Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"What is the responsibility of the civilians?" She was eager to step forward, and Lisna quickly rushed down from the high platform and stood beside her.

"Don't you let me not come?" He looked at her outfits up and down, his eyes locked.

"Some things, there should be an understanding." Luo dusted a look at Li Si Nai's mouth and raised a very light smile: "Don't worry, I am very good at this kind of face!"

In the next second, Han Xixi walked out from the direction of Luo Ding, and took a photo of Li Si Nai’s shoulder: "Senior, give it to her!"

When he turned to see Han Xixi, he blinked a little, and then he was a little embarrassed and nodded: "Good."

“Do you need me to popularize the difference between civilians and nobles?” Bai Na walked down and waved, not losing money as mother and daughter, and the style of painting was surprisingly similar to that of rice bran.

I finally saw this bully who bullied her daughter, and dressed like a nobleman. At a glance, I knew that it was the clothes borrowed by cosplay from the ten-square-meter shop on the street. It was really inferior.

"Since you have so many words, you say oh, would you like to listen to it is my own business!" Luo shrugged and shrugged, a pair of eyes completely did not put the other side in the eyes.

"You... well, don't see the coffin without tears." Baina bit her teeth and said a high-pitched and persuasive statement to the microphone: "The nobles are the ones I can spend 10,000 yuan a day on us. In terms of small money, civilians feel that they spend more than ten flowers a day. They have to send more flyers on the street to earn money!"

"Hey - don't talk too much!"

"It’s also a bit of diplomacy. It’s really disgusting to say it!”

"There must be a woman who has her mother, a person who will mix into the civilian class as a white flower, can count on what kind of goods the mother is!"

......

In the various years, several violent civilians have obviously couldn’t stand the insults of Bai Na’s mouth-opening, and this moment’s extra unity.

"Oh, it's quite a bone!" Bai Na said with a cold eye: "If you have such a bone, why do you need to come to the aristocratic college! Go to a school that doesn't completely match your identity. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"We have to go through our own efforts, what can be shameful? Is it true that you think that you have a few broken money and open your mouth to aristocratic civilians?"

"you……"

"Oh, it’s good to say!" Luo Dianchen saw her face flushed by several civilians, and could not help but applaud these teenagers.

They can say these words in a school that is like a thin ice, and it must have endured a long time of cold eyes.

After all, there are Class A Class F in each year. No matter which year of the F class, they face the same pressure.

"There are no quality people, after all, there is no quality, let you know what the prestige is!" Li wants to sell the school, but the aristocratic college is not impossible to build. These will not have much influence on the aristocratic students, but For civilians... Hahaha, I am afraid no school will want them!"

After all, it is a shame to let the whole school sell, and wherever they go is a burden.

No school is willing to offend so many powerful people in this cusp. This is called a social morbidity.

“Rebuild? What to build? Mie Group?”

"The support of the French aristocratic college, what can't be!"