Chapter 24: The School Beauty's Skirt

  "I'm going in here!" Xiao Qiao excitedly pointed at a large crack.

  This crack is bigger than the one Nuan wants to drill, and Nuan secretly resents Xiaoqiao for not being thick-skinned. She wanted to turn her head and scold Xiaoqiao a few words, but her gaze kept looking up, and in the end she chose to shut up.

  I'm feeling a bit dizzy!

  "What's wrong with you? Hurry up and get in!"

  Nuan Nuan finally came out after being repeatedly reminded by Xiao Qiao, and it's more suitable to describe her as "floating" rather than anything else.

  Nuan Nuan squeezed between two girls and with a slight effort, her little head popped out and saw the playground.

  "After all, Nuan is a reserved person, she apologized awkwardly: 'Sorry, just take a look and leave!'"

  "Warm! Warm!" Yin-yin and Xiao-mi's voices sounded at the same time.

  "Is it you?" Nuan Nuan saw them at that moment and stood up straight without any politeness, sandwiched between them.

  Yinyin and Xiaomi subconsciously leaned towards their respective sides, making room for one person.

  The already very narrow space was squeezed by them like this, and the students in the first row all took a step to both sides.

  Just then Xiao Qiao was drilling a hole! Dead, got squeezed in, did he?!

  Xiaomi looked back and didn't see Xiao Qiao's figure: "Nuan Nuan, why are you the only one here? Where is Xiao Qiao?"

  "She..." Xiaonu didn't know how to respond, so she simply put her small hand behind her back and pointed to the right side, just three positions away from Xiaoqiao.

  Xiaomi's eyes widened and she covered her mouth.

  Yinyin was shocked: "No way, the school flower is under the skirt???"

  The voice seems a bit loud, and all students within a diameter of 10 meters centered on Yin Yin can hear it.

  Suddenly, the students lowered their heads in a conditioned reflex, as if searching for something.

  Xiao Qiang was stuck just right, she couldn't move.

  Then she turned her head around, looked up with a sincere and embarrassed face and said: "Which classmate, would you mind opening your legs a bit? I'm stuck!"

  The girl with short hair was momentarily unaware of what had happened. She had just thought that the school teacher's pet cat was playing under her legs, so she didn't pay much attention.

  A few seconds later, the girl still didn't react. Xiao Qiao stiffened her scalp: "Classmate, you won't open your legs? How about I teach you? Straighten your body, spread your legs apart, and slowly move them to both sides. You have to do it slowly, don't be shy, you'll eventually experience this leg movement!"

  The girl was made to blush all over her face by Xiao Qiao's words, but she still cooperated and slowly spread her legs apart.

  Finally rescued Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao thickened her face and squeezed beside the girl, full of gratitude: "Thank you, classmate."

  "You're welcome!"

  "Thanks, but, classmate, don't wear tight jeans skirts in the future, they're too revealing!"

  Good grief, can't you be any more laid back, Xiao Qiao?

  Without a doubt, the girl covered her face and fled the scene. Unfortunately, Xiao Qiao still didn't know what was implied by the words just spoken.

  She thought the girl went back to change her skirt.

  After the girl left, there was a lot of space around her. It was crowded just now, but now she can move freely. The most annoying thing about enthusiasm is that it's too crowded and noisy.

  With a comfortable position, Xiao Qiang finally cast his gaze towards the playground.

  In the playground, a Lamborghini Hermès sports car is parked. Many boys who know about cars know that this car costs 380 million yuan and ranks third among the world's top ten most expensive luxury cars.

  For students who don't know much about cars, just by looking at the appearance of this car, they can tell that it's expensive. Even rich second-generation Lin Hao only drives a modified BMW Z4 back to school.

  Of course these students aren't just looking at cars, they're also checking out people.

  Yang Heng leaned against the car door, today he was wearing sunglasses, a white shirt on top, with two buttons undone in front of his chest, revealing a patch of pectoral muscles. He was smoking a cigarette with one hand and playing with his phone with the other, wisps of smoke drifting out occasionally. Under the soft sunlight, it made him look even more sensual, he looked stunningly handsome.