An Xiaoli's tablemate is a boy with glasses, not tall, but he is very honest, and he has asked her questions before.

This time he was in a group with An Xiaoli, and the boy looked very happy, and without waiting for An Xiaoli to get closer, he opened up a place for her.

"Sit down."

"Thank you." An Xiaoli said politely.

The boy has always studied hard, but his grades have not improved much, and he can't find a way, but he didn't expect that this time he would transfer her to his tablemate, and he still feels like a dream.

What he particularly admires is An Xiaoli.

Usually very low-key, even if the grades have always occupied the first place in the grade, they will not be complacent, and their classmates will always answer questions patiently.

She studies hard, but she doesn't die studying.

Unlike the average girl, she is especially good at once, and the math is often perverted to a perfect score.

Even a friend of his, who has been participating in the Olympiad since junior high school, has heard of her name.

I admire this girl.

After An Xiaoli sat down, she was surrounded by classmates who didn't usually come and go, and she didn't take the time to integrate into them, but lowered her head and quietly sorted out her books.

Books, notes, and pencil cases are all very clean, and the outside of the book is still wrapped in brown paper, and her name is neatly signed in the lower right corner.

Sure enough, it's a top student.

The school bell rings.

Everyone packed their schoolbags and got up in twos and threes.

At the back of the classroom, You Lulu slowly moved out like a turtle with her schoolbag on her back, she turned her head to look at An Xiaoli's group, and then looked at Young Master Jiulan who was sitting on the seat without moving, her face was full of sorrow.

This Young Master Jiulan and An Xiaoli are two people...... It can't be a real quarrel, right......

It's over, it's all her crow's mouth, if she hadn't observed them on a whim, maybe she wouldn't have quarreled.

It's all her fault.

The first time he was at the same table, the boy was a little nervous, thinking that they would study together for a long time in the future, and he wanted to leave a good impression on the top student, and he was just about to speak.

A black crossbody bag suddenly fell in front of him.

The surface is marked with a distinct "BUBBERY" mark.

The boy was taken aback.

The eyes of the students in the class who had not yet left were also attracted by the movement here.

A shadow fell in front of him, and An Xiaoli's movements were also stunned.

After a pause, she raised her eyes.

I saw Jiu Lan Crack standing next to him, still looking invincible, staring at the boy with his eyes down, raising his chin, and saying, "Change positions." ”

The boy's eyebrows furrowed subconsciously.

He and An Xiaoli sat at the same table before it was hot, and they were replaced.

But he couldn't provoke Jiu Lan crack, he bit the back of his teeth, so he could only get up, reluctantly smiled at An Xiaoli, and said, "That Xiaoli, I'll ask you the topic in the future." ”

An Xiaoli sighed and said hello.

Jiu Lan's face sank.

The girl didn't have any nostalgia, just a polite response to an inconsequential classmate.

The boy's face was a little gloomy, and he packed his schoolbag and left immediately.

The desk was gently kicked, accompanied by a yin and yang strange voice: "You still don't give me a place?" Still want to be nostalgic for others? ”

What is this guy talking about.

An Xiaoli frowned, sighed softly, and gave him a place.

But this expression is proper in Jiu Lan's eyes...... Abandon.

Damn, Lao Tzu took the initiative to pull down his face for her, this girl actually dared to dislike him?

The arrogant young master's face was very heavy, and he just got up and walked away without being cool.

It's a childish way of making things louder.