The group of people who were waiting to get a taxi were talking big and very happy, after all, they were going home soon.

But at this time... so cool, the dazzling sports car parked opposite, only more than ten meters away.

The voices of everyone's conversation became much smaller unconsciously.

The male classmates who love cars and understand cars are staring at them with their eyes shining.

Even if you can't afford it, it's good to see it and you're very happy.

However, the car was parked at the school gate. Could it be that it was here to pick up people? Who was here to pick up?

Everyone was a little curious.

"Huh? Lao Fang?"

Han Wenshi was admiring the luxury sports car opposite, his eyes drifting.

Suddenly, he saw Fang Cheng standing there on the phone at the school gate, and he hesitated for a moment.

Normally, he would shout Fang Cheng's name loudly and wave his hand.

But now, such a top luxury car is parked opposite.

Somehow, he was about to shout and opened his mouth again, but he didn't say anything. He looked at Fang Cheng and glanced at the luxury sports car opposite him.

Han Wenshi gritted his teeth and planned to wait for Fang Cheng to come and call him, so that his roommate Fang Cheng would also take a good look at the car.

With Fang Cheng's family conditions, I guess he has never seen such a car, or even heard of it.

“…”

Han Wenshi looked at Fang Cheng with amazement and walked towards the sports car opposite him.

The door of the supercar co-pilot opened automatically, and Fang Cheng sat in...

Damn it.

This is Han Wenshi's first idea, the second idea, and then the third idea.

He didn't know how to express his mood at this time, but he was too complicated anyway.

Chen Wenting's mood should be more complicated than Han Wenshi.

She watched the "ordinary classmate" who could not even name her name got into the sports car and left amid the roar of "up, buzzing".

For the first time in life, Chen Wenting became suspicious of her three views on life.

What a street stall product? What a poor dick?

A luxury sports car worth more than 9 million, come to pick him up?

Well, what is his name?

Amid the discussion and exclamation of the people next to him, Han Wenshi and Chen Wenting were in a mess in the cold wind, silent, and their good mood that was about to go home disappeared.

"Tsk tsk, Master, I can't tell you are driving a sports car."

Fang Cheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot, had no idea about Han Wenshi and Chen Wenting's complicated hearts.

He went to the door and called Old Man Lu, then found the car according to the license plate number mentioned, and then got on the car.

Touching the noble interior, looking at the rapidly retreating view outside the window.

Fang Cheng was also a little messy in the wind, a sports car and an old man.

This is nothing from the same world.

Appreciating the car door that seemed to be made of pure wood and a layer of high-end material similar to gloss paint, Fang Cheng couldn't help but ask:

"Master, is this a sports car? Is this really yours?"

"You guys, you've asked three times, nonsense!"

Old Man Lu took off his sunglasses and looked proud:

"I am very interested in my teacher. I drive this cool car to pick you up today. Boy, go back and clean up today. I have prepared the room for you, have a good rest, and prepare for the martial arts competition the day after tomorrow."

"As long as you concentrate on practicing martial arts, you will only be a side gift on the road of martial arts under the training of your master. Don't put the cart before the horse, do you understand?"

Fang Zheng looked at Old Man Lu with thought, "Yes, Master."

"There are many young warriors who, once they become famous, are fascinated by the crazy money, beauty, and power that have been so powerful that they have wasted their hearts. They have wasted ten years of hard practice. You should take it as a warning!"

"Yeah..." Fang Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking:

"Master, how much does this car cost? It's very expensive."

In Fang Cheng's eyes.

Sports cars are definitely very expensive - they cost more than one million.

Old Man Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his proud look could not be concealed, and he patted the black steering wheel lightly:

"It's not expensive, it's only more than one million, huh."

“…”

Cheng hurriedly retracted his right hand that was hitting the window frame and carefully looked at the interior of the car.

Is this made of gold?
Chapter completed!