Ten years ago.
Xiang Qingqing stood in front of the bulletin board of the attached middle school, looking at the monthly exam list of the third grade students. Chu Jungu's name ranked first again, far ahead.
At this time, someone came out from behind, patted her shoulder and teased: "Xiang Qingqing, don't look anymore! If you look any further, I will misunderstand that you are obsessed with my name!"
She was so frightened that she turned around. The person standing in front of her was not Chu Jungu.
"You, how do you know my name?"
Chu Jungu looked proud: "Who am I? I am a genius! Follow me from now on!"
Ten years later.
There was little traffic on the highway late at night, and Chu Jungu was driving very fast. Qingqing was not a timid person, and she was also frightened.
"Can you please slow down?"
He laughed angrily: "You are so unwilling to die with me?"
Experience told her that she should not anger him at this time, so Qingqing chose to remain silent.
The speed of the car suddenly slowed down, and in the next second, there was only a "pop" sound, and Qing Qing was slapped on the face. He grabbed her hair with one hand, and clasped her chin tightly with the other hand, and sneered: "Don't worry, how could I let you die so easily? I will torture you slowly, so that you can't live or die."
"Second Master, I know you are reluctant to let me die."
"Oh? You're quite sentimental."
She raised her red and swollen face and smiled: "If I die, where will you find another biological sister to satisfy your perverted fetishes?"