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Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

Chapter 10: Classmate teenagers are not cheap (3)

By Lisa J ThibodeauxPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
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"How long until the potluck is over? The college has something for us to run, and I'm here to assist you." The boy said to Lu Mingfei, "Waiting for you to start, boss."

  Boss? This guy called himself the boss? Lu Mingfei thought he was hearing things. Don't be fucking ridiculous, when did it become his turn to be his boss? The Caesar boss intended to enter the Lionheart Club for many years, but this harmless-looking guy repelled him head-on.

  But it is not like a joke, this guy is said to have no humor cells.

  "Chu Zhang, we are all alumni." The boy took off his sunglasses and shook them for a while and put them back on.

  This time everyone was petrified together.

  To the people of the last three classes and the next three classes of Shilan High School, "Chu Zhang" is a symbol, always far away from the sky.

  You've heard his name and seen him, but you can't remember what he looks like, because you rarely have the chance to get close to him.

  At the graduation ceremony he spoke on behalf of the whole school, wearing a navy blue uniform, hanging his head to read the speech, his forehead hair covering his face; on the basketball court he was the center, abusing his opponents to death, flying to dunk, and when the ball fell to the ground, Chu Zhang had already turned around and retreated to the center line, not even high-fiving his teammates to celebrate; at the Spring Festival party he performed a cello solo, playing a song "Schindler's List" in the middle of the stage, people off stage were still immersed in the music. In the music, the people on the stage were still immersed, saying that this skill is simply on the Spring Festival Gala, Chu Zhang has already packed up the piano box, bowed, and went off stage, leaving only a slender back.

  In Liu Miao Miao's memory, every time she saw Chu Zhang, it was always on a rainy day.

  The rain outside the eaves was like a curtain, and the rain was filled with dense smoke. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. He is slightly bent over as a bamboo bent in the wind, the tendons and joints are strong. The pale light of the sky gilded a layer of halo on the side of his dark back.

  The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. She and the girls joked and laughed as they walked forward, getting closer and closer to the back, each step closer to him was long, so long that time almost froze. Finally, she stood behind Chu Zhang, who politely gave way and nodded in greeting, and Liu Miao Miao noticed that his forehead hair was drenched with rain, wet and blocking his eyes.

  Time returned to normal, Chu Zhang Liu Miao Miao, rubbing shoulders.

  Walking far away, Liu Miao Miao suddenly turned her head sideways and asked, "You guys look at my face is not a pimple?" The students came up to take a look and said no. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

  Through the heavy rain curtain, Chu Zhang is still standing there. Liu Miao Miao has always felt that he likes rainy days, every rainy day, so out of focus, so that people want to ruffle his wet forehead hair and look into his eyes.

  Chu Zhang used his life to interpret two words, "bull".

Fantasy

About the Creator

Lisa J Thibodeaux

l love writing.

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