Wencheng Foreign Chinese is a private school invested by a wealthy overseas businessman in order to return to his hometown, with strong teachers and lower tuition fees than any private school in Xia Kingdom. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Moreover, the school has a lot of scholarships every semester.

This is the best middle school in Vincent.

The students who are able to study here are all excellent students, and the learning atmosphere of the school is very good.

Bai Yueyan was able to enter this school completely by relationship, Bai Lingzhi sponsored a teaching building in the school, and the matter of admission was solved logically.

Bai Yueyan is just a fool, not a madman.

Admit him to school, and the school will not be under pressure.

No one is going to have trouble with money.

Because of Bai Yueyan's intelligence, he didn't come to school, whether he listened carefully in class, and no one would care, he was just a number.

Love comes, and it doesn't come to pull it down.

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Jiang Wangyue used a curse to tamper with everyone's memories, because it was a curse, even if it was a harmless curse, there would be some side effects, and the side effect was that the cursed person's cognition of the cursed person weakened, and Jiang Wangyue's sense of existence became lower.

People who know Jiang Wangyue will always subconsciously ignore him and ignore him.

Just like the properties of the unmarked ball.

That's fine, it's better to be ignored than to be treated as a fool.

It's now before the first class in the afternoon, most of the students who stayed on campus have just woken up from their naps, and now it's more than May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and many people wake up sweating profusely.

The ceiling fan overhead spun wildly.

But it doesn't bring a trace of coolness.

The tuition fee of this foreign Chinese middle school is low, the money is small, and the school has hundreds of classrooms, and it is not enough to install air conditioning in every classroom.

I don't know how many students have complained about it.

It's a pity that complaining is useless.

Jiang Wangyue took the bus, got off at the platform 300 meters away from the school, followed the day students, and entered the school.

Along the way, students in school uniforms rode by.

There are also schools close to home, walking to school.

Jiang Wangyue bought a bottle of drink at a roadside shop.

Unscrew the lid and take a sip.

When the two girls who were walking and chatting passed by, they subconsciously glanced at Jiang Wangyue.

The pretty face without powder is inexplicably red.

Whether it is in the previous life or in this life, Jiang Wangyue's appearance is quite high, the Moon God Clan, born from birth, after the transformation, the appearance and qualifications are perfect.

Xihe, Chang Xi, and Wangshu are all women with charming faces.

Emperor Jun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, is also a heroic man.

Jiang Wangyue is naturally not bad.

His presence is low, limited to those who know him, those who have been cursed by him, and those who don't know him will not feel this way.

It's just that in Wencheng Foreign Chinese Middle School, the whole school knows Bai Yueyan's name.

Jiang Wangyue's curse affected a somewhat wide range.

The people of this school, to a greater or lesser extent, will be affected somewhat.

Just like the girl who was staring at Jiang Wangyue just now, after retracting her gaze, she ignored him and forgot about his existence.

"That's serious!

Admission to the school.

Jiang Wangyue walked along the brick and stone road to his classroom, looked at a girl with thick glasses and was reciting in the woods next to the senior high school teaching building, and muttered.

It's hotter outside than inside the classroom.

At noon, being able to endorse outside is really not something that ordinary people can do.

Jiang Wangyue's incarnation, Bai Yueyan, is only seventeen years old this year and is in her second year of high school, in fact, Bai Yueyan doesn't even know the knowledge of junior high school, let alone improve it.

Find your class.

There are very few people in this sophomore class, at least half of the empty seats in the classroom, no way, this is an art class, Wencheng Chinese is not an art school, liberal arts students, science students are the most.

Art media is the least number of art students.

Because art students are divided into professional courses and cultural courses, compared with ordinary arts and science students, the proportion of culture is not high, and cultural courses are quite relaxed.

It's great for students who spend money to make a living.

The school finally collected the money, so Bai Yueyan was thrown into this art class by the school.

Die.

Of course, most of the students who choose art are truly passionate about the art.

Bai Yueyan is obviously not in this list.

Jiang Wangyue entered through the back door of the open classroom, found his place in the last row and sat down, waiting for the class bell to ring, today is Tuesday, there are no professional classes.

He reached into his drawer, covered it, and took out a novel from the artifact space, and began to read it boredly.

I watched it for a while.

Jiang Wangyue closed the novel, unscrewed the drink bottle, and poured a big sip of soda, the soda was chilled by him with cold light supernatural powers, and the taste was excellent, he slumped on the chair, and looked at the classroom for a long time, it was very interesting to go to school.

The short-haired girl in the seat in front of him was practicing sketching with a pen and paper, and the boy next to her pulled out a popsicle and played a mobile game while biting it.

He had just finished playing and was drenched in sweat.

Smelling the smell of sweat on the boy's body, the girl covered her nose and moved to the side.

Glared at him viciously.

Quietly draw the body movements of the same table.

At the end, he painted a pig's nose on his face, and laughed while drawing, the laughter was so demonic that her table mate was stunned, and he happened to see the painting.

The two fought over the painting again.

To the left of Jiang Wangyue, there was a big fat man, who was sleeping on the table, with a book on his head, and he was snoring amazingly.

In front, a class representative is collecting homework.

Soon received Jiang Wangyue here, he glanced at Jiang Wangyue, didn't say anything, and calmly walked to the other side of the classroom.

The classroom was on the third floor of the teaching building, and Jiang Wangyue was sitting near the window.

As soon as you look up, you can see the playground outside the window.