Friend?

Lan Shuying looked at the girl's palm in a quiet gaze.

The other party's nails are very neat, enough to compete with Meng Qingguang's obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the transparent nail polish looks even more exquisite. Each finger is even and slender, and it looks like a work of art.

However, it was this hand that took over Du Xianjun's family heirloom turtle jade, and then did not hesitate to take it into the sea of people.

It was also this hand that pushed Du Xianjun to the abyss that could not be stopped.

What did Du Xianjun do wrong? Could it be that he really responded to that sentence and harbored his guilt?

"Is that okay?"

Feng Wanwan's smile faded slightly, and there was some grievance in his tone, so that the people around him couldn't help but want to speak for her.

Lan Shuying withdrew the gaze that stopped on that hand and reminded her, "Student Feng, it's class time. ”

Her refusal was tactful and substantial.

Feng Wanwan will understand one day that even if it is not class time, she disdains to make this so-called friend.

Looking back on her past few years, looking at the entire Nanming Mansion, there is only one Jialan who can be called her friend.

You, Feng Wanwan, what kind of thing?

……

The head teacher left quickly, and the teacher of this class had been waiting at the door for a long time, and his face was not very good when he went to the podium, and he dropped the book and patted a cloud of white dust.

Feng Wanwan indirectly felt this malice, her eyes turned cold, and she raised her chin and walked to the only empty seat in the back row.

At this time, her life assistant had already put away all the items such as textbooks early, just waiting for her to sit down. This scene fell into the eyes of the students, and they couldn't help but mumble to each other in private.

Seeing that her attitude of enjoying service is so natural, what kind of family background does this have to make her develop this habit?

They'll find out soon.

Half an hour of wandering thoughts passed quickly, the bell rang for the end of class, and before a group of wild horses could rush out of the classroom, a wall of people had already blocked in front of them - wearing white flower hats and white aprons in front of them, young and beautiful women were all dressed in neat and decent uniforms, they were waiting in the corridor with three layers of wrought iron carts, and the smell of sweet food wafted throughout the floor.

From time to time, there were sounds of surprise, and the students who joined in the excitement surrounded the place.

Lan Shuying didn't need to go out to see to know what the situation was.

As happened in the plot, Feng Wanwan invited several classes of students to eat snacks as soon as he made a move, strawberry cakes in paper cups, and each person could also receive a bottle of fruity milk from the maids who smiled and showed their eight teeth.

At first glance, it seems like nothing, so many people have taken it down from the entire floor, and the food in front of them is actually far from enough, and more will be transported later.

After only two recesses, the whole grade knew that there was a transfer student named Feng Wanwan here, who was beautiful and super rich.

After a morning, the students of the entire class could see that Feng Wanwan seemed to be very interested in Du Xianjun, the recognized student bully in their class, and always came to Du Xianjun's side to curry favor.

This allowed some of the girls who were already sour to find a point to attack.

"That transfer student shouldn't be Lala, her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Du Xianjun, and she couldn't get rid of it like kraft candy, you see, she went to ...... again."

"Then who knows, even if she is, then she is also a rich Lala, right?"

"Why do you think so dirty, people may just have bad grades and want to rub off on the luck of the top students!"

"Cut, Du Xianjun relies on strength, what does it have to do with luck? Have you ever heard of a saying, you have nothing to do, you are either a traitor or a thief! Could she be ...... What is Tudu Xianjun's thing? ”

Lan Shuying has a good ear and can distinguish the discussions of these girls in the corner, especially the last one, she couldn't help but glance at it, and found that it was the girl who said this and asked the little fat man to buy a safe fruit before, called He Yu.

This girl spoke quite well, and she clicked on the truth casually.

"What are you all doing here, eating people with short mouths, you have all been given the cake and milk she gave, and you are still muttering to her behind your back, are you embarrassed?"

Finally, as soon as the girl spoke, the other four looked at each other and said no more.

Feng Wanwan came over to find a topic several times in his spare time, but Lan Shuying just silently made a question bank, or gave a lecture to the little fat man.

That may have given her some sort of inspiration.

"Xianjun, I just arrived here, the textbooks I used before are different from yours, Teacher Chen said that you are the best in our class, do you think you can make up for me?" Feng Wanwan opened his mouth to be very familiar with this title, smiled flatteringly, and pushed a beautifully packaged round box along the desk.

The little fat man's family background is good, his eyes lit up immediately when he recognized this thing, this is a high-end specialty cookie of a foreign brand, his father went abroad last year to bring back a box, the price is needless to say, the key is that it is not easy to buy, the taste he has been hungry for almost a year!

Lan Shuying raised her head when she heard this, her eyes were a little dazed, she twisted her eyebrows slightly, and did not speak.

The little fat man has been sitting at the same table with Du Xianjun for a few months, and he knows her expression very well, and now in this atmosphere, anyone can feel the reluctance of "Du Xianjun".

As the saying goes, the building near the water gets the moon first, isn't it? The little fat man was finally able to sit at the same table with her, thinking in his heart, maybe it was because of this exclusive immortal qi bonus that he was not squeezed to the bottom of the class...... What's more, it was only today that Xueshen told him that he was sure to help him move up to twenty!

Therefore, he, Zheng Xiaoyuan, will never allow anyone to take away his god of learning!

"Ahem, classmate Feng, this is inconvenient, my family usually works so hard, I have to brush up on many questions every day, I usually feel like I ask her a few questions when I am at the same table, tsk, I feel very guilty, I am very embarrassed! Make-up class or something, uh-huh......"

The little fat man said as he swallowed his saliva and pushed the cookie box back.

Feng Wanwan's smile stiffened a little.

This is the second time she has dealt with the little fat man, and she thinks that if she is messed with by this guy again, she really wants to fan him!

Lan Shuying silently gave the little fat man a thumbs up, and said coldly in the original owner's tone: "Self-study is a very good way to learn, I suggest that you communicate more with the teacher and do more questions, I am really not suitable for making up lessons for my classmates." ”

Sending away the thief-hearted Feng Wanwan again, Lan Shuying glanced at the little fat man and nodded tacitly.

But she didn't expect that this day still couldn't be finished peacefully.

Before the end of the evening self-study, Feng Wanwan made another fuss, and she wanted to invite the whole class to dinner.

It is said that she knew from a classmate that Du Xianjun's family opened a restaurant, so she wanted to settle there and try the specialties here.

Lan Shuying: "My dad's craftsmanship is ordinary, and he doesn't know any special tastes, so let's change it." ”

Feng Wanwan let out a string of clear laughter, and said happily: "You don't need to be special, just home-cooked food!" Uncle will definitely do it! With that, she turned to discuss the time with the others.

Avoiding the buzzing crowd, the little fat man leaned over with a serious face: "I feel that this transfer student is ...... to you." Misdeeds. ”

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