One of Liner's yawns was halfway through, and the remaining half could not be beaten.

No, what kind of metaphor is this?!

What does it mean to "I died for seven days and my face is not so white"???

Can he say something nice?

How can you curse yourself like this?

"Okay, stop watching." Lin Er was speechless when he heard this, so he simply pulled him away.

Although it is Lin Yian's alma mater, Lin Er has never been here. Anyway, it's nothing wrong now, so the two of them wandered around the campus aimlessly.

This school is very large and covers an area of ​​about the same as No. 9 Middle School.

No. 9 Middle School is a top private school, so it is naturally the kind that is not short of money, so the school has been working hard to build and the infrastructure has been working hard to improve. Unexpectedly, this public school is so generous.

It's so rich that it's inhumane.

The area of ​​an artificial lake alone is almost as large as the total area of ​​the two schools next door.

The promotional slogan at the school gate of "Haohua No. 3 Middle School, aristocratic colleges and universities give you emperor-like treatment" was indeed not bragged about.

It took the two more hours to go around the artificial lakeside here.

After passing through the artificial lake, it is a campus square.

A propaganda column with golden light as the thinker stood directly at the entrance of the square, and Lin Er was so lit up that he shook his eyes and stopped subconsciously.

As soon as she stopped, Xie Yan naturally stopped as well.

His eyes swept casually and fell on the propaganda column in front of him. Then, with interest, he recited the cursive script at the top, which was as wild as a stone tablet: "The Honor List of Xiangzhou Third Middle School?"

Liner: "?"

Lin Er stared at the line and couldn't tell whether the words were written or the ghost-drawing talismans were written for a long time, but he couldn't tell what it was.

I don’t know how Xie Yan recognized these words.

She didn't recognize the words, but in one of the photos Lin Er recognized, she raised her eyes lightly and her eyes fixed. This is... the handsome guy I had seen at the birthday party of the old man of the Jing family before?

Don't remember?

It is the one who wants to flirt but is ruthlessly exposed by his true gender.

"Xie Tiantian, look at this." Lin Er raised his hand and gently tapped the thin layer of glass on the publicity board with his slender and cold fingertips.

Xie Yan looked at the position where her finger pointed.

The one that catches your eye is a strange photo.

The photo shows a boy wearing a school uniform, black hair and black eyes, cold and white skin, and a sharp and cold beauty.

He had a black rope hanging around his neck, and something seemed to be falling from the black rope, hidden in the collar of his school uniform, and he didn't know what he was wearing.

He looks pretty handsome, but he looks very cold.

His facial features are cold, his expression is cold, and his eyes are very cold.

Through a photo, you can feel the cold and tired aura coming from him.

"Meet?" Xie Yan raised his eyes and asked casually.

His gaze gently flashed across the photo and fell down.

The name is written in black letters on white background under the photo - Jingxing.

"It's not considered aware of it." Lin Er withdrew his hand, and the exposed half of his fingers retracted back into his cuffs. "It's the younger brother of a sister I know, I've seen it once before."

She said, while absent-mindedly sweeping the photos on the bulletin board.
Chapter completed!