The next second, worried that the man would notice anything unusual, Zhao Rong quickly turned his head.

But that familiar purple silhouette was still engraved in his mind, lingering.

Wearing purple clothes with a faint hazy halo, and a graceful and familiar figure, her temperament attracted the attention of people around her... Who is Qingjun who is not purifying the purple clothes?

Zhao Rong straightened his head, facing forward, but looking to the right.

At the edge of the field of vision, the purple figure was getting closer and closer.

Qingjun is on a road ahead on the right, walking towards this intersection where people meet.

However, Zhao Rong discovered that she did not seem to notice him. So far, there was no sign of turning her head to look in Zhao Rong's direction.

But if the two of them keep walking like this, they will get closer and closer.

With Qingjun's vigilance and eyesight, she will definitely see her when he gets closer.

The reason why he was able to find Qingjun first from all the way is because of his dazzling purple clothes!

A certain 'good daughter' was indeed raised in vain and was of great help at critical moments...

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong quickly stopped and turned around.

He walked a few steps to one side of the road, using the shade of the trees to temporarily block the view between the two of them.

Zhao Rong's expression flashed with hesitation.

My mind was oscillating between 'waiting here for the opportunity' and 'immediately returning the same way'.

The road Qingjun was on at this time led to Nanxuan Academy.

And now she was facing the Nanxuan Academy and was walking towards this intersection.

Qingjun's subsequent direction, which path he will take, is a very important option for him and will have unknown effects.

The road Zhao Rong was on at this time was the only way to get to Mochi Academy.

Zhao Rong couldn't help frowning.

Didn't Qingjun take the key before, return to Dongli Xiaozhu, and wait in his house?

Why does it appear here.

Where is she going?

Are you unable to bear it any longer and are bored with waiting, so you want to go to Mochi Academy to find me?

Eighty percent yes!

That's very bad, because Qingjun will definitely turn to the intersection where Zhao Rong is at this time!

So should he go or stay?

If you continue to hide and stay.

Qingjun went to Suh Xing Hall again and found that he was not there. He asked the students of Sui Xing Hall again, what should he do?

And if we hurriedly return the same way, what should Xiaoxiao do?

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment.

He raised his eyelids and ducked into the shade of the trees beside the road.

Hiding.

Still decided to stay.

As for the Shura field...just die.

But we can't keep Xiaoxiao waiting too long. We've already come here. We must take a look at her.

Because if Xiaoxiao comes to him for something urgent, he can't delay. Even if it's just one in a million, Zhao Rong can't afford it!

that's all.

Zhao Rong hid on the side of the road, among the shades of trees where the pornographic film had not fallen too much.

With the decision made, he calmed down completely and no longer hesitated.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and stared unblinkingly through the cracks in the withered leaves of the forest at the only road to Mochi Academy.

The figure in purple clothes floating by was rehearsed over and over again in my mind.

only……

Waited quietly for a long time.

Only those unrelated pedestrians passed by, and that touch of purple never came!

Zhao Rong did not relax and waited patiently for a while.

Suddenly, he slowly exhaled and left the shade of the trees where he was hiding, ignoring the strange looks of people passing by around him.

Zhao Rong took a few more steps forward and regained his broad field of vision.

His eyes glanced back and forth several times at the intersection where traffic was still flowing.

Where is the shadow of Qingjun's purple clothes?

After leaving Dongli Xiaozhu, why not go to the academy to find him?

Zhao Rong frowned.

Where did Qingjun go?

He shook his head, not having time to think more.

He moved his steps, taking advantage of Qingjun's absence, and continued to walk quickly towards the main entrance of the academy not far away where a girl was looking for him.

Zhao Rong watched six directions along the way, listened to all directions, and was cautious.

Finally, we arrived at the main entrance of the academy without any danger.

He didn't get killed or anything like that, but he bumped into Qingjun.

Zhao Rong breathed out again.

It was really frightening to meet my 'good friend' little fox under the nose of my white tiger...

In an instant, his expression became solemn, and he still did not dare to relax at this time.

Zhao Rong looked around again with alert eyes and saw the main entrance, which was crowded with people.

Immediately he walked up the steps and came to the front door.

He frowned and looked out the door, looking for someone.

The next second, his eyes froze.

Outside the concierge on the right side of the gate, there were four or five figures standing in the open space in the waiting area, but at first glance they were all men.

However, according to Zhao Rong's rich experience, he took a closer look and found that among these men, there was a short and slender man's back, which was very unusual. 'He' had his back to Zhao Rong. He was slender and had an arc on his waist.

The figure is graceful, and the neck exposed behind the hair is slender and fair...it's men's clothing again.

Zhao Rong's eyes were locked on the petite and lovely Xiao Xiao.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time raised the corner of his mouth, as if he had recalled something.

But soon, he lowered the curvature of the corners of his mouth, tilted his head left and right, and looked around the main entrance of the academy a few times like an eagle.

Nothing unusual.

Zhao Rong's expression was still full of seriousness. Past lessons made him dare not relax at all.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, as it is still within the range where Qingjun may come and go.

Immediately, Zhao Rong strode forward to the open space in the waiting area in front of the concierge. His target was the stupid girl who had her back turned to him and seemed to be looking forward to the far corner of the street.

He walked out from behind, picked up her soft and boneless little hand that she often used to give him sex, strode forward without any explanation, and pulled the stupid girl towards the far corner of the street without looking back.

I no longer linger in front of the academy, and I won’t enter the academy for the time being, because there is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

Zhao Rong walked in front, pulling her forward without looking back. He watched her left and right vigilantly.

However, he was suddenly attacked by Zhao Rong who came out from behind. Xiao Xiaogang seemed to stay in place at first. Then, after being led by him for a few steps, his little hand shrank slightly, but he must have clearly seen that it was Zhao Rong.

Rong, she obediently let him hold his hand. At the same time, she no longer passively led him away, but followed Zhao Rong with brisk steps as he strode forward.

Even the little hand that he held domineeringly squeezed into the palm of Zhao Rong's hand. After a little awkwardly trying several postures to hold hands with him, this soft little hand, five fingers together, and Zhao Rong

Rong's big hands clasped together comfortably.

Two hands, one big and one small, with the fingers clasped together.

Zhao Rong, who was leading the way and alert to the left and right, noticed the stupid girl behind him taking the initiative. Without thinking, he squeezed her little hand and responded.

With this pinch, a steady stream of soft and slippery sensations came to her, and her hands were as soft as catkins, as if they had no bones.

However, among this gentle touch, there is still a little hardness, which is some calluses.

Zhao Rong was tensing his heartstrings at this time and didn't spend much time feeling the touch of her little hands. However, the calluses on this stupid girl's hands still made him distracted and distressed.
To be continued...