Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 9
He, Long Qianyao, the king of the high school.

A head of silver hair is his symbol. He exists like a god of death, with a wild and evil smile. He is a commoner, but he can join the Rose of the Night Club.

Not only that, he once saved Yin Xiyan.

Most importantly, his fists are very hard, and his body is as tough as a city wall.

He could single out more than [-] people, although in the end, he was covered with scars, but he stood there.

An Moran, the king of the university department.

Glasses are his disguise. When you first meet him, you will feel that he is elegant and polite, as gentle as jade, and as humble as a gentleman.

However, if he is just such an elegant person, how can he gain a foothold in Shengge's Rose of the Night Club.

It is said that he is so powerful that even Long Qianyao can't beat him.

Why is it said that it is because no one on campus has ever fought against him, and those who want to challenge him, even the people around him, can't beat him, so how can they fight against his opponent.

As for his identity, there are different opinions. Except for the people of the Rose of the Night Club, no one knows his true identity.

Famous cars and clothes, and bodyguards by his side, he must be someone who is either rich or expensive. Many people guessed like this.

"A transfer student just came today. It's a girl named Roland. She actually defeated the big guy and became the boss of the foreign language school!!"

As Long Qianyao walked, he generally talked continuously.

Hearing what he said, An Moran stopped the movement of his hands, and he raised his head, dark eyes bulging darkly.

Yin Xiyan still looked indifferent as if he had nothing to do with himself, with his eyes slightly lowered, his slender fingers dangling little by little on the table.

Long Qianyao sat down on a sofa next to An Moran, and said with great interest.

"In the morning, Huoyun Club blocked her at the door, and she beat her up, but I didn't expect her to be so powerful, even I was eager to try."

"Aren't you afraid, it's ugly to lose!?"

An Moran turned her gaze back to the book in her hand and continued to browse.

"How could I lose to a girl!?"

Long Qianyao shouted exaggeratedly with an expression of impossibility.

"Otherwise, let's take a gamble!"

"What bet??"

Hearing "gambling", An Moran was still betting with him, Long Qianyao's eyes lit up, he had been coveting the samurai sword in An Moran's house for a long time.

"It's up to you. If you win, you can ask for it. If you lose, I want you to shave off your hair. As for when to shave it, I will decide the time."

An Moran looked at Long Qianyao, and successfully saw the look of astonishment on his face, and a mysterious light flashed in his dark eyes.

After his words fell, even Yin Xiyan, who was lying on the side, raised his head and looked at him.

"Shave off your hair??"

Long Qianyao was a little uncertain and asked again, when did Boss An have such a bad taste, he actually asked others to shave their hair off.

Hair, he is very precious, besides, he is very satisfied with his hairstyle.

"...If, you are afraid of losing, forget it."

Long Qianyao was still thinking about something, and An Moran's faint tone slowly came over again.

"Who said, I'm scared, so bet!!"

Hearing what he said, Long Qianyao quickly responded, how could he not beat a girl, he just felt a little embarrassed to win a girl, and the victory was not martial.

(End of this chapter)