Evil Charm Transfer Student: The Promise of Pulling the School Grass

Chapter 8
On the way, Ling Anzhi smiled arrogantly, a narrow light flashed in his long and bright eyes, and then he said, "An Xiaomo, right?"

I glanced at him warily, then nodded, and said angrily, "So what? What do you want to do?"

He stretched out his smooth and slender fingers, gently caressed the beautifully curved chin, and said with some wickedness: "Don't you still understand? I just helped you, and you agreed to agree to my conditions."

I frowned, do I have to do it if I promise?However, considering that his information had not been brought yet, I had no choice but to endure it for the time being, and I nodded: "Tell me, what is the condition? If it is too much, I will not agree."

While talking, we walked to the side of the school's basketball court, because it was much easier to pass through the court, so I tugged at the corner of Ling Anzhi's clothes and said, "Let's go from here, it will be closer."

Early in the morning, there were many boys playing on the field. To be honest, I really admire them. What is so interesting about basketball? It is worth their obsession.

When I walked to a basket, a basketball flew straight towards me with lightning speed, and with the sound of howling wind, I subconsciously raised my hand to block it, but someone threw the ball one step faster than me. The basketball was caught steadily, and for a moment, the entire basketball court fell silent.

Ling Anzhi was holding the ball and standing beside me, with a cynical smile still on the corner of his mouth, he even said desperately to the tall boy who had smashed the ball: "You're really not that good at the game."

His voice was lazy, very low, but provocative just right.

When I looked up and saw the boy standing in the middle of the field with a dark face, my heart sank suddenly. Now Ling Anzhi couldn't bear it anymore and walked away. This boy is well-known in our school, not to mention the top basketball player. As a Sanda master, the average person will basically fall apart after being punched by him.

A person with my kung fu can't take one of his moves at all.

Although Ling Anzhi's kung fu seems to be good, but he probably can't beat Chu Feng. Now he is doomed. On the first day he came, he had sex with the boss of the school.

A cold light flashed in Chu Feng's eyes, and then calmly took a light blue towel from the person next to him, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then he swayed and walked towards us. He was really tall. When he stood in front of me, I seemed to feel a huge cloud covering my head, and a strong sense of oppression came over me.

(End of this chapter)