Leng Xuan was still standing at the door, sweating profusely from the sun. When he saw Leng October coming out, he wanted to reach out and take his tennis bag, but he avoided it!
"Master! Where are you going!"
The corners of his mouth twitched... This young master was too silent... I couldn't figure out his thoughts. He followed behind Leng October... in a leisurely manner!!
Leng October stopped, Leng Xuan almost bumped into him... Fortunately, his reaction was faster, otherwise, Leng October would have turned him into a pig! After all... a certain germaphobe would control the touch of strangers
Keep punching the opponent!
"But.."
Leng Xuan scratched his head... His mission is to follow the young master... this... that!!
"Master! You can't abandon me!"
Clutching Leng Shiyue's tennis backpack, his slightly handsome face was tangled together, making a distressed expression. He had runny nose and tears... very funny.
Leng Yueyue turned back to look at Leng Xuan, his eyes were calm without any disturbance, and his clear eyes made Leng Xuan's scalp numb... How could he feel that the sultry early autumn turned into the cold deep winter in an instant.
"...This, that!! Master!!"
He immediately pulled down his bitter face and did not dare to put on any expression... He was at a loss and wanted to explain... but he didn't know what to say!!
"Tomorrow, Hyokui Tennis Club!"
Leng Shiyue dropped a sentence, and Leng Xuan, who was clueless, didn't know how to understand...
Tomorrow??Bingei Tennis Club?What does Young Master mean??
A series of question marks kept flashing in his mind, and he really couldn't figure out what they meant??
"Master! This is..."
He came to his senses in a daze, and Leng Yueyue had disappeared. He opened his mouth and said the last few words, "What do you mean?!"
As soon as the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves drift, and the cold hanging freezes there in a very depressed place!
"Ahhhhh... boss!"
Feng Qingxu rubbed his eyes...did he see it wrong? Leng October, who had never been to the Yedi Tennis Tribe, was actually in the same school as him??
He ran over with open arms... ready for a bear hug with Leng October. But...
Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel! Leng Yueyue looked at Feng Qingxu without saying a word... When he was right in front of him, he suddenly turned around and walked to another road. When he turned a corner, Feng Qingxu didn't have time to brake...
He just rushed into the trash can behind the place where Leng October originally occupied!
Head down, thighs up...
Fortunately, the cleaning of the Internet Prison is good. It is only morning now and the trash can has just been cleaned...so!!
Someone is not unlucky...
He was like a tumbler, swaying from side to side, but couldn't touch the ground... His head was almost dizzy, and he couldn't get out of the trash can yet!!
Leng October heard the buzzing sound and still didn't look back... he kept walking along the path...
Leng Xuan chases Leng October...
"Classmate! Does the trash can smell good?"
Leng Xuan rescued Feng Qingxu and asked with a confused look... Feng Qingxu almost wanted to vomit all over him.
"….Boss!"
Giving Leng Xuan a roll of his eyes, Feng Qingxu cried and chased after Leng Yuyue's turning path... shouting in grievance!!
Leng Xuan remained motionless. Was this person abandoned? Otherwise, why would he be so fond of trash cans?