Tan Qingkai and his friends were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so they squeezed Song Baojun to prevent him from leaving, and said with a smile: "Brother Jun, why don't you say anything?"

Ma Guodong stepped forward and took off Song Baojun's hood with a smile and said, "Don't hide, I'm simply losing the identity of our boss of the Otaku Legion."

"Otaku Legion?" Tan Qingkai's eyes lit up: "This title is good, with your brain, you can actually think of it."

"What's the point."

Song Baojun had no choice but to stop, look at Yuan Shuang, who looked nervous and frightened, and said lightly: "Classmate, are you asking me for trouble?"

Tan Qingkai and others stopped moving, their ears were raised, their faces were full of gossip, and sparks of curiosity appeared in their eyes.

"Go and don't stay here." Song Baojun waved impatiently.

Seeing that Brother Jun seemed to have a bad face, Tan Qingkai and others left one by one laughing.

Yuan Shuang still looks so pure and charming, with big and lively eyes, brows curved like willow leaves, a pretty nose bridge, cherry-like lips as warm as water, tall and slender, not much better than Liu Xiyue.

But at this time, she had obvious fatigue on her face, her shoulders slightly drooped, and she lost the pride of being arrogant on her usual campus.

After the so-called love game, the two met several times, both of which were unhappy. After a brief conversation, they immediately separated. Like Yuan Shuang, they came to the classroom to find Song Baojun, and it was the first time that the big girl got into the sedan chair.

She was also secretly observing Song Baojun's elegance at the same time.

The hair is short, and the spirit is like a hedgehog. The careless eyes seem to care nothing about anything, and the smile is a little cold. The face is still the same, but the spirit is completely different. He shrank in everything he did before, and he was extremely inferior. Now, it seems that he doesn't care about anything.

"I, can I talk to you for a while?" Yuan Shuang hesitated for a long time, barely squeezed out a sentence from her throat, and even dared not raise her eyelids to look at Song Baojun.

Song Baojun lit a cigarette and said, "I'm very busy, I'll give you a minute."

At the same time, his thirty-two personality was analyzed and discussed in the imaginary space. The two were originally in a state of never interacting with each other. Song Baojun awakened his thirty-two personality and lived a very uncomfortable life on campus. Yuan Shuang also got what she wanted with Liu Peilong. Their lives shouldn't have any intersection.

Yuan Shuang is known as the most beautiful school beauties at Chazhou University. She has always been arrogant and has always been arrogant. She is so arrogant that she breaks through the sky. She only has the white and rich beauty that only appears in everyone's fantasy. What do you have in common with the little boss of his otaku Legion? It's so funny.

Looking at her current appearance, Yuan Shuang came to ask for a meeting alone, which was equivalent to giving up some of her self-esteem and her face was not very good-looking. What made her willing to do so?

Thinking of this, Song Baojun quickly added: "By the way, borrowing money will be free of negotiation."

"You don't need this." Yuan Shuang bit her lip and said, "I just want to talk to you, can't I?"

"Only one minute." Song Baojun pointed to the stairs at the end of the corridor and said, "We said as we walked, it was just right to walk downstairs."

Yuan Shuang's face froze, full of anger that she couldn't do if she wanted to shit. She followed Song Baojun silently to the stairs, looking at the other person's back. Her boring walking posture was really unique to the entire Chazhou University campus.

"Don't you have something to say, why don't you say it again?" Song Baojun looked back at her strangely.

Yuan Shuang hurriedly withdrew her gaze and said, "I don't know what to say."

"I didn't expect that there were times when you couldn't speak? Take it seriously." Song Baojun sneered in the nose.

"Okay, Song Baojun, I don't plan to compete with you for those indifferent right and wrong things." Yuan Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "I broke up with Liu Peilong."

"Oh, I feel sorry for you." Song Baojun's tone was as plain as if he was greeting an irrelevant person. The weather was good today.

For a moment, all kinds of embarrassment, embarrassment, anger, and regret came one after another, pouring into Yuan Shuang's heart. Although she had already fully considered Song Baojun's attitude before coming here, it was a different feeling when she really met.

Yuan Shuang held back the discomfort and continued, "It's not as pretentious as you think. Liu Peilong just takes a fancy to my body."

Song Baojun didn't raise his head: "Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Then, can't I come to chat with you?"

Song Baojun was stunned: "Do you say you want me to be my father?"

Yuan Shuang couldn't help but stagger, stepped on the empty stairs, and her body quickly fell down the steps.

Just as he was about to fall, Song Baojun hurriedly took a chic evasion position and hid far away.

Yuan Shuang urgently pulled the railing with her hand and did not fall to the ground. Even so, her ankle was sprained hard, and ten centimeters of black pointed-toe slim heels fell to the side.

She couldn't bear to eat and hurt, and half-squatted and half-sitted on the steps, staring at Song Baojun with shame and annoyance, and said, "It's okay if you don't help me, you'll hide!"

Unexpectedly, Song Baojun patted his heart and said in fear for a while: "Fortunately, I hid in time and almost got cheated by you."

