At ten o'clock in the morning, on the Ningda playground, rows of soldiers were standing at attention under the scorching sun.
Lin Can stood very straight, and didn't move at all even when a mosquito was sucking blood from his face.
Lin Can is a serious man. Even Yang Wu was so serious when she was studying at the Normal School. How could he be weaker than a woman?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Lin Can is the hope of the whole family. Before the military training, the sisters called "this man" one by one to cheer him up.
How could Lin Can have the nerve to be lazy? He gritted his teeth and didn't even say he was tired. This is a real man!
On Lin Can’s left is Liu Ziyang. He played too much last night and is really exhausted.
On the right is Chu He. This guy has endured hardships and used to work on a construction site. He is very manly.
There was no Huang Tiantian. Huang Tiantian was "fragile" and fainted after standing for an hour. She was carried to the infirmary. It was not certain whether she was faking it.
Bah! Shame on you!
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Under the gaze of all the freshmen and seniors, eight girls wearing tight and loose dresses came up from the front row of the eight cars. They had fair skin, beautiful looks, and long legs, but their long legs were covered by the dresses.
No one: "Tsk~~~"
Qu Fu continued to stare at Lin Can and Liu Ziyang's buttocks, thinking about life.
Bach stared at Liu Ziyang's butt, holding his chin, thinking, "Have you offended Wang Wenwan? Why did you come here to cheer you on?"
Bach stood straight, staring at Wang Canglin as he approached—you are coming over here! Sister Wenwan, Sister Xiaoxiao, hurry up and take those girls away, are you crazy?
That's a school, and the Eight Sisters are very particular about instilling in students a bad sense of dress.
"Let's go."
"Eight please, you see them off."
"It's coming out. It's coming out."
Bach was a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder. The eight sisters were all restrained because they were short of one to come and see him off.
"Be careful not to get a heat stroke. It will be very sad if you do, darling."
"Thank you, Bada..." Principal Ma had just said that when he realized he had spoken rudely and immediately changed his words. "Thank you, Sister Qingya, Sister Wenwan, and Sister Xiaoxiao, for your long-term support of your school. Please say thank you to them on behalf of the sponsored elementary school students."
"What kind of impressive figure has arrived? So few school leaders are standing in a row to receive him."
Wu Luo is the one who has to hold on the most!
Bach took a long breath.
Standing next to Liu Ziyang was Lin Can. While the instructor was paying attention, Lin Can wiped the sweat off his face and glanced at Bach in front of Liu Ziyang. He was standing straight, looking up at a 45-degree angle, staring at Liu Ziyang's buttocks. There was no confusion or understanding between his brows. It seemed that he was staring at the other person's buttocks and thinking about something.
"He also saw that the sun was very strong today. This is the daughter of the richest man. What's the big deal about holding an umbrella for her?"
"!!! Why are you walking towards you?"
The eight sisters, carrying luxury bags and wearing low-heeled shoes, stopped and turned their heads. Their beautiful eyes, which seemed friendly but were actually cold, swept across the playground without a square formation, as if they were searching for someone.
【宁a·00001】’s Mercedes-Benz McQuaid.
If Bach could move during military training, he would definitely rush over and slap Qu Fuming on the butt!
Bach: "There's nothing to envy. You are special people too."
At the very beginning, the eighth sister signed the eight words [Xie Wanlian] above her two elder sisters.
"Brother Lin, you'll be the one who has the bigger picture. Does he drink water? Go buy him some."
"How do you know? Anyway, this thing is a sure win or a loss."
"Without aura, what does Bad Qi look like!"
"Don't worry about what others say. If you stand incorrectly, you will be punished." Bach replied.
She also knew that there was one, so she lifted her hair that was messed up by the wind to her ears. Under the guidance of the principal and school leaders, Eighth Sister nodded and followed them back to the comprehensive building to discuss the donation.
That tone, seems familiar?
The senior was also dumbfounded. He had just mocked Bach for being the son of the richest man, so why did the son of the richest man come so soon?
Huang Tiantian glared provocatively at the senior who had just mocked Bach: "What, are you convinced? The richest man's son came here in person, that's called skill!"
"clear."
No one in the whole school was left puzzled.
"You know how much it was. Anyway, that summer, electricity demand was low, and Xiaonan's hydropower station reportedly refunded nearly 1 million yuan a day!"
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Xie Wanlian also took a step closer, retreating to behind Bach, not in front of Liu Ziyang, and raised her head to look directly at Bach.
What is the meaning of a wife's heart? Yesterday she washed your underwear and slept with her legs as a pillow, but now she comes over here. Bach understands.
Bach was worried about Liu Ziyang. He thought, "You are so poor and in such bad shape. If you are targeted by the seventh generation of rich people and get cheated on, it would be so pitiful."
"rest!"
It was hard to tell what shape Xie Wanlian was. She looked very thin from the back. If Lin Can hadn't seen Xie Wanlian's 36D figure during the gathering, he would have been fooled by this illusion.
"Bad pretty sister, wow! You've seen this GI bag of yours online before, it costs less than 800,000."
Time is ticking away.
After throwing their hats, a small number of them lay down on the playground.
"Look over here at the complex building, eight Maizijins are coming."
That’s right, you kept staring at Bach, and that guy seemed to know him, so why did he come over here?
"You know who it is. That's the car owned by the eight sons of Qu Fuming, the richest man in Ninghai Province. Wasn't your school's new library donated by Qu Fuming? He also establishes scholarships every year."
The instructor stood at the end of the team, looking curiously at the richest man's boy walking to Bach's side. He was also very curious why the richest man's boy went to see Bach. He heard that he was a seventh-generation rich man and drove a Bentley. Oh~ did he know him?
A whistle blew.
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