The girl's red lips were warm and sweet, which made Ximen Lang obsessed with it. It took him a long time to recover.
After politely rejecting Jiang Xiaoyu's request to send him to the classroom, Ximen Lang said goodbye to her and watched as she got into the police car and left with a shy face. Then he turned around, but he couldn't help being shocked.
I saw that the windows of the entire teaching building were crowded with people. Not only the students, but also the teachers participated in watching the live broadcast. Their strong interest and attention in it surpassed that of the World Cup football match.
When the students in Grade 1 and Grade 3 saw this popular figure facing them, they became even more enthusiastic and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Brother Lang... you are awesome..." just like his super fans.
A smile appeared on Ximen Lang's lips. Damn it, this young master was just drunk and immoral and had an affair. He accidentally became an extremely popular figure in Nanfeng High School. However, this was thanks to Jiang Xiaoyu's good cooperation!
In excitement, he waved his hand in the direction of his class, which was met with cheers. So many students in other classes guessed that he was a student of the same school and asked about the boy's origins.
"Who is this man? It seems he is from our school."
"He is a transfer student from Class 1, Grade 3, named Ximenlang. He is the one who started the teacher-student romance a few days ago."
"Ah! It turns out it's him. Isn't this guy in love with that very beautiful English teacher Xiao Muqing? Why did he fall in love with the policewoman again?"
For a time, the name Ximenlang spread among many students at Nanfeng High School, and he became a well-known figure in the school and an idol for some people. Today, he has the first batch of die-hard fans, and those fans call themselves Langhua.
Of course, more boys are envious and jealous at the same time. They always feel that the beautiful policewoman who follows him is like a flower stuck in cow dung, and they secretly wonder why that lump of cow dung is not me?
After being intoxicated for a moment, Ximenlang quickly walked into the teaching building and returned to the classroom of Grade 1 and Grade 3.
Fatty Han shouted loudly: "Students, the hero who defeated the policewoman is back, everyone applauds and welcomes..."
With a sound, everyone cheered and applauded warmly.
Thunderous applause surrounded Ximen Lang. He smiled and waved his hands and said: "Low-key, must be low-key!"
After the applause, a group of young men surrounded Ximenlang and curiously asked him how he managed to get the pretty policewoman. They all said they wanted to be their teacher and learn how to pick up girls.
Regarding this topic, Ximen Lang, who has been picking up girls since he was ten years old, certainly has countless experiences to talk about. He immediately started talking nonsense with joy, which made a group of young boys dazzled and lost their minds after hearing it.
Xia Zhiyuan looked at him coldly, listening to his dirty theories. She was surprised to find that she had really made a mistake at the beginning. How could he be a simple and honest country boy? He was simply better than those who knew all day long.
The second-generation rich man who has sex with a seductress is even more powerful and despicable!
Time passed by unconsciously and get out of class was over.
Ximen Lang stopped imparting his experience at the right time and said: "The key to picking up girls is to be bold, careful and shameless. This is the Seven-Character Sutra. If you study it thoroughly, you are still very sure of success. Let's stop here. Let's talk about this topic.
Let’s discuss it later.”
A group of boys still had some unfinished ideas, but since the boss said so, they had no choice but to give up and disperse.
At this time, three foreign class boys walked into the classroom, came to Ximen Lang, and looked at him.
The short and thick boy in the lead asked: "Are you Ximen Lang?"
Ximen Lang had an impression of this guy. He had seen him in Lu Wei Jue Restaurant, nodded and said, "I am, who are you?"
"I am Xie Xinming from the Prince Gang. This is a post for you from our boss, Brother Long. Please accept it." Xie Xinming put the post in his hand on the desk.
Ximen Lang asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"
Xie Xinming said: "We, Brother Long, will treat you to dinner at six o'clock in the evening at the Longteng Hotel."
Ximen Lang frowned slightly, what the hell did Qiu Longyu have in mind? Why did he think of inviting me to dinner? However, it is a blessing, not a curse, and it is a curse that cannot be avoided, so it is better to go and have a look. He nodded and said: "Please tell Brother Long,
I will definitely go there."
Xie Xinming said: "I will convey your words to Brother Long and leave first." He led the two people out of the classroom of Grade 1 and Grade 3.
