Can Miss He be so soft-hearted, that guy seems really nice?

"Don't worry, am I the kind of rich second-generation who bullies others by virtue?"

While comforting Miss He and recalling the other person's characteristics in his heart, Wang Yan gradually remembered that buddy.

I have seen it several times during the same class.

Big eyes, tall and thin, slightly dark skin, super white teeth, always with a smile on his face, and he looks particularly gentle.

It has never been a crowd center among boys, but it can inexplicably make people feel trustworthy.

It's like a low-end version of Song Chen that is raising high and thin.

After forming a preliminary impression in his heart, Wang Yan mobilized the sculptors to inquire about everything related to Wang Chong.

Know yourself and your enemy, you will be defeated in a hundred battles!

According to the information fed back, the image of the guy became more and more three-dimensional.

He is from northern Jiangsu, with an average family background, and his academic performance is considered good among a bunch of sluts.

People are kind and even a little naive.

I was in the calligraphy club with Tang Butian and had a good calligraphy level.

I have never had a girlfriend before, and I fell in love with He Miaomiao at first sight.

He was quite stubborn and refused to show kindness from the two girls in the same class to pursue him. Why did the young lady be opposed by the whole class and contribute her a slight power?

A good man.

An easy-to-handle opponent.

Young Master Wang had a clear idea, plan A, plan B, backup plan ABC... I can do it at will.

See you tomorrow, brother!

...

On Saturday morning, continue exercise.

During the three mornings, the sand sculptures made little progress, but their energy was completely activated.

In order to welcome the sports meeting, many students in the class were practicing more, and the fighting spirit and enthusiasm of Class 1 were still the highest.

If you have a big brother, but don’t have a big brother, the difference is that you have mustard.

After completing the exercise, Wang Yan drove back to rent a house and took a shower to change his equipment.

At 8:30, He Miaomiao sent a departure signal, and Wang Yan drove straight to Desiqin City Square.

Following the navigation, I parked the car in the parking lot and then walked into Sijihui, He Miaomiao, Xiao A and Wang Chong, who were taking a taxi, had been walking for a while.

When Wang Yan "meets" He Miaomiao by chance, the young lady was chewing ice cream bored.

Looking at each other from afar, He Miaomiao turned her head.

A little closer, Xiao A shouted in surprise: "Hey?! Wang Yan! Why are you here?"

"Oh, what a coincidence, are you coming out to play?"

I don’t know how He Miaomiao is nonsense, but Xiao A really thought it was a chance encounter and was so surprised.

Young Master Wang greeted him normally and greeted him one by one.

Xiao A, He Miaomiao, and finally Wang Chong.

"Wang Chong, right? We sat in the front and back rows during the big class, hello!"

When Wang Chong saw Wang Yan, his expression was a little solemn and nervous.

In the School of Economics and Management, there should be no freshman boy who doesn’t know Wang Yan.

Everyone knows that Wang Yan is a rich and rich second generation, capable and prestige, and has gathered the sect into a solid piece.

Wang Chong knew more than the ambiguous rumors about Miaomiao and Wang Yan. For example, Wang Yan actually has a girlfriend, but there are still many girls who are flying into the flames.

The little boy's expression was a little bitter, and he shook hands with Wang Yan nervously: "Hello Brother Wang, uh, did you come by yourself?"

When chatting, I looked around and hoped that a beautiful woman would suddenly jump out from behind Young Master Wang, and it would be better to hold the arm of the strong enemy.

However, there is no goose.

"Well, I'm preparing to decorate my new home and have a look at the pieces."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and looked at Wang Chong calmly.

The handsome guy at about 80 points is slightly taller than himself, but he is thinner, has a kind of bookish spirit and clean eyes.

To be fair, she is a very market-oriented boy. Without knowing any tricks, a girl takes the initiative to flirt with her.

Those who are in a normal college cannot be single, but instead have the freedom to choose a partner.

only……

I like an impossible woman, miserable.

Wang Yan withdrew his gaze and glanced at the cone ice cream in Wang Chong's left hand.

Wang Chong reacted and handed the ice cream directly to Wang Yan: "I'll treat everyone to ice cream. Brother Wang, you hold this. I haven't touched it before. I'll buy another one!"

Very polite, polite, and kind-hearted.

The eldest young man didn't pretend to be shameful, but he didn't accept it for granted.

"Don't, brother, I'll buy it myself, you can rest."

I really bought one myself.

Each price is three yuan, and the taste is good. Compared with high-end ice cream, it can be said to be of good quality and low price.

"Oh, it's delicious, brother, the store you chose?"

Wang Yan praised Wang Chong very happily without any stingyness.

"I checked the Internet and they all said that his ice cream was very delicious, so I brought Miaomiao and Xiao A to try it."

"Yeah, it's really good."

Wang Yan nodded, and killed the ice cream in two mouthfuls, clapped his hands, and asked He Miaomiao for tissues.

"Why don't you bring anything when you go out?"

The young lady muttered, opened the cool and trendy Nike backpack and took out a stack of tissues without outer packaging.

Young Master Wang directly drew four pictures, each of whom divided one.

I picked it up and wiped my hands. I felt the texture was extremely special, like a cloth but not a cloth, soft and tough, and immediately realized that the situation was not simple.

"What brand of paper pumping? It feels so good."

He Miaomiao replied casually: "Cassandra, imitation cloth paper handkerchief."

Wang Chong and Xiao A were still confused and nodded and agreed: "It's quite strong..."

Wang Yan felt a little moved and felt that this was a small opportunity to guide the topic immediately.

"It's quite expensive, right? Why don't you bring a paper box?"

He Miaomiao was quite insensitive to this and looked at Wang Yan in wonder: "It's not expensive, 50 yuan per box, it seems like there are more than 100 yuan, right? The box is a bit big and it's inconvenient to carry it. I can use it for a whole day when I go out to plug ten pieces."

"Oh." Wang Yan nodded naturally, "That's really not expensive."

Well, it costs 50 yuan and 100 yuan per piece.

10 photos can be used for one day for 5 yuan, which is really not expensive.

When Xiao A and Wang Chong heard the conversation between the two, they subconsciously looked at each other, and almost shed tears of poverty.

Wang Chong's movements of wiping his hands became a little stiff, and he asked Xiao A in a low voice: "Don't you know?"

Xiao A shook his head silently: "I know it's not cheap. I thought, why can such a big box cost more than ten or twenty yuan?"

The result is that I'm too naive...

Wang Yan did not use this to continue to play, but it started, so there is no need to hurry.

After sorting out, a few people started shopping in the mall.

Xiao A was interested in everything he saw, Wang Chong wanted to buy a pair of sneakers, while He Miaomiao and Wang Yan didn't feel anything he saw.

Finally, after repeated comparisons, Wang Chong resolutely won the outdated Kobe8 between the new Kobe8 and LeBron.

798 yuan, but the color scheme is not complete.

Wang Yan didn't laugh at Wang Chong, and patted the guy's shoulder with quite understanding: "Kobe is the sentiment of our generation..."

"Uh-huh!"

Wang Chong nodded excitedly and asked Wang Yan: "Do you want to buy two pairs? It's hard to find an old model now."

Young Master Wang casually expressed his plans: "I'll wait a little longer, when will the house be cleaned up, just collect a complete set of authentic signatures."

Wang Zhong roughly understood the market and calculated it casually in his mind, and the tear glands were crushed by an astronomical number.
To be continued...