School San Francisco, Lowell High School.

Lowell High School is a public high school in San Francisco, with a high reputation in the local area, and the level of education is among the leading high schools.

In the evening, a silver Lamborghini stopped in the parking lot outside the school gates.

With its clean styling and reasonable proportions, the Gallardo will redefine the compact sports car market as a high-performance sports car and a car for everyday use, with a long wheelbase and short overhangs that give it a sporty look.

As soon as the supercar appeared in the parking lot, it attracted a lot of attention.

However, the window film is very deep, and it is not clear to see the appearance of the owner sitting inside.

"Jingle Bell~"

When the school bell rang, young boys and girls came out of the school building, bypassed the fountain at the door, and scattered in all directions.

The school has five or six public buses, which are specially used to transport students, and although it is a public school, it is also equipped with various supporting facilities.

There are not many private vehicles that come to pick up students, and in general, students will take their own transportation home.

Gianna walked out of the gate alone with a black satchel on her back, she was well proportioned, young but mature beyond her peers. Without exaggerated smoky heavy makeup, Gianna regained her innocence like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, and attracted a lot of attention because of her outstanding appearance.

Gianna was about to take the bus home, but just as she was about to get on the bus, she suddenly heard a roar.

Many people turned their heads in the direction of the sound and saw the silver Lamborghini.

"Who, whose car, so arrogant."

The students all showed dissatisfied, their eyes containing some envy, jealousy, incomprehension, and curiosity.

Gianna frowned and looked at it, her face flushed slightly, and then she lowered her head and left her classmates, and the silver Lamborghini slowly opened out, and the intense lights came on like day.

Gianna walked over and, in the midst of everyone's gaze, opened the door.

"Oh my God, is it Gianna's family?"

"Isn't this Gianna, who just turned around this year? I didn't expect her family to be so rich. ”

"This Lamborghini is not cheap, it is a new model released last year, and there are only a few hundred cars in the world, I didn't expect to see one at the school gate."

Gianna was just about to sit in when one hand grabbed her car door.

"Hey, Gianna."

The person came with a thick regional accent and sounded weird.

Gianna looked up suspiciously, a classmate with slightly dark skin and slightly curly hair.

This classmate passed on a black suit, his eyes were a little big, he wore a pair of black glasses, he was less than one meter eight tall, he was not fat or thin, his face was gentle, and he looked polite.

"Vikas?"

Gianna has a good memory, and although she hasn't been here for a long time, she basically remembers the names of her classmates.

"Oh my God, you remember my name?" But Vicas didn't think so, the boy was obviously a little excited, and the speed of speech was much faster, but in this way, the taste of the tongue curl was stronger, as if the Spaniard was speaking English.

"What's the matter?"

Gianna Bin asked, frowning.

The windows rolled down, and Anne wore sunglasses, revealing a delicate chin and small mouth, "Is there anything you need help with?" Jaina? ”

"No, it's nothing, it's a little thing."

Gianna opened her mouth to reject Anne's offer.

Vikas looked inside, and was even more surprised to see the beautiful Anne, "Your mother is so young. ”

"......," Gianna, "this is my sister." ”

"Oh, okay." Vikas kept his mouth shut, not daring to speak.

"Say what's going on, I'm going home." Gianna couldn't figure out what was going on with this little boy, she wasn't happy enough at all, mother-in-law.

Vikas squirmed, helped his glasses, and said, "That's right, Gianna, I want to invite you to my birthday party, I don't know if you have time next Saturday." ”

"Birthday party? You're going to have a birthday? ”

"Yes, next Saturday is my birthday, and it happens to be the weekend, and I have already invited many of my classmates, so I would like to invite you officially."

Gianna was a little embarrassed, she had delayed some courses before, although she had re-enrolled, but she had to prepare more materials and study, and if she couldn't finish her studies, she wouldn't be able to go to university, which she couldn't accept. She is more intense academically than the average student.

Gianna glanced into the car, and Vikas followed her gaze, and then immediately misunderstood.

"My sister is so good-looking, she can come over, we can bring my good friends, brothers and sisters to this party, but you can't bring parents or parents." Vikas shrugged his shoulders, "You know, when your parents are here, it's too restrictive, it's very bad. ”

"Oh? Is it? Can we come over to your children's party too? This is a good opportunity to enhance the friendship of classmates, Gianna, you can go play, and it is okay to relax once in a while, don't be too nervous. Anne said with a smile, and the pleasant voice came as Vikaston became more gentlemanly.

"That's right, Gianna, didn't you say you have an older brother, I think you can bring your brother over, and I'll invite a lot of people."

Gianna hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I'll come over then." ”

"Great!"

Vikas smiled heartily and cheered.

"Why are you so happy to do, I just don't want everyone to think that I'm not social."

"No, yes, that's what I meant, yes, to enhance the friendship between classmates!" With his hands pinned behind his back, Vikas followed the example of a little adult, and regained his polite appearance.

Anne got into the car, then suddenly turned to ask.

"Vikas, what's the matter with your accent, why do I always have a weird feeling when I listen to your pronunciation, my brother's pronunciation is not as strange as yours."

"Uh, really?" Vikas touched his throat.

"You can see that, actually, I'm of Indian origin, I've been living in India since I was a child, and then I came to San Francisco, and they all said I had a talent for being a rapper, you see?"

"Haha, who said that, if you are a singer, then you will definitely not be able to sell a single record." Gianna heard the funniest words of the day, and finally couldn't help but smile.

The windows rolled up, Anne stepped on the accelerator, and the Lamborghini drove out of the school square with a loud roar.

Vikas was still standing there, smiling and waving his hand, the breeze blowing, and the curls on his forehead fluttered, and it looked like his hair was not bad.