When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

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Zhou Qinglang's aura changed, like a harmless big cat with his claws restrained, threw the basketball to Lin Qiushui, who was watching the lively, pretending to be good before the summer evening.

"Come to see you scare people."

Xia Wanshuang didn't understand, that Lang Lang was obedient and soft when he was a child, and the longer he grew, the more frightening he was.

"I just have a friendly communication with him."

Zhou Qinglang pulled Xia Wanshuang out of the basketball court, leaning on Xia Wanshuang like a bone, and hummed.

"Don't do this next time, the teacher will criticize you again later."

Xia Wan Shuang didn't take the confession of these little kids to heart at all, and stretched out his hands to straighten out Zhou Qinglang's messed up hair when he was just playing ball.

Zhou Qinglang responded slowly, hiding the irritability in his eyes.

She is getting more and more anxious now, just annoying, especially annoying.

Seeing the annoyance of those people's love letters to her sister, seeing those people confessing annoyance, and even their admiring eyes on Xia Wanshuang's body made her heart ablaze.

Zhao Tianhang said that she was in the late stage of sister control and was hopeless.

They grew up together, and Zhao Tianhang knew exactly what happened to them, knowing that Zhou Qinglang's dependence on Xia Wan was excusable, but he was sometimes surprised by the desire for monopoly.

After school was over in the afternoon, Zhou Qinglang and Zhao Tian's flight ended on time, and the teachers of Shuanglin Qiushui class were still dragging the get out of class in the summer evening.

"I've heard about the great thing you did this afternoon."

Zhao Tianhang and Zhou Qinglang waited for the summer evening pair together, and they agreed to eat together tonight.

Zhou Qinglang didn't respond when he heard this, but looked at the door of Xia Wanshuang's class.

"What kind of person do you think is worthy of your sister?"

Zhao Tianhang asked curiously, the phrase "you are not worthy" has been spread throughout the year.

Zhou Qinglang really thought about it this time, frowning the more he thought about it.

"No."

"what?"

When I came out of school in the summer evening, what I saw was the hostess who was talking in a low voice, which was daily gratifying.

Look at this plot, how well it goes.

From a distance, she looks like a man and a woman.