Diamond school grass drags sweetheart

Ling Ruozi let go of her hand resentfully, and stopped talking to this boring boy.

What Qian Jueyu hated the most was going to class. In class, he enjoyed full freedom. After playing with his mobile phone, he didn't know when there was an extra mirror, and he fiddled with his already impeccable face in front of the mirror.

"How can you be so handsome?" Someone praised shamelessly and narcissistically.

"..." Ling Ruozi didn't respond, and snorted coldly, what's the use of being handsome, she's not just scourge young girls all day long.

When get out of class is over, Ling Ruozi is always surrounded by a lot of nympho.

Of course, the center of the storm was entirely the evildoer sitting next to her.

An extremely restless day passed.

In the evening, Ling Ruozi changed her clothes and came to the Heijie training camp.

She can't say that she completed this task by herself, and she also knows that she is not strong enough to be a qualified killer at all.

She has to accept more tests.

Black Street Training Camp.

A young man wearing a silver mask sat on the sofa high above.His eyes are as sharp as an eagle's.It was freezing cold.Murderous flames radiated from all over the body, as if someone could be smashed to pieces as soon as they approached.

What kind of person is this, and what does the face look like under the mask?Ling Ruozi was very curious.

"Report to the young master, the leader of the Flying Eagle Sect has been shot to death, but I didn't kill it."

"Well, I know, you go down." He replied coldly.

"Yes." Ling Ruozi had something to say, but was forced back by the sentence "Go down."

Maybe she is really useless, but when will she be able to fulfill her wish when she is so useless.

Who is the mysterious man?Why arrange her life step by step?

In the endless night, Ling Ruozi walked hesitantly.

weekend.

A resplendent European-style villa with bodyguards patrolling back and forth.

In an elegant princess room, Su Banqing, in front of the mirror, desperately stuffed her wine-red hair into a black peaked cap, and then picked up the black sunglasses on the table.It rests on his tall nose, covering those embarrassing bright eyes.

Small lips, slightly pouty, smeared a light red lip gloss, looked at the shirt, jeans, and sneakers in the mirror.

Made a 'v' pose in the mirror.Then pick up the phone and wallet on the table.Open the door and go out.

She tiptoed around and looked around, but found that no one was staring at her.Find a trail and break out of the courtyard of the villa.When she jumped from the wall to the ground and saw the family villa behind her, she knew that she had successfully escaped from home again.

It was a hard weekend today, and her parents didn't let her go out to mess around. How could she appear casually in such a riot on the street like a rich young lady.What is the system.So my parents strongly objected, forcing her to study at home every day, and to go on a blind date with a nobleman she didn't like, and get rid of her. She is only 17 years old, should she be married off?I really don't feel sorry for my only daughter.

While complaining, he ran down the street to the city center.She has to grab a car and go to the street market. More importantly, she is going to find the existence of the black street. Maybe she can pass the test, enter there, and become the goddess of the black street worshiped by thousands of people.

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Wenwen grades are too bad, I have no motivation to write down