Chen Xiangsang finally finished handing out all the books a few minutes before the end of class, and lay on the table tiredly.

After class, the students ran out of the classroom happily, and many boys sat in their seats and peeked at Xing Mu Moxia.

At this time, Xing Mu Moxia was watching the replay of the game through Chen Xiangsang's mobile phone.

Lady.

"Ranran, have you read the post?" Zhao Mingyi came out of the toilet, looked in the mirror, and stroked his long hair.

Song Ranran turned on the faucet and washed her hands seriously. She took out a tissue and wiped her fingers carefully.

"What's wrong with the sticker?" Song Ranran laughed and glanced at Zhao Mingyi in puzzlement.

Zhao Mingyi said angrily: "Fortunately, you didn't read it, otherwise you would be angry, and I don't know who was bored, so I took a photo of the freshman and put it on the post bar, planning to push her to be the new school flower." ”

Song Ranran smiled faintly, not at all at ease, she still thought something was going on,

"There's nothing to be angry about. I'm tired of being a school girl for so many years, and it's nothing to change someone. ”

Song Ranran seemed to comfort Zhao Mingyi very generously, but it made Zhao Mingyi even more resentful.

"Originally, it was your position, how could you let people, that girl looked like a plastic face. You see, I'm going to be mad for you. ”

Zhao Mingyi is a good friend of Song Ranran, and to put it mildly, he is a close best friend. Zhao Mingyi is everything, Song Ranran knows everything, but Zhao Mingyi only knows a little about Song Ranran.

Song Ranran exclaimed in surprise and glanced at the toilet, "Don't you do anything stupid?" ”

The corners of Zhao Mingyi's mouth twitched: "You can rest assured." Let's get into class. ”

Song Ranran's sister took Zhao Mingyi's arm and walked towards the second class of the third year of high school.

As soon as Song Ranran and the two returned to work, they heard the voice of Su Qi sitting in the back row.

"Wow, the new school flowers on the sticker bar are very good-looking." Su Qi enlarged the photo of Xingmu Moxia and let Lu She, who was at the same table, look at it.

Lu Shi was originally reading carefully, and he didn't dare to be interested in any school flowers, and when he looked up, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the picture and saw Xingmu Moxia.

"She's the new school girl." Lu She's gaze stayed on her smiling face and paused.

Su Qi nodded, holding the phone and reaching for it. On the table in the back lay a sleeping boy.

"Fu Shen, do you want to see our new school flower?" Su Qi didn't dare to touch his table and asked in a low voice.

"What's the big deal, isn't it just a plastic face, it's worth making a fuss about." Zhao Mingyi kicked the stool under his feet unhappily.

Song Ranran pulled her back to her seat and sat down, keeping her eyes on the movements behind her, especially the one sleeping on her stomach behind Su Qi.

"Get out." There was a dignified sound at the back table, with a dull voice and even impatience.

"Okay." Su Qi doesn't drag mud and water, and he will get out of here. Fu Shen was sleeping, and there was nothing good to provoke him, and Su Qi was quite self-aware.

"I don't know how Fu Shen learned, he slept in class every day, arrived late and left early, and he could be the first in the school, what kind of brain is this." Su Qi shook his head helplessly.

Lu She, who was seriously working on the question, heard Su Qi's muttering voice, the corners of his mouth tightened, and he glanced back with his head slightly sideways, and a strange look flowed in his eyes.

"Ranran, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Mingyi said a few words, didn't hear Song Ranran's answer, glanced at her, she was in a daze.

"I'm fine." Song Ranran smiled back, and sure enough, as she expected, Fu Xize was not interested in any school flowers at all.