Thinking of this, Xinyan smiled sweetly.

Yang Lulu sat in the classroom, watching the teacher write and draw with chalk on the blackboard, making a "squeaking" sound.

The classroom was very large and filled with tables, chairs and benches. Due to the large number of students, more than 130 children were stuffed into the class where Yang Lulu was in.

According to the age order of peacetime, Yang Lulu, ten years old this year, should be in the fourth grade.

The door sign outside the classroom reads "Grade 6 Class 3".

The fourth and fifth grades are already crowded. In Kunming City, Yang Lulu followed Su Hao and others to self-study the relevant courses. Naturally, she only chooses to learn the knowledge she has not mastered yet.

Education during war-torn times was as simple as possible. The "geometry" subjects that should have appeared in junior high school in peacetime have now become courses for sixth grade primary school students.

Yang Lulu concentrates on looking at the figures drawn by the teacher on the blackboard, silently recites the pi, and calculates the answers to the question according to the formula.

She usually plays crazy, but studies meticulously.

My deskmate is a tall fat boy. From time to time, he secretly glanced at Yang Lulu who was sitting next to him from the corner of his eyes, with a silly smile on his face.

Tall, of course, is relative.

Yang Lulu develops early among her peers and is of medium or upper height. But no one can deny that she is the youngest girl in the classroom.

Now, it is the fourth class in the morning.

The bell rang very quickly.

After packing up his schoolbag, Yang Lulu prepared to leave the classroom.

A girl with a thick face and freckles on her nose walked up to Yang Lulu, bent her fingers, and said in a arrogant tone mixed with contempt and arrogant voice: "Hey, come with me."

Yang Lulu stopped what she was doing and raised her head.

The freckled girl is her classmate, and she seems to be named Wang Xiaotao or Wang Xiaoli?

Anyway, it is a name related to fruit.

There are too many students in this class. Yang Lulu never pays attention to those who are irrelevant, hostile to themselves, but have no practical ability.

Because Su Hao once said: "The threat to himself is equivalent to an ants' opponents, just pretend they don't exist."

Yang Lulu curled her lips, sneered and shook her head, picked up her schoolbag and was about to leave.

As soon as I walked to the door of the classroom, I suddenly surrounded a large group of girls, about twenty.

The girl in the lead is about 1.6 meters tall, one and a half head taller than Yang Lulu. She looks well developed, and her high breasts are almost about to break her shirt. Below is a fluffy skirt with purple and black satin, which is very short. Because of her walking posture, you can often see a small half of her butt exposed from the hem of the flip skirt.

The chaos caused by the virus outbreak, coupled with the fact that the base city is currently controlled by the military, has made many children only assigned to various classes according to the school requirements and the results of the admission test. In addition to Yang Lulu's situation where lows come from, there are also some children who have already entered junior high school who have been in a dangerous environment for a long time, fear, and disordered thinking, which has caused most of the knowledge they have learned to be forgotten. They can only go from highs to lows and learn old things again.

Yang Lulu looked at the girl's fleshy breasts in front of her with great interest and said coldly: "Luo Li, what are you thinking?"

Luo Li is fourteen years old this year and should be in the second grade of junior high school. Now, she is in the same class as Yang Lulu.

"Shut up———"

Luo Li stared at Yang Lulu fiercely, lowered her voice, and said in an extremely hatred tone: "Don't talk so much nonsense. Come with us to the rooftop and leave now."

Yang Lulu looked at her calmly: "What if I say I can't go?"

Luo Li had obviously expected this answer to it. She looked around her long and smooth hair, looked around the other girls standing around, and her eyes turned to Yang Lulu, with a cold expression, as if she was about to stab the scalpel into a key part of a man.

"No? Hehehehehe, let's break your legs now———"

The rooftop rooftop is spacious and sunny.

Yang Lulu walked in front like a generously executed female hero. Behind her are a lot of companions. They surrounded Yang Lulu in the middle. Looking down from the air, it is easy to remind people of the meat-filled mooncakes made of little girls.

Very tender and full of taste.

There were chattering and chattering everywhere around.

Some girls were whispering, and some girls were talking loudly without restraint. Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Lulu. The expressions on their faces were extremely hot. It was definitely not a sign of like or happiness, but full of jealousy and hatred, and naked disgust.

Yang Lulu let out a long breath of fresh air, turned her head and looked at Luo Li standing behind her.

I have to admit that this girl is indeed precocious. She is comparable to adults in terms of figure and size. It is said that Luo Li likes "Bushima", so her dress is more sexy. However, her face is really far from the ideal animated characters. It is very flat and long. Although it is not ugly, there are indeed too many men who want to become interested in it after watching it.

But the more this happens, the more exposed Luo Li is in dress. She likes others to call her "Loli".

"Tell me here, what's the matter?"

Looking at Yang Lulu with a calm expression, Luo Li gritted her teeth in a jealous manner.

Wang Xiaoli, who was standing next to her, obviously belonged to the type of emotional outflow. She stared at Yang Lulu with her almost fiery eyes, as if it was a big meal for devouring.

"I'll ask your family to drop out of school for you."

The wind was getting heavier and heavier, blowing Luo Li's smooth long hair in the air. Combined with her flying short skirt and tall figure, this scene should be beautiful from behind. But for some reason, Yang Lulu could not help but think of Mei Chaofeng, who was dancing in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

She frowned and said, "Exit school?"

Wang Xiaoli rubbed her freckled nose and snorted coldly with a strong nasal sound: "If you don't want to die, it's best to hear Sister Luo."

Yang Lulu asked seriously: "Why?"

Luo Li had a layer of cold frost on her face.

In her mind, Yang Lulu is a freak.

Although she is only ten years old, Yang Lulu is indeed beautiful. At least, she is more beautiful than herself.

Luo Li has always been reluctant to admit that this is true.

However, compared with Yang Lulu, I found the photos of my age when I was a child, which are simply the difference between the potatoes dug out of arid areas and fresh red apples just picked from the trees.

This little girl who suddenly appeared is very likable. To be precise, she should be liked by many boys. For example, Zhou Pangpang, who is at the same table with her, the fat man stares at her almost every day in class.

Luo Li has always not understood why this is?

Isn’t men’s favorite sexy girls with big breasts, big butts and thick lips? They invented high heels and stockings to maximize the most critical parts of the female body. They can actually see the eyes, make the brain have fantasies, and stimulate the secretion of adrenaline and male hormones.
Chapter completed!