Yuan Shuang was so angry that she endured the pain in her ankle, slowly stood up on the railing, and said, "Who cares about extorting you a few stinky money!"

"It's always good to be careful. You see, some old ladies are kind-hearted on the surface, but if they really roll on the ground, you won't have enough money for a house."

Yuan Shuang heard that he compared himself to those who were street-fighting people, and felt even more angry and said, "My feet are swollen. Do you support me?"

"No, no, you must know that men and women are not close to each other. I am a gentleman, how can I support you? It is not polite." Song Baojun shook his head like a rattle, and said righteously: "When I touch you like this, my reputation will not be bad? How can I talk to others in the future?"

At this time, two girls from Class 2 of Chinese Department walked down the stairs on the other side. When they heard their conversation, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Song Baojun finally made a good name in the school, and the two women recognized him, so they found it funny.

Yuan Shuang's pretty and tender face instantly turned red like a monkey's butt, including her delicate collarbone, and she also had goose bumps.

"If you don't help me, you won't help me. Why do you say so many strange things?"

Yuan Shuang tried it, but she still couldn't lift her feet. She couldn't help but sit back to her original position and gently rub her delicate ankles with her fingers. The pain came and she couldn't help but frown.

Song Baojun quickly covered his mouth and nose, waved his left hand in front of him, and looked like he was squatting in the toilet and trying to sway the stench.

"You, what are you?"

Song Baojun looked unhappy and his eyes fell on her ankle wearing only pink boat socks, saying, "What a big smell, it's almost smothering me."

Because Song Baojun's expression and tone were too realistic, the two girls who had just passed by also covered their noses and said repeatedly: "What a smelly foot! Go quickly and take off your shoes in public. Who is that really?"

For such a moment, Yuan Shuang really wanted to kill this annoying guy.

I don’t know what was wrong with my head, so I took the initiative to condescend to find this person, which was simply a shame.

From childhood to adulthood, she was like stars lying on the moon, surrounded by men and held in her palms and carefully cared for and loved by them. Even Liu Peilong pursued her hard, and without her permission, she didn't even dare to touch her little finger.

Now he is ruthlessly mocked by the man in front of him as a joke. The gap is so big that it is far beyond Yuan Shuang's psychological tolerance.

After only a short while, Song Baojun walked down the stairs with an expressionless face. Yuan Shuang couldn't imagine it. She quickly put on her shoes with pain, gritted her teeth and followed his footsteps, and shouted: "You guy! Really!"

Song Baojun said: "What the hell is it? Mother-in-law and mother, hurry up and don't waste everyone's time."

Yuan Shuang limped behind and whispered: "I, I have never been to Liu Peilong, I have been to bed..."

The last three words are subtle and powerless, like mosquitoes, and obviously they can only be able to say them with courage.

"I know." Song Baojun's tone was in control and said, "But why did you emphasize this to me? What is your intention? Do you want to play a second love game with me?"

"Can I play with you?" Yuan Shuang smiled bitterly, her bitter face showed a unique and sad scenery, and said, "You are the security committee member of Chazhou New Port, Du Yinlang's younger brother, and even Liu Peilong's aunt is holding you. What am I? How can I be worthy of playing love games with you?"

"That's it. You and Liu Peilong teased me. Even if you apologize once afterwards, now you know that my brother is powerful, you come over to cling to her again." Song Baojun mercilessly exposed her thoughts and sneered: "It's too cheap, right? Do you think it's possible?"

"No, no...that..." Yuan Shuang responded weakly.

"Not what, you're going to explain it clearly."

Yuan Shuang wanted to speak a few times but stopped. Seeing that Song Baojun was getting faster and faster, she finally couldn't help saying, "I, I want to ask you to help me. Now, only you can help..."

But Yuan Shuang's voice immediately stopped abruptly. At the entrance of the stairs was Liu Xiyue, who had a bad face, hugged her arms and chest with both hands, and was frowning to look at her helpless and pitiful figure.

The gaze was like capturing the wife of the mistress, as powerful as she was. Behind Liu Xiyue, there was tall and stout Ling Anqi, a competent female bodyguard.

Liu Xiyue heard about Ling Anqi standing up for Song Baojun to fight Gao Jianyangsuke, and she was particularly appreciating the girl's performance.

She was not worried that Ling Anqi would pose a threat to her. On the one hand, Qiqi was pitifully stupid, but on the other hand, she was loyal to Song Baojun. The third aspect is that figure... She felt that Song Baojun would not be blind.

After contacting Ling Anqi, Liu Xiyue unexpectedly found that the two of them were very chatting. They were both straightforward and stubborn, all of them had a very good temper, and were both careless and even stupid brains. In addition, their aesthetic views were also very consistent. They liked the cute but flashy gadgets. They were tomboys on the surface but had a literary heart.

The two quickly hit it off and started chatting in the spare time when Song Baojun was over, and they were still very enthusiastic.
Chapter completed!