guy is so handsome that I'm almost wet my pants-"

"No! No!"

The discussion suddenly paused.

A boy tried his best to recall the memories from a few minutes ago, and then in that brief picture, a beautiful figure lying on the back of a motorcycle wearing a helmet.

"The man riding a bicycle is a woman!!"

*******

In the south of the city A, the most scenic area, you can see the special buildings in the fence from a distance.

In winter, the green shade still stretches to the gate of the campus that is more than ten meters high. There are countless pillars standing under the dome of the gate, which is so terrifying that it is intimidating. Above the dome, a row of big characters are engraved with flying dragons and phoenixes.

City A Yingcheng Foreign Language Middle School.

On the opening day, it seems that this place is no different from other schools in City A. The gate is filled with students wearing school uniforms and parents sending their children to school.

But it seems to be very different from other places.

Because when you look around, as long as there are more than four tires in the transportation tools you can see, all of them are luxury cars.

Yingcheng, the only private school in City A with a teaching quality comparable to that of public key high schools, is famous for its high tuition fees and special student sources. The admission mechanism here is very strict. Except for Mu Xiangxiang, a super academic master who was absorbed due to his outstanding academic performance, the remaining students all come from families that are either rich or noble.

It is worth mentioning that Qiao Nan also studied in junior high school here, and was not forced to transfer to school for some reason until the first year of high school.

When he returned to this place, his mood was somewhat complicated.

The sudden appearance of motorcycles caused quite a lot of riots. The girls stopped in groups at the school gate to attract attention. The school tyrants who lived in the focus of people's eyes from childhood to adulthood were not concerned. They stepped on the accelerator and drove away from them without looking at each other. After a beautiful tail swing stopped, the eyes became more and more hot.

He raised his long legs and stepped down from the motorcycle, took off his helmet and held it with one hand. Qiao Nan shook his head and pulled his forehead. In an unknown exclamation of various contents floating in the distance, he turned his back to these people and sat down lazily, took out his cell phone in his pocket and dialed.

Mu Xiangyao's voice came soon there, and a noisy whistle could be heard in the background: "You're here?"

Qiao Nan: "Yes."

Mu Xiangyao said: "I may need a while to get traffic jams in the old city in the morning, and there are still two stations to arrive."

Qiao Nan sneered: "I said I'll give you this morning, but you said you didn't want it."

"..." Mu Xiangyao on the other side paused for two seconds, "Qiao Nan, let's communicate, do you really want to be seen by all the classmates in the school sitting in the back of the motorcycle holding a girl's waist?"

Qiao Nan: “…………”

Mu Xiang thought: "Then I can promise you next time."

Qiao Nan: "…I've gone in."

Mu Xiangxiang: "Remember to hand in homework, listen to the class in class, take notes, record the class mobile phone, and after school, I will use it as a self-study."

"..." Qiao Nanxin said that there are so many things, "Do you think it's possible?"

Mu Xiangxi: "Your winter vacation homework."

Qiao Nan: "??"

Mu Xiang thought: "I haven't slept for two days and I didn't finish the last test paper until six o'clock this morning."

Qiao Nan: “…………”

Mu Xiangying: "So. hand in homework, listen to classes, take notes, and record audio."

Qiao Nan: "…I understand."

Mu Xiangyao nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Qiao Nan suddenly became straight from his lazy state leaning against the car. After a while, he spoke again, and his tone was fierce: "...why are you talking about it!"

Mu Xiang remembered something and reminded him again before hanging up the phone: "Also, don't forget what I told you, be careful at school and don't be blocked by Fang Lingli and the others."

Although Qiao Nan never thought that there was anything worth watching from a gang of girls, he had seen yesterday that Mu Xiang was so nervous that he repeatedly warned him and searched for the other party's photos. In order to avoid nagging, he still nodded softly.

However, I didn't expect that Mu Xiangxiang could still make enemies with such a cold personality. Qiao Nan thought it was quite strange. He thought that the other party must be a lone man in school. After all, Mu Xiangxiang could be seen from personality to temperament and was incompatible with Yingcheng.