What is placed on the desk is a carefully designed red invitation card with three large black characters on it, "Prince Gang," and below it are several lines of small characters, "Nanfeng High School, the tiger is leaping and the dragon is soaring. When the prince comes out, who can compete with him?"
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Ximen Lang sneered, took the pen and added a few lines below, "The huge waves floated on the sea, the waves were rough, the dragon subdued and the jade was subdued, the world was dominant." He threw it into the desk and thought to himself, although your Prince's Gang is powerful,
But you may not be able to cover the sky with one hand!
Many younger brothers cheered and gathered around. Fatty Han said: "Brother Lang, Qiu Longyu has always been very awesome. Why is he inviting you to dinner all of a sudden? I suspect he has no good intentions. You have to be careful."
Liang Simo said slightly worriedly: "Is it possible that the Prince's Gang is afraid that our power will grow, so they want to take action, and want to take advantage of our fledgling power to deal with us?"
Ximen Lang waved his hand, "This is not the place to talk. Fatty, Simo, Ronnie, come with me." He stood up and led several people out of the classroom.
Five minutes later, the core figures of the Julang Gang appeared in the woods behind the school, including Xuanyuan Mo and Pu Yongguang who had received the call.
Ximen Lang told Xuanyuan Mo about the invitations sent by the Prince's gang, and asked Xuanyuan Mo for his opinion, "What do you think we should do?"
Xuanyuan Mo pondered for a while and said: "Qiu Longyu has long had the idea of dominating Nanfeng High School, but considering the power of each organization that cannot be underestimated, he has been slow to take action. Now he probably can't bear it and wants to take action. Maybe he is playing tricks
The best thing is to be courteous first and then fight. Try to win over some of the organizations and bring them under his command, and deal with the rest who don't comply one by one. Brother Lang, you should go to the meeting, but we also have to be on guard and be prepared to deal with emergencies."
Ximen Lang nodded in agreement, "I think so too, we have to be careful. One more thing, I think our Julang Gang should have a place to stay. Does any of you have a way to help me rent a place that is not afraid of tatters?
Just let us people gather together."
Xuanyuan Mo said hurriedly: "I have a place, there is no need to rent it."
Ximen Lang said excitedly: "Really? That's great. Let's go over and take a look now."
Xuanyuan Mo agreed happily, "Okay, I'll let you go."
These people stopped going to class and walked out of the woods to the front of the teaching building. Among them, Fatty Han, Xuanyuan Mo, and Ronny all had motorcycles, carrying Ximen Lang, Liang Simo, and Pu Yongguang out of the school gate and headed east.
go.
Ten minutes later, three motorcycles arrived at a relatively remote shanty town and parked in front of a dilapidated warehouse with an area of more than 300 square meters. Xuanyuan Mo took out the key and unlocked the big iron door, leading a few people away.
Go in.
The room was empty, with only some cardboard boxes placed in the corners, and a slight musty smell in the air.
Xuanyuan Mo smiled and asked: "Brother Lang, how are you? Are you satisfied with this place?"
Ximen Lang said happily: "I'm satisfied. I'm very satisfied. It's such a good place. The most important thing is that I don't have to spend money to pay rent."
The whole group of people laughed, and Fatty Han asked curiously: "What is this house used for?"
Xuanyuan Mo said: "This is our warehouse. My family sells ceramic tiles and has a store on Huaxin Road. But now there is planning there. The original house has been demolished and a new building is being built. Our business has also
It’s over now. It will be reopened next year when the new building is completed, so this warehouse will be idle. Look at the cardboard boxes in the corner, which are all leftover tiles for sale.”
Fatty Han joked: "Hey, Xuanyuan, you are actually a descendant of a capitalist. Isn't your family's business a big deal?"
Xuanyuan Mo scolded: "Go away, our family just does some small business to make ends meet. How can we be called capitalists?"
Fatty Han said with a slight sense of inferiority: "That's better than our family. My father is a pig butcher."
Several people began to tease him, "You are a good butcher. You have meat to eat every day. No wonder you are so fat, fat man?"
"The fat man looks like a pig butcher, just like the pork dragon in Once Upon a Time."
"After graduation, just pass on the mantle and pick up your father's butcher's knife and sell the meat..."