Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

"Jiang Jiang, they said Zhou Jiangnan is your chosen concubine, and you bought him a Republic of China battle robe, is that true?"

As soon as she returned to the dormitory, her roommates surrounded Jiang Xinyue and asked her questions, which made her confused.

The rich woman frowned, asked the reason, and then flew into a rage.

"Which bastard is ruining my reputation behind my back?"

The roommate did not answer, but just stared at her with ill intentions.

"No, what are you looking at? Do I look like I need a man?"

The rich woman had long straight black hair, a black top with a black jacket, black shorts and black boots, and only a section of her white thighs were exposed, full of cool queen aura.

But the queen also needs a concubine, she even wears a cheongsam for him.

It is the dream of countless men to have a female emperor.

The roommates were still enthusiastic about eating melons, and Jiang Xinyue was powerless to complain, they were all brainless goods.

She rolled her eyes, then collapsed on the chair weakly, pointed at her shoulder and sighed: "Oh, my shoulder hurts, it hurts so much that I don't want to talk, let's not talk about Zhou Jiangnan."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't, Sister Yue, I'll give you a massage, go on, I love to listen."

"Yes, yes, your feet must be sore, I Gao Xue is willing to become a strong man, Minghuang, do you mind if I help you take off your boots?"

"I'm different, Sister Yue must be hungry, I just packed some fried chicken nuggets, I'll feed Sister Yue chicken."

When gossip came to mind, she felt like a cat scratching her heart.

Jiang Xinyue looked at the three roommates' enthusiastic and fawning appearance and closed her eyes comfortably.

"Hmm~" She actually made a soul-stirring and charming moan.

After enjoying for a moment, she said leisurely: "Zhou Jiangnan and I are innocent. He is not my type, and I am not his type."

"Really? You gave him clothes. Who would believe that you don't have any thoughts? Do you really not like him?"

Roommate Gao Xue pressed her thighs and kneaded them, sighing that they were white and long.

"Ms. Gao Lishi, what is my nickname?"

"Rich woman."

"That's it. Does a rich woman need a reason to give someone something? I exchanged a set of clothes for a song of his. I made a lot of money."

Jiang Xinyue snorted with great pride.

"My old Jiangtou has a huge industry under his control, my mother is very powerful in the Development and Reform Commission of Shencheng City, and my grandparents all participated in the Anti-Japanese War.

If any random cat or dog wants to be my man, it will be a joke.

To be my man, he must be really strong."

"Zhou Jiangnan, he has talent, a good personality, and looks good, but his family background is too far away, so it's not suitable."

Except for occasional sentimentality, the rich woman is actually very rational most of the time.

"Wow, in the past few days since the start of school, there is no boy you have praised. All the boys in our class have been said to be worthless by you. It seems that Zhou Jiangnan is really good."

"The rich woman's vision is too high, I can't compare. If you don't want it, I will take action, hehe."

"The rich woman has personally identified it, and it is also a MUJI product. If I want it, don't grab it."

The things they are interested in have been asked, and the three of them are not in the mood to continue the massage service, so they leave.

"Ah, are you guys so realistic?" Jiang Xinyue was in a state of discomfort, and she would reach the top after a few more pinches.

"Yes, rich woman, use your own hands, go to sleep."

The roommate got on the bed and undressed, untied her bra with one hand, and then wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, very skilled.

...

Zhao Wanwan returned to the dormitory and faced the same situation.

But she was different. She said she hated Zhou Jiangnan, that little bastard, the most.

"He is just good at Chinese. I have seen him in high school." Wanwan was stubborn.

"What? You were classmates in high school?"

"Yes, he sat behind me. It was not like this in high school."

"What was that?"

"He..."

Zhao Wanwan was about to say that he once liked her madly, but he lost his mood instantly when the words came to his lips.

Liking is a thing of the past, and love is just a bubble.

Zhou Jiangnan doesn't like her now. Politeness is the farthest distance, and she can feel it.

Besides, he didn't necessarily like Fang Xin, and it was useless to have a secret crush on her. She believed in her instincts.

Not to mention Jiang Xinyue and Yun Shang, who she had only known for a few days.

Charming, rich, cute, gentle...

Zhou Jiangnan may not have been moved by any of them. He has hidden himself deeply and wrapped himself tightly.

The heart is sealed with cement, and I am afraid that no matter how sharp the feelings are, they can't hurt it at all.

A man can sell sexy stockings and underwear unscrupulously, then he has reached a state where he doesn't care about any external impressions at all, and only has the game of life left.'s wildness.

It's just like this that makes people more fascinated.

It's said that women don't love men who are not bad, so women will naturally love bad and talented men even more.

It's harder to open than a bottle of red wine.

Zhao Wanwan thought of Jiang Xinyue's graceful cheongsam and couldn't help humming.

So what if her butt is big, so what if she twists her waist coquettishly, Zhou Jiannan only has desire in his eyes.

He seems to be very happy every day, but that's just an appearance.

On the surface, he can be very close to every girl, but in fact, he is very distant.

His smile may just be his protective color.

Zhao Wanwan suddenly regretted it.

She felt that she was the culprit who made Zhou Jiangnan change.

But as proud as she was, she was unwilling to bow her head, and there was no reason to bow her head.

Yes, she was not wrong after all.

Why should I accept someone's love letter?

If you can't stand being rejected, it only means that the other party has a bad mentality.

The current Zhou Jiangnan made her feel very strange.

Looking at her roommate who was expecting the next part, Zhao Wanwan rolled up her hair and said calmly: "He suddenly became a different person in the second semester of his senior year. He suddenly became good at playing basketball, could write songs, play the piano, and chat and laugh in English. Even his grades improved by leaps and bounds."

"In the second diagnosis, he made it from the 600th place in the grade to the top 300."

"In the third diagnosis, he made it to the top 50, and it seemed to be the 37th place."

"Later, in the college entrance examination, he was directly ranked third in the grade, with 699 points..."

...

"Ah, with such a high score, wouldn't he be able to go to Tsinghua or Peking University? Why not?"

"I know, Wanwan, it's because of you, right? He came to Lin'an to pursue you?"

"No, he didn't know that I applied for Lin'an University, and I don't know the specific reason." Zhao Wanwan shook her head, feeling a little disappointed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about Zhou Jiangnan, let's talk about other people." Seeing that she was in a bad mood, her roommate began to change the subject, "Why not talk about your shooting partner, the third young master Xie Xiaofeng."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's famous, the affectionate third young master Jian, hahahaha."

...

It's also a female dormitory.

The girls from the School of Humanities are also chatting at night.

"Xinxin, I heard that Zhou Jiangnan is also from Sichuan Province, do you know him?"

"Yes, we went to the same high school."

"Wow, this is too coincidental, I think you two are a good match, the man is handsome and talented, and the woman is gentle and beautiful."

Coincidence?

Fang Xin smiled slightly, and past memories came flooding in.

Red-dressed beauty and white-dressed friend, singing and drinking together in the morning and evening. People say that I love Jiangnan, but in fact I love someone in Jiangnan.

"He is a wonderful person..."

Fang Xin lay on the bed and told the dazzling stories of the topic figure Zhou Jiangnan.

Flowers remind me of beauties, and the moon reminds me of friends.

That flower is also me, and the moon is also me. After meeting you, I will be the best version of myself.

Snow reminds me of noble men, and wine reminds me of knights.

That snow is also you, and the wine is also you. I hope I will not be a passer-by in your life.