Chapter 866 Is Our School Haunted?
Today's weather is very good, blue sky and white clouds, golden leaves flying, but the teacher and students who come and go can't help but turn back, but it is Mu Feng standing at the school gate with silver hair fluttering in the wind.
The car stopped in front of Mu Feng, the window was half lowered, revealing Jun Shiling's deep eyes,
Mu Feng rolled his eyes to the sky, "I'll declare first, I don't care about your Xia Wanyuan at all. I'm here to teach."
"Class?" Jun Shiling glanced at Mu Feng and repeated these two words again.
From childhood to adulthood, every time Mr. Mu came to Mr. Jun, he complained about how much his grandson did not like to study.
In order not to take the exam, he could find someone to steal the exam papers from the teacher's office, and Mu Feng, who was able to set the school playground on fire in order not to take the class, now actually told him that he was going to class.
"Okay, I'll go first, and I won't tell you." Mu Feng shook his hair, propped the door with his hand, and turned directly into the sports car.
A huge roar sounded, Mu Feng drove his car, his silver hair fluttered all the way, with an uninhibited smile on his androgynous face, winning the hearts of passers-by.
"I'm going down, bye," the car drove all the way into the school and stopped downstairs in the office, Xia Wanyuan was about to get out of the car,
"It's hard work, bye." Jun Shiling reached out and touched Xia Wanyuan's head, like comforting a child, which made Xia Wanyuan laugh.
"Well," Xia Wanyuan's brows and eyes curled like moonlight soaked in water,
Mu Feng said that he was coming to class, but after staying in the back of the classroom for less than three minutes, he had already fallen asleep. It was not until the bell rang after class that Mu Feng reacted and quickly caught up with Xia Wanyuan, who had already left the classroom door.
"Hey, boss, I want to ask you something,"
"What's the matter?" Xia Wanyuan could also see that Mu Feng didn't really come to class.
"Forget it, you don't know if I said it," Mu Feng glanced at Xia Wanyuan's cold and indifferent look, and it was estimated that she would not pay attention to the people and things around her, "Go and do your thing, remember me. three times the salary."
Xia Wanyuan had a lot of things in her hands, so Mu Feng stopped asking, and Xia Wanyuan didn't stop.
Mu Feng wandered aimlessly in the school and saw the basketball court, his eyes lit up,
Half an hour later, Mu Feng subdued all the little fans with absolute ability,
"Brother, you played really well!!"
"How old are you, join our school basketball team, there are so many beautiful women,"
The boys' friendship is so simple, they don't pay attention to the entertainment industry, and they don't know Mu Feng, not to mention that Mu Feng is about the same age as them, and everyone takes him for granted as a junior.
"That's it," Mu Feng thought about it seriously, "Hey, otherwise I'll invite everyone out for a meal and talk about it in detail."
"no problem!"
Mu Feng acted generously, and directly set up the best hotel next to the school plus a karaoke room. After pushing the cup and changing the cup, Mu Feng has become "Mr. Mu".
"Brother Mu, let me tell you, come to our place, our cheerleading team, that brings together the major flowers of Qing University, and it's safe to find a girlfriend,"
Finally turning to the topic, Mu Feng took a sip of wine and said, "I don't know what flowers are in our school, tell me about it."
In order to recruit this great student who played basketball to his own banner, everyone gave Mu Feng popular science and the other departments of Qing University every detail, and even found photos from the campus forum to show him.
However, the more Mu Feng looked, the tighter his brows became.
That girl is so beautiful that she can't even be rated as a flower, right? Could it be that he really met Nie Xiaoqian?
"Senior, I have a question, is our school haunted?"
There are still 4 chapters today, let's go have a meal first, and update it before 12 o'clock.