"Sister Quiet is so beautiful and so smart, how can she not like boys, it's a pity~~"

"It's good if you don't like boys, if you're in love, she's not just our quiet sister. ”

"Well, yes, yes, that * her Gao Yijian in the second half of last year was so hateful, she dared to bully our quiet senior sister, and she deserved to be expelled from school, you say, will the senior sister be affected by this incident?"

"Stupid, it's a *unsuccessful attempt, okay! Quiet Senior Sister is such a powerful person, she won't be affected by this kind of thing, you can take care of it yourself. ”

The two little girls were chattering like sparrows, when someone happened to pass by, and their long, straight legs stopped in front of their seats.

Someone dared to block their attention to the quiet senior sister at this critical moment?!The girls raised their heads angrily and glared at the long-legged master, but their eyes suddenly softened the moment they touched the boy in front of them.

Senior Ziang!

He stood in the middle of the crowd, his extraordinary figure was as unreachable as the god Apollo in the golden light, and it was infinitely desirable, white shirt, black tie, uniform was clean and spotless, a pair of black deep eyes behind the transparent lenses were extremely crystalline, the thin lip line was lightly pursed, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, with a gentle and elegant smile, "I'm sorry, I borrowed it." ”

The two little girls were completely stunned, Senior Ziang was really as gentle and polite as rumored, and his voice was more like an angel singing hymns, which was pleasant and beautiful, making them unable to think normally. The two heads lit up like straight onions, and sparks flickered in their eyes.

The prince nodded gently, and walked past them with a calm expression.

There was a girl's scream behind him, "Ahhh

The prince walked quietly to the edge of the rostrum, and the leaders of the academy were staring at the center of the court with full attention. Wang Ziang still had a humble and arrogant expression in front of the principal, "I'm sorry, principal, because of the student union, I'm late." ”

The elderly headmaster glanced up at him, a kind smile appeared on his round face, and patted the seat next to him, "Ziang, sit down, now is the best time to look." ”

Quietly clenching the bat, hitting the ball calmly and elegantly, she pressed the cap casually, looked at the rostrum, her delicate brows wrinkled imperceptibly, even from such a distance, she seemed to still feel the gaze from the headmaster beside him, and the deep sneer on his lips.

Quietly squinted slightly, her face was a little red under the heat wave, beads of sweat continued to roll down her forehead, she shook her head quietly and beautifully, and the sweat was like pearls sprinkled on the court.

The opponent's ball flew towards her with a ferocious killing intent, her quiet face sank, her eyes didn't blink, she swung her stick out in a flash, her dexterous movements filled the anger in her chest against him, the ball was hit accurately, flew far away from the court, and disappeared into the air.

On the radio, the commentators shouted excitedly: Home run! Score quietly and directly! 6-5, Lanch Pick-up High School won!

The whole stadium exploded, and the players and fans poured into the center of the stadium like a tidal wave, and the silence was lifted high and thrown into the air with cheers.

Quietly laughing and taking off her ball cap, her thick golden brown curls spreading out like seaweed, framing her immaculate face. Her eyes glanced at the stands, and in mid-air she saw Ziang standing on the side of the rostrum, one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand slowly taking off her glasses, and at that moment, she seemed to see a demonic smile.

On another sunny morning, at the gate of Lanchi Sakurashi High School's British retro style, students were rushing to school from all directions.

They walked, cared, biked, motorcycled, and even drove motorcycles, private jets, and it is not surprising that all kinds of vehicles appeared in the square at the entrance of the school, because this is the most famous aristocratic school in the city.

"Tick-tick-" Two muffled car horns sounded behind the flowing crowd, accompanied by the faint barely audible roar of the limousine's engine.

The bustling crowd and traffic consciously dispersed to the left and right, and all eyes were on the limited-edition black Bentley, and their eyes moved with the movement of the Bentley, as if they were greeting His Royal Highness the Most Honorable Prince.

It wasn't until the car passed through the retro carved iron gate and drove into the campus that the previously separated crowds and traffic slowly returned to their original trajectory.

It was the second half of last year, and Quiet had just transferred from France to Lanchi Sakurashi High School. At that time, she didn't know much about all the subtle rules on campus and among students. Of course, they wouldn't know that the person sitting in this black Bentley was the eldest man of the royal family, the president of the student union for two consecutive terms, and the school's man of the year - Huang Ziang, let alone that only the vehicles and planes of the royal brothers and sisters could enter this elegant and quaint campus, and anyone else could only rely on foot.

Quietly wore a hard hat, knee pads and elbow pads, listened to MP3s, and rollerbladed through the long boulevard of the campus as she did in France.