Thinking of this, he asked more casually: "By the way, what kind of grudges are you and that Fang... Fang, what kind of grudges are you? Can she cause trouble for you for the first semester last year?"

"Oh, this one." Although I always felt that there was no need to mention the cause of that kind of misfortune, since Qiao Nan asked specifically, Mu Xiang didn't think it was worth hiding it. "Our school has a school grass called Jiang Hai."

"Yes." Qiao Nan nodded. Jiang Hai knew that before he transferred to school, the kid was following him around the stock P shares all day long.

Mu Xiangxiang continued to explain: "Fang Lingli likes Jiang Hai."

Qiao Nan: "Yes."

Mu Xiang thought: "Then she felt that Jiang Hai and I had an ambiguous relationship."

Qiao Nan: “…………………”

Mu Xiangyao, on the other end of the phone, frowned and looked at the phone that suddenly ended the call for no reason.

Qiao Nan threw the phone back into his pocket, clamped his helmet with his elbow, lifted the big schoolbag on the motorcycle with one hand, flipped his arm, and carried it on one shoulder.

Then he walked towards the school gate with a gloomy face in the eyes of the crowd, cursing as he walked: "...liar!"

Not far away, behind him, a car parked for a while and a few students wearing Yingcheng school uniforms were looking in this direction.

"Hey, come on NTTKMH? You can." One of the miserable green boys with a hang-eyed eyes was amazed, "Since Brother Qiao transferred to school, I haven't seen any boy dare to be so arrogant in many years, newcomer?"

The fat friend next to him gave him a blank look: "First of all, Brother Qiao left last year, don't make it seem like he hasn't seen him for a long time. Then, are you blind? That's a woman."

"???" The miserable green boy looked shocked, "How is that possible! Look at how he walks, he is so proud that he is about to take off! And the pants he is wearing are so short!"

Yingcheng is the only school in City A where girls’ uniforms are designed into skirts, and the girls’ styles are very special.

The fat man rolled his eyes to the sky: "So what if he is walking with his pants and his hair is short? Look at her nose, chin, and her small waist, long legs, so white, and her physique is so delicate. What a man in your family looks like? Are you really cataracts?"

After saying this, he looked at the gradually moving back, and another puzzled expression appeared on his face: "But what happened? Why do I think she gives me a special... familiar feeling?"

The miserable green boy is sarcastic: "Is it a slutty feeling?"

"Get out." The little fat man punched him and turned to look at another companion who looked particularly handsome, "Jiang Hai, what do you think?"

"It shouldn't be a newcomer. Her jacket is a senior high school student. There is no transfer student this year." Jiang Hai analyzed, frowned slightly, and a little confusion appeared on her beautiful face. A vague answer was floating in her heart, but it was still difficult to expose it.

Qiao Nan was called downstairs of the teaching building. He hadn't reacted at first, after all, the other party called "Mu Xiangxiang".

When he turned around and saw the clear face, his brows immediately raised high.

"Jiang Hai?"

Seeing him responding, Jiang Hai immediately smiled, his eyes a little complicated, especially on his short hair and the helmet he was holding for a while: "I looked like it from afar, but I didn't expect it was you."

The question about familiarity just now seemed to have been answered. But as he said that, when he met the increasingly unpredictable gaze in the girl opposite, Jiang Hai always felt that something was wrong.

Jiang Haili didn't understand, but Qiao Nan on the opposite side had already begun to get angry.

Of course, the school bully is a school bully everywhere. Qiao Nan entered Yingcheng from the sixth grade and did not transfer to No. 12 Middle School until the first year of high school. He was invincible here and studied for many years. Jiang Hai and the others followed him to call him Brother for many years.

As a result, it took so long since I saw each other, and I was face to face...haha.

He glanced up and down again, and he couldn't help but find fault. He was still the same weak body, but he just had bigger eyes? He looked worse than himself, and he didn't know what these girls liked him.

shallow.

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost his anger and asked impatiently: "Is there something wrong?"
To be continued...