Urban Supreme System

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Zhou Qian is very famous, has a good figure, and looks sweet. With the performance of the swan dance on the stage of the New Year's Day party last year, she immediately became the object of the fantasy of the South Lake No. 3 middle school cattle.

Zhou Qian receives many love letters from boys every day, which makes her uncomfortable. Most of them are with her girlfriends. She is rarely singled by some ulterior motives. This time, she took the initiative to contact the boys. This is really the first time.

Many animals looked at Yang Ning enviously and enviously, hoping to switch positions.

The little fat man is also a member of many animals. He can’t wait to kiss Fangze. Even Wang Zhizhuan and Meng Kang, who are looking alike, look envious and stand aside.

Yang Ning tilted her head and looked at the very famous beauty in front of her.

Tyrant, let's be friends.

Wouldn’t it be true?

Not looking like that, Yang Ning's eyes were very poisonous. He saw that Zhou Qian's eyes were admired, but there was no obsession, greed, or desire.

Very pure and free of impurities.

Yang Ning squeezed his chin, something interesting.

Holding out his hand and holding Zhou Qian together, he only felt the skating coming from the palm of his hand for a moment, and Yang Ning relaxed the gentleman.

Zhou Qian was a little surprised. She was originally holding the idea of ​​being wiped a little, but she didn't expect the senior to be a little cheap.

In an instant, Yang Ning's image raised a lot in Zhou Qian's heart.

"Don't you really want to be my friend?" Yang Ning smiled.

"Can't it?" Zhou Qian's eyes flashed cunningly: "Or do I deserve it?"

"That's not true, it's just that I'm so flattered." Yang Ning laughed: "Can I make such a beautiful female friend, surely no one here will refuse?"

Zhou Qian blushed and glared at Yang Ning strangely: "Senior really speaks."

"Speak, what are you looking for me for?" The so-called "three things do not go to the Three Treasure Halls", Yang Ning first has to figure out the other party's intention.

"I'm the president of this year's student union, this time I want to invite the seniors to help Teacher Luo with us." Zhou Qian explained.

"Teacher Luo?" Yang Ning looked blank.

"Don't the seniors know?"

"I don't know." Yang Ning shook his head. "Is this what happened recently? I have been on leave for half a month, and I just returned to school today."

"No wonder."

Zhou Qian showed the original look like this: "This is the case. Teacher Luo, the class teacher of high school class one seven, had her child diagnosed with leukemia six months ago. During the six months, the child's chemotherapy, hospitalization and other expenses spent all his family savings. Now."

After a pause, Zhou Qian looked a little sad: "We also heard that Teacher Luo borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends, but she had not mentioned it with the school before. Until last week, in order to take care of the children, Teacher Luo had to apply No pay and stay, this came from the first seven classes. After we knew it, the students would immediately pass the class gap between the various classes. At present, more than 10,000 donations have been collected and are preparing to be sent to Teacher Luo."

"Has this happened?" Yang Ning looked at the little fat man aside.

"Yes." The fat man nodded.

"How much did you donate?" Yang Ning said suddenly.

"Ten yuan." The little fat man said subconsciously, and his face was black as soon as he finished speaking.

He suddenly felt that many people around him cast contemptuous eyes, especially Zhou Qian, who made him a hare. Although the other party's look did not change much, the little fat man saw the alienation in the other person's eyes.

by!

It was actually pitted by this bastard!

The little fat man wanted to cry without tears: "I have been too busy recently. I mentioned it with the monitor. I will take time to get money from the bank to donate on the weekend."

"How much?" Yang Ning seemed to laugh.

The little fat man wants to pinch Yang Ning's neck. Why is this thing so cheap, can it still play well?

The little fat man's heart was bleeding, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Five hundred!" After that, he couldn't help but smoked the corner of his mouth. This is his pocket money that he couldn't save easily. He also hoped to push oil on the weekend to be a big health care or something.

"Yes, since you have donated five hundred, I can't donate less." Yang Ning patted the little fat man with a smile.

The little fat man was still depressed, not good-tempered: "How much can you donate? One hundred? Two hundred? Wouldn't it be fifty?"

He thinks he knows Yang Ning very well. From the perspective of dress, the family conditions may be very ordinary. Like these students, if they can donate one or two hundred, they can be regarded as local tyrants.

"Just donate fifty thousand." Yang Ning thought for a moment.

He still wondered if it was a little donation, but the people like Zhou Qian, Xu Yuanyuan, and Little Fatty were all sluggish.

"More...more...how much..." The little fat man shuddered.

"Five thousand." Yang Ning replied and was interrupted. He was a little uncomfortable, but when he recovered, he found that everyone looked at him strangely.

"What eyes do you have?" Yang Ning wondered.

"Senior, do you say you want to donate fifty thousand?"

Zhou Qian suspected that she had heard it wrong. She also watched the video of Yang Ning at the South Lake Hotel. She did not feel deeply about the two characters of local tyrants. The reason why she shouted just now was just to say hello.

But when people donated 50,000 eyes without blinking, Zhou Qian deeply realized the true meaning of the two characters of the local tyrant!

Now, a group of people want to shout, local tyrants, let's be friends!

"I'm wondering if 50,000 is missing. Should I donate 100,000 first?"

One hundred thousand?

With a stroke of brain stroke, go straight to the next level, 50,000 became 100,000?

This Nima is a real local tyrant!

Listen, the thinking of the local tyrants is different. We are also shocked by the huge donation of 50,000 yuan, but what people think is that only 50,000 yuan is donated. Is it too much to lose?

Sure enough, people can't compare with each other. If this really compares, they can be alive!

"Senior, are you serious?" Zhou Qian confirmed again.

"Or transfer money now." Yang Ning pulled out his phone: "Give me the card number."

Zhou Qian: "..."

fatty:"……"

Xu Yuanyuan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Seeing Zhou Qian froze in place, Yang Ning wondered: "Aren't you collecting cash?"

Zhou Qian woke up and shook her head: "Senior, we dare not collect such a large sum of money. Or should you give it to Mr. Luo personally?"

"I have been busy recently, or should you give her."

Yang Ning is really a bit short of time recently. He wants to make up for all the courses he has pulled down. It takes a lot of time.

Zhou Qian showed her embarrassment. One hundred thousand yuan is definitely a huge sum of money for students, and it is certain that it will definitely cause a sensation in school. This matter must be reported to the school, but when the money is left in the student union, or if it must be handed over to the school for custody, it is impossible to say.

"Senior, you should give the money to Teacher Luo yourself." Zhou Qian thought about it, or kicked the ball back.

Yang Ning frowned. He really didn't want to go. His thoughts turned, and he smiled and looked at the little fat man beside Liu Ha Lazi: "Let him go for me, you take him to Teacher Luo."

The little fat man didn’t mind running errands for Yang Ning. On the contrary, he was almost grateful to Dade and patted his chest: "It’s okay, wrap it with me!" ?"

Zhou Qian hesitated. She meant that Yang Ning wanted to go with her. There were other thoughts in her heart, but now she seemed to have no hope. She nodded and said, "Mr. Luo's daughter lives in Nanhu People's Hospital. In the afternoon, I will organize good people and have a short meeting. We will meet at the school tomorrow morning, and everyone will visit together."

"There are others." The little fat man wailed, and the interest dropped sharply.