Little Mr. is one hundred years old

When school was over, Qing Huan was mobbed and asked about M. Of course, most of them were girls—although M is a model, her popularity is higher than that of many popular young students. Yan Zan is king.In the words of the girls, his facial features and figure are like coming out of a cartoon, and his hair and a pair of silver eyes bring people infinite reverie.

"Are you really a friend?"

"Well, yes." Qing Huan is not good at lying and does not like to lie.

"Then how did you meet?"

"I met him when I went abroad to play."

"That should be when he was relatively young, right? He was also a child at that time, right?"

"...Hmm." This was a lie that had to be told, after all, neither he nor M was a child at that time.

"That's great, then you guys have been together for a long time, and the relationship should be very good..."

"Yes, yes, watching you eat together, Mori rarely spends time with others in private."

"Yeah, I'm so envious of you, Bai Qinghuan..."

"Then Bai Qinghuan, can you get Mori's autograph?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Qing Huan with burning eyes.

"Okay." Qing Huan said bluntly—after being reminded like this, I remembered that I forgot to take back the posters and photos I asked M to sign last time.

"Wow, that's great--"

Cheers from the sidelines, and then one by one scrambled to ask him to help him get an autograph. Qing Huan's area was boiling like a vegetable market——Chen Ziran sitting next to Qing Huan had a very ugly face. Open, but now...no one can control it.

"Bai Qinghuan, come with me."

The sudden voice came from Long Zhao who didn't know when he was standing at the door of the classroom——

"Teacher You."

The girls all dispersed when they saw Long Zhao approaching.

Being surrounded by so many girls and being called by Long Zhao - Qing Huan really didn't know which would be better.

When Qing Huan got up, Chen Ziran showed a disapproving expression——

"Let's go have dinner together when I come back."

"……Um."

Qing Huan followed Long Zhao to the office, and didn't speak a word all the way - if it was just a simple teacher-student relationship, it would be normal, but the two of them... it's actually a bit embarrassing.

When he arrived at the office, after the door was closed, Long Zhao took out the note from his pocket: "You have a good relationship with that Chen Ziran, so go with him and speak ill of me behind your back?"

Qing Huan was calm: "It's normal to talk about the teacher with your classmates."

"Are we just a relationship between teachers and classmates?"

Qing Huan replied, "What else?"

Long Zhao laughed a few times, the gaze on Qing Huan also made his scalp tingle——

"Okay, then as you said, we are a teacher-student relationship."

As Long Zhao said, he stretched out his hand and touched Qing Huan's face, Qing Huan took a step back——

"The teacher molested the students, should I tell the school, or should I call the police?"

"In this case, it doesn't matter if I don't become a teacher."

Qing Huan felt cold: "Whether you want to do it or not is your business, don't get involved with me."

Long Zhao looked at him with a more serious expression: "Qing Huan, I'll call you Qing Huan. From now on, I won't mention Xue Rang, I only treat you as Bai Qinghuan. Our relationship will start from now on."

"Start now?"

Long Zhao nodded: "Yes, I am Long Zhao, and you are Bai Qinghuan."

Qing Huan thought for a while: "I won't like you."

"It's okay, I think you will fall in love with me." Long Zhao pushed his eyes and smiled.

"..." Qing Huan rolled her eyes silently: "Why do you think I will definitely fall in love with you?"

"Because," Long Zhao hooked his fingers, and the red lines on his and Qing Huan's fingers appeared at the same time—"We are destined to be one."

"I think that's the end of our conversation."

"Why?" Long Zhao said, "I still want to have a heart-to-heart talk with Qing Huan."

"No." Qing Huan said, "There are still people waiting for me to eat together."

Long Zhao's smile subsided: "You keep a distance from me, but you are so close to other men."

"Because of you..." Qing Huan paused, "It's too dangerous."

"Then what do you like?" Long Zhao asked immediately.

Qing Huan sized him up: "It's not like you anyway."

"You say that, it makes me very sad." Long Zhao said "sad", but his expression was completely different.

"I'm done talking, I'm leaving."

Long Zhao didn't stop him either, but just watched him go out.

When she was at the door, Qing Huan thought of something, and turned her head: "What happened to you and M that night?"

The corner of Long Zhao's lips curled up: "You really still care about me."

