C44 What the Hell My Face Doesn't Hurt Anymore?

Sitting on the bench, Wang Feng was leisurely drinking the cola that the fatty bought, while his gaze moved everywhere.

Not far away, there were quite a few beautiful girls running around a separated basketball, jumping up and down. Their long white legs caught the attention of many boys, but Wang Feng was not interested in them at all.

To him, these were just passing clouds