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Song Yaoming sat in the middle of the classroom, completely unintentional to attend class, his eyes kept staring at Chu Xiyan.

Every move and expression of the girl made him fascinated. He asked himself that he had played with many women, but in front of this angel, they all became dull.

There was a voice in my heart telling him: Such a beautiful girl is perfect for you!

"Brother Song! You...you seem to have fallen to the seventh..." A little brother's surprise voice came from beside him.

"What seventh?"

Song Yaoming asked impatiently.

"Campus popularity list, Ning Xiaofan has surpassed you and has reached the fifth place!"

"What, Ning Xiaofan?"

Song Yaoming's expression was stagnant. He hadn't paid much attention to the campus popularity list these two days because this thing was just a piece of shit to him.

He hurriedly grabbed his younger brother's cell phone, stared at him, and found that he was indeed squeezed to [no.7], with Chu Xiyan and Ning Xiaofan in front of him.

“I x!”

Song Yaoming cursed in a low voice, holding his cell phone tightly in anger.

He was very happy, but he said he was very angry when he let a little loser step on his head!

"The first thorn in the freshman? He beats the class director, insults the school leader, fights the instructor alone, and beats the president of Jeet Kune... Humph, there is only one idiot who knows how to fight."

Song Yaoming laughed without being annoyed, and looked very happy.

"Brother Song, can you still laugh?" The little brother next to him was stunned.

"Nonsense! I want to laugh, but also celebrate! Awei, call Pan Xiao and the others to come to the evening. Emperor Entertainment, I'll treat you!" Song Yaoming's face was full of joy.

"Uh, OK, OK."

Brother Zhou Wei nodded repeatedly, but underestimated in his heart, 'Brother Song's mind is broken, right?'

Song Yaoming is very happy!

Nothing is more fun than being a love rival being a waste.

One is a little hooligan who fights all day long.

The other is the CEO, which is a big business world with an annual salary of tens of millions.

Any fool knows how to choose?

After class, Song Yaoming came to the back seat swaying. Ning Xiaofan was lying on the table and playing games with Murong Ye. The two of them had serious expressions and shouted from time to time.

"Haha, it's really a waste."

A strong look of contempt flashed through Song Yaoming's eyes and walked up.

"Student Ning, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Ah...ah? Wait a moment, I'll finish this game."

Ning Xiaofan lit the phone screen with both hands, but he didn't even look at Song Yaoming. The latter was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

How dare he wait for something like a waste!

Song Yaoming took a deep breath and waited for five or six minutes before Ning Xiaofan finished the fight.

"Damn it! Xiaofan, kill 0 to death in 23, you are a great god!" Murong Ye was shocked at the game record.

“Low, low-key.”

Ning Xiaofan waved his hand modestly.

Song Yaoming couldn't help but shake his head, and then asked, "Student Ning, have you finished the fight?"

"The fight is over, uh... it's you?" Ning Xiaofan seemed to have discovered Song Yaoming's existence at this time, "Is there anything wrong with the squad leader?"

"Private affairs, can you friends, please avoid it?" Song Yaoming said with a faint smile.

Murong Ye frowned, "What's the matter? Just avoid it?"

"Okay, then I'll just say it!"

Song Yaoming curled his lips and looked at Ning Xiaofan, "Please offer a price, how much is it to leave Xiyan?"

"What?"

Ning Xiaofan was stunned and wondered if he had heard something wrong.

"You are looking for death!" Murong Ye suddenly became angry, and even Zhang Peng, who had always been honest, frowned.

This is too bullying!

"Don't be excited, brothers."

Song Yaoming waved his hand with a smile, and three strong young men walked up behind him, protecting him.

"Ha, classmate Ning, I have a shortcoming, that is, I like to speak straightforwardly. Let's say that, just because of your current appearance, I'm not worthy of Chu Xiyan at all!"

His eyes were raised, and his voice had an unquestionable meaning.

Murong Ye cursed, "Fuck!" and rolled up his sleeves and wanted to do it, but was stopped by Ning Xiaofan.

"Xiaofan?"

Murong Ye gritted his teeth in anger. Ning Xiaofan couldn't even tolerate this, right?

The latter looked at Song Yaoming with a smile on his tone, "I am not worthy of Xiyan. So, are you worthy of it?"

"You're not talking nonsense!"

The younger brother Zhou Wei smiled coldly and said proudly: "We, Young Master Song, are only eighteen years old, and they serve as the CEO of three companies, with an annual profit of more than 10 million! You can open a Lamborghini and live in a Jiangview suite, and you can look at your bear-like look!"

"What a thing, I dare to compete with our Young Master Song!"

"What is my identity and status, I don't know a little about it?"

"A garbage thing, I think even I am better than him!"

The three little brothers burst into laughter, their tone was full of sarcasm and mockery.

Song Yaoming waved his hand and signaled that they were almost ready. Then he took a step forward and said seriously: "In this way, I will pay 100,000 yuan. Now you will break up with Chu Xiyan immediately, and then say... well... just say you like another girl!"

As he said that, he nodded on his own, took out his cell phone, "Tell me your payment account, and I'll transfer it to you directly."

“…”

Ning Xiaofan was speechless. Damn, is it fun to direct and act by yourself?

His eyes looked at Song Yaoming as if he was looking at a completely deceased person, and even a little sad.

"Hmm? I think the money is too low?"

Song Yaoming snorted coldly, "Double, 200,000? Is that OK?"

Ning Xiaofan sighed.

"Not yet? Boy, do you want the lion to speak out loud!?"

Song Yaoming frowned and said in a bad tone: "300,000! This is my bottom line! I think this money should be considered a huge sum of money for you. You'd better know something about it..."

"Three hundred thousand!?"

Zhou Wei's eyes turned red immediately, and he licked his lips and said, "Song... Mr. Song, why don't you give me the money? I promise to let this kid break up with Chu Xiyan obediently!"

Song Yaoming raised his eyebrows, "Well, this is a solution."

Zhou Wei's eyes lit up, he took a step forward, and his big hand suddenly slapped Ning Xiaofan's face!

He wanted to teach Ning Xiaofan a lesson first!

"Ba————”

A crisp and loud slap sounded in the classroom, causing the students in the third class to turn their heads together.

Generally speaking, the most attractive event in schools is fighting.

Before everyone could see clearly, a series of firecracker-like explosions sounded, and the four of them flew backwards almost at the same time.

One hit the wall heavily, two smashed the glass and flew out of the window.

The worst thing was Zhou Wei. His head was stuck in the crack in the classroom seat, and a back-plant came, and a painful sound of humming and whining came from his mouth.

Ga!?
Chapter completed!