Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

"No, Qianqian and I came by bicycle, and we will go back by bicycle."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuo couldn't force it anymore: "Okay then, Lingling, I know your mobile phone number now, don't avoid me anymore!"

"Who is avoiding you!"

Zhang Lingling said stiffly: "I'm leaving! Qianqian is waiting for me over there, don't follow me, so as not to be surrounded by people."

After speaking, she turned 3.3 and left.

After turning around, a smile appeared on her face, who was pretending to be calm.

Like a peach blossom in full bloom.

After coming to my best friend, I said, "Let's go! Let's go back!"

Qianqian was very curious: "Hey, hey, what's your relationship with Yang Zhuo? I think he seems to care about you very much. Could it be that he likes you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Lingling's heart beat wildly: "What nonsense are you talking about, we are high school classmates."

"That's why you like him! No wonder, no wonder you always drag me to Beijing University to play, so you want to see Yang Zhuo."

"Don't talk nonsense! I didn't!"

At this time, Qianqian suddenly thought of something: "No, I have an autographed photo!"

"He didn't bring it with him, where can I get it for you? Next time!"

Zhang Lingling walked in front, with a little joy in her steps.

I am in a good mood and feel that the sky is particularly bright.

the other side.

Yang Zhuo also had a smile on his face.

did not expect.

I really didn't expect to meet my old classmates.

Thinking of this, she took out her mobile phone and saved her number in the address book, and sent a text message by the way: Lingling, treat you to dinner on weekends!

Zhang Lingling replied in seconds: Call me the monitor!

Yang Zhuo: OK!Lingling!

Chapter 207 Taking a Girl Home for the First Time

After returning to the Field Management Center, Yang Zhuo called Wang Jinghua.

It's not a big deal, I just want her to help look at the car.

Speaking of which, he can do this kind of thing by himself, but, with his current fame, appearing in public may cause some troubles.

So I let Wang Jinghua do it for me.

Track field.

After running a few sets of downhill runs, Wang Jinghua came over just as she was about to take a break.

Yang Zhuo took a sip of mineral water: "Sister Hua! Please run for me!"

Hearing this, Wang Jinghua teased: "No trouble, because I planned to see the God of War who will turn the tide in the [-]th National Games."

Yang Zhuo:

"Sister Hua, you should embarrass me first when we meet!"

"Haha."

Wang Jinghua smiled and sat down on the folding chair: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal. I don't have a driver's license now. I can almost live in the house, so I'm thinking about buying a car, but you know, I'm not suitable for showing up, so you can help me take a look."

"Damn, why am I thinking about it! What kind of car do you want? Rolls-Royce? Porsche? Or some sports car?"

"No no no!"

Yang Zhuo put down the mineral water: "The sports car is useless, it will rot if you hit it!"

Wang Jinghua:

Did you buy the car to hit it?

"I want the 04 big guy, I have to bump into others on the road! So I bought a Hummer H1! Powerful and rough!"

Wang Jinghua:

"Are you sure? The fuel consumption is ridiculously high!"

"It's okay, just be safe."

Yang Zhuo is not afraid of high fuel consumption, he is afraid of being unsafe.

He didn't think about bumping into others, but he was afraid of being bumped.

It feels safer to drive this kind of car.

"Okay! The style is in line with your identity! However, this car has to be ordered through an imported car dealer, and it will take a while to arrive."

"It's all right."

Yang Zhuo didn't care too much: "You can buy a Mercedes-Benz for a few days first."

Wang Jinghua:

How long does it take to buy a Mercedes-Benz?

Why does this sound so embarrassing!

Mercedes-Benz is easy to buy, and Wang Jinghua quickly got Yang Zhuo a S600 luxury model, which was close to 300 million.

Money is not a problem, as long as you have a car, you will be fine.

weekend.

The gate of the financial gate.

When Yang Zhuo drove over, he saw Zhang Lingling wearing a long skirt, shawl and long hair.

So he honked the horn and lowered the windows.

Seeing him, Zhang Lingling trotted over and got into the car.

"The car you bought?"

"Well, I just bought it."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingling tilted her head and looked at him: "Then I have to fasten my seat belt."

Yang Zhuo:

"Lingling, you doubt my skills, don't you?"

Yang Zhuo rolled his eyes: "I drive very well! And very stable."

"laugh."

Zhang Lingling blinked playfully, "I'm just joking."

at the same time.

School gate.

A few girls looked at this side furtively.

Zhang Lingling's roommate.

One of them is Qianqian whom Yang Zhuo met a few days ago.

"Wow! This is a big run, super expensive! Is Lingling next to the rich second generation?"

"Near your head!"

Qianqian rolled her eyes: "There are so many rich second generations chasing Lingling, if she wanted to, she would have already agreed, why wait until today?"

"Then who is this?"

"Humph!"

Qianqian smiled smugly: "Only I know! The person in the car is Lingling's high school classmate, childhood sweetheart! Otherwise she would dress up so nicely?"

"Childhood sweetheart? Didn't you see a boy approaching her last year?"

"When she comes back, you will know who it is. I asked her to help me get an autographed photo. Then you will have a share."

Hearing this, the roommate rolled his eyes: "All the autographed photos are here, so why not be a celebrity? Even being a celebrity is useless, I don't want to chase stars."

"I know you don't chase stars, but you like this person very much. Let's go. When Lingling comes back, you will know who it is."

After speaking, Qianqian pulled her roommate away.

the other side.

Yang Zhuo started the car and left slowly.

Although it was the first time to go out with him, Zhang Lingling was not nervous at all.

Don't worry.

Because Yeon Joo is not a bad guy.

"Yang Zhuo, where are we going?"

"my home!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhuo took a special look at her reaction.

It was found that there was no response.

"Hey, Lingling, aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Lingling tilted her head and looked at him: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm a boy, I'll take you home, aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! I know where your home is. If you dare to bully others, I will hit the glass of your home with a slingshot."