Because of his arrogance, Qing Huan almost slammed the door and left——in the end, she held back: "What happened?"

"This gringo is capable enough to hurt me..."

"Are you injured?" Qing Huan was suspicious—doesn't it look all right?

"Where do you think he can get better?"

The corner of Qing Huan's mouth twitched: "You guys are so boring, do you think it's children fighting?"

"That's because..." Long Zhao licked his lips, "There are toys worth fighting for."

"..." Qing Huan opened the door: "Goodbye, teacher." With a "slap", the door closed.

Long Zhao in the office showed a meaningful smile.

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Red and white, nothing more than an ordinary school uniform, worn on the body of the young boy in front of him, youthful and tall, with black hair covering half of his brows and eyes, the exposed eye is clear and shining, and his delicate facial features are very eye-catching. But it was the kind that made people feel comfortable - it was Qing Huan standing by the street with her schoolbag on her back.

At this time, he was standing at the door of a 4S store, looking inside through the transparent glass, and there were rows of "glittering" cars inside. For boys, the attraction is not ordinary—and now Qinghuan's Qinghuan happened to be attracted by these.

The salesman there also found this "little friend"—usually there are many boys who look at the car out of curiosity, but it is rare for him to look at the car for an hour.

Finally, a salesman couldn't help but came out——

"Student, are you interested in cars?"

Qing Huan came back to her senses: "I was thinking, what is the difference between each car."

"Every car here has different brands and different styles, and the performance must be different. If you are interested in cars, you can usually read a lot of car magazines. They will introduce some new models and recommend models with good performance. How much do you want? Let’s see, when I buy a car by myself in the future, I will have some knowledge.” The salesman is very friendly, and ordinary salesmen don’t pay much attention to non-customers.

"Can't I buy it now?" Qing Huan asked.

The salesman was taken aback: "No... can... can you buy it yourself?"

"Well, what's the problem?" Qing Huan stared at him.

"Do you want to discuss it with your parents? The price of a car is not cheap..."

"I'm an adult, and besides, I have money."

The clerk asked again: "Then do you have a driver's license?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "Can't I buy a car without a driver's license? Is there such a rule in the law?"

"No," the salesman was a little embarrassed: "It's just that you can't test drive without a driver's license, and you can't drive on the road..."

"I know," Qing Huan said solemnly, looking at the salesman innocently, "Then can I buy a car?"

"Ah...oh, come with me."

Qing Huan followed the salesman, listening to the salesman introduce himself as he walked: "I don't know how many cars you can introduce. Those below 20 are generally domestic cars. , in addition to brands like Volkswagen, Nissan cars are also selling very well...if the price is higher..."

"The price is fine," Qing Huan interrupted him: "As long as it's a good car, I can introduce you except for Nissan cars."

The salesman was stunned when the child opened his mouth. He was a little unsure whether the child was here to cause trouble. Caesar—look at his seriousness, it’s unbelievably serious—forget it, anyway, he hasn’t taken any orders recently. Even if the child is making trouble, it doesn't matter if it is to exercise one's professional knowledge.

"The design of this Mercedes-Benz CLA2204Matic is also very fashionable. It has a 5-seat sedan, a displacement of 2.0, and low fuel consumption. It is about 100L per 7km... There is also this Lexus ES, with a displacement of 2.5. There are four styles, the elite version and the comfort version. , Elegant version and luxury version, it depends on which style the customer likes, the price of this model is 32... This Cadillac XTS 6-speed automatic manual, with a displacement of 2.0, and the appearance, men will prefer it..."

Qing Huan listened to the salesman's dutiful introduction, and he also listened carefully, counting every statistic he said a few times.

The salesman introduced more than a dozen models and felt a little thirsty, only to realize that he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end—"Are you listening?"

Qing Huan nodded: "I'm listening."

"So what's your problem?"

Qing Huan nodded again: "I don't understand, what does this displacement mean, and where is the difference between manual transmission? And you just said a front four-wheel drive, what does that mean?"

The salesman felt a huge drop of sweat dripping from the back of his head——

"It seems that you really don't understand at all..."

"Then I will trouble you to introduce..."

"I……"

"Ah!" Suddenly a scream sounded.

Qing Huan looked over, and saw a female salesperson who was inspecting the car add up—"Who has test driven this car? Why is there so much blood on it?!"