"There is nothing better than him in this world." Bei Ming Zhiyao said softly: "No one can compare to him."

Zhuang asked Ning Zhanyan and smiled: "Let's go, go back to have a meal."

"Um."

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As the chairman of the Feng Discipline Inspection Commission, Sikong Yue does not deliberately put on makeup at school. In her opinion, it is enough to take care of herself.

But this doesn't mean she can't dress up.

The simple beige turtleneck sweater is a dark windbreaker, and the lower body is a white long skirt with straight sued fabric. The exposed calves are wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose. A pair of light gray short boots matches the whole person's temperament is simple and elegant.

Pull the hair hanging on the left behind the ears, without any embellishment on the delicate earlobes, the cold wind blows by, and the face is slightly red.

She took a step.

The direction forward is not the location agreed upon with Su Xiao.

The light is getting darker, and this is a dark alley that is gradually no longer visible to the street lights.

The trash can at the entrance of the alley is very clean, and the wind in the alley is a bit loud.

Sikong Yue took a deep breath and walked into the alley.

Then, she stopped and looked at the figure in the shadow.

As soon as a vehicle turned around, the high beams shone in, dispelling the darkness.

In sight, there is a woman with neat short hair. As the light disappears, her capable face returns to the darkness.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

As the sound of high heels hitting the ground, she walked to Sikong Yue: "I've grown up, I can't look down on you now."

Sikong Yue's lips squirmed for a moment and didn't say anything.

"Now you don't hide your figure?" The woman's mouth curled up with a smile: "It's so grand."

She raised her hand and leaned over: "I'm a little envious."

Sikong Yue subconsciously took a step back. At this step, the woman suddenly grabbed her wrist and threw Sikong Yue aside, forcing her to lean against the wall: "I just met and resisted me, huh?"

"I'm getting worse and worse." The woman gently lifted Sikong Yue's chin with her other hand: "I used to be very obedient, didn't I?"

"And, isn't it because of me that you came to the National Pojun Magic Academy? You want to catch up with me, don't you?"

He looked at the woman in front of him with brown eyes, a third-year senior who was studying at the National Magic University, and was also the daughter of Sikong Sha, the head of the Sikong family.

Sikong Yi, her cousin who is three years older than her.

Sikong Yue gritted her teeth: "It's not to catch up with you, I want to surpass you, I'm no longer the waste you knew at the beginning!"

"The follower has grown up, no longer the guy who shrank when he first entered the house." Sikong Yi let go of Sikong Yue's wrist: "It seems that he has been training very well at the National Pojun Magic Academy."

"However, followers are always just followers. No matter how much you chase after them, you are just looking at my back."

"I, I will surpass you..." Sikong Yue lowered her head slightly, her voice was very low, and she had a tremolo.

"I am no longer the same as before, I can surpass yours..." Sikong Yue: "One, I will definitely do it."

"You haven't even noticed your own shortcomings, why do you surpass me?" Sikong Yi chuckled: "Do you look like this now?"

She raised her hands again, pressed one hand on Sikong Yue's shoulder, and pinched the palm of her left hand with the other hand. Her fingertips slowly moved up along her arm, and finally stopped on her shoulder and patted her gently.

I took three shots in total.

“I can do it…”

"Can you do it?" Sikong Yue took his hand away from her shoulders, stretched his slender fingers slightly, and then closed them together.

"You are such a stubborn follower, you are not obedient at all, cute."

Sikong Yi moved his right hand to the right: "How can you teach a lesson to a disobedient bad boy?"

Sikong Yue's face changed slightly, and Sikong Sha slowly slapped over with his right hand.

slow?

Not!

Bang!

One hand held Sikong Yi's wrist, and in an instant, a howling sound of strong wind and air friction sounded.

Sikong Yue's long hair was fluttering, and her eyes were staring at the figure behind Sikong Yi.

"She is your cousin? Are you serious with such great strength?"

Sikong Yi turned her head slightly, and the gaze of Guangzhong saw Su Xiao’s face clearly: “I said why she dressed so beautifully? It turned out that it was not to see me.”

Su Xiao's expression remained unchanged, his fingers were slightly pressed, and his voice was low-

"Let her go."

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Chapter completed!