It is the spring season, and the cherry blossoms planted on both sides are extremely gorgeous, and the flowers are dotted with branches, like colorful clouds hanging in the sky.

When the wind blew gently, pale pink petals fell all over the sky, and he looked up with a quiet smile and basked in the cherry blossom rain with open arms, not realizing that a car was coming at full speed around the corner in front of him. The driver thought he had been on this road for two years and knew everything about the road, and he didn't expect anyone to roller skate.

He honked the horn repeatedly, but he couldn't hear the silence at all, and still rushed straight in the direction of the car. The driver braked suddenly, and at the same time, Jing Jing also saw the car speeding towards him, and in a panic, his body lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The screeching sound of the wheels grinding against the screams of the students walking around was a dizzying mixture. When everyone calmed down, they saw Quiet lying on the ground in embarrassment, and the front of Bentley's car was only two centimeters away from her.

There were immediately students all around, and some people wanted to help quiet, but when they saw the owner of the black Bentley, they didn't dare to act rashly.

The driver opened the car door, and the onlookers immediately gave way to a passage, and the prince got out of the car in full view.

The quiet hard hat fell aside, and one knee pad also fell off, she rubbed her knees, kneeling among the cherry blossom petals all over the ground, her golden brown curls were slightly messy, because of the pained frowning brow and biting her lower lip, she looked like an innocent doll, and she was infinitely pitied.

Wang Ziang walked to Quiet, leaned down, and slowly stretched out his right hand, with apology and pity in his eyes, "Are you okay, are you injured?"

Quiet didn't even raise his head, I don't know if it hurt from the fall, and he didn't move.

"Can't you get up?" asked Wang Ziang, reaching out to pull Quiet's arm.

Romantic cherry blossom rain, dreamlike encounters, handsome men and beautiful women that only appear in comics, this moment of silence is like a princess waiting for the knight to rescue.

The boys around them all held their breath, and the girls all had red eyes, moved and jealous.

"Smack-" An unusually low muffled sound, followed by a muffled snort, shattered the beautiful picture and pulled everyone back to reality.

Fantasy is beautiful, while reality is cruel......

A second ago, the prince was graceful and asked gently, but when he saw that Quiet did not respond, he proudly thought that even if Quiet was beautiful, it was still the same as other girls, and when he saw him, he lost his soul and his brain could not function normally, so he maintained his usual gentlemanly style and reached out to help her up. But I didn't expect that-

In the next second, "Smack-" Quiet grabbed the hard hat next to her and jerked it fiercely, throwing away the hand that was about to touch her. "Take your hands off and don't touch me!"

Suddenly, there was silence. Everyone was stunned, even the prince was a little stiff, and there was a faint surprise under the anger. In his eighteen years of life, he has never been treated like this, let alone a girl.

He withdrew his reddened right hand and touched his chin, "Looks like you've hit your brain." The corners of his mouth hooked a good-looking arc, and that smile fascinated many girls, but for Quiet, that smile was colder than winter snow, and the bewildering voice said lukewarm words, "Since you fell in front of my car, I think I have the responsibility to take you to the infirmary for a thorough examination." ”

Before Quiet could react, Wang Ziang pulled up Quiet with lightning speed, hugged him horizontally, and walked towards the car door.

"Let go of me!" Quiet kicked and kicked in his arms, "Let me go!"

However, the prince was very tough, and his movements were almost rough, and no matter how quiet he struggled, it was only in vain. In order to punish her, and to preserve his dignity, he did not allow her to resist at all.

The extremely ambiguous posture that seems to outsiders is best known only in Quiet's heart - he is definitely a dangerous boy.

In broad daylight, Wang Ziang forcibly but reasonably hugged Tranquility into the car, and the driver picked up Tranquility's backpack that had fallen aside, got into the car and restarted. The black Bentley walked away, leaving a group of students there to talk.

Quietly frowned and fled from his embrace, Bentley's car was spacious enough that she sat in a corner, keeping a safe distance from him.

Wang Ziang disagreed, rubbed his throbbing right hand, and looked at her without shying away.

Quiet was looking down to examine the wound on her knee, her long hair covering most of her face, but only a small part of her face could still be seen, her facial features combined the femininity of the East with the allure of the West, and the proportions of her body were almost perfect. Huang Ziang admits that she is indeed impeccable, even among the many beauties he has ever seen.

Under the pleated skirt of red and black checkered, she did not wear knee-length stockings according to school rules, but in order to prevent walking naked during exercise, she wore black mid-parted leggings, which made her calves more and more fair, and her curves were attractive, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks.