As soon as she arrived at the classroom, she didn't even have time to put down her schoolbag, so she ran to the back, saw that Song Wanqiao's position was empty, sat on his stool, and said in shock, "Ahhhhh Jiang Jiang, I just now, I just ......"

Jiang Lige was smoking toilet paper, she hadn't come for a whole month, the dust on the desktop was layer by layer, and with a light touch of her hand, her fingertips turned black, she thought about wiping it quickly and then helping Song Wanqiao's table wipe it by the way, she didn't raise her eyes, she was not surprised by this situation, "What's the matter, hell?" ”

"No, me, I just saw a handsome guy."

"So what? I haven't seen it for hundreds of years, what's the matter, so excited? ”

"He really looks invincible and super handsome, the kind that is on par with Song Wanqiao. And it's very gentle, unlike your iceberg face at the same table, I just accidentally bumped into him downstairs, he didn't blame me, and in turn pulled me in time, caring if I was okay. ”

"Oh."

Jiang Lige had no doubt that if she bumped into a big man with a big shape and someone else made the same move, she would definitely be so frightened that she would run away, and then complain to herself, how fierce that person was.

Alas, there is no way, this world where beauty is dominant! Everything is nothing.

"Say, does he like me, what class is he in? Is it from our school to visit or is it a new transfer, why haven't I seen this person before? Alas, I'm so stupid, I forgot to ask him for contact information, it's not easy to find him again in this vast sea of people, what can I do, just because I looked at him a few more times in the crowd, and since then, I have lovesickness......"

Before Fang Tang finished pouring out her love as wide as the ocean, she saw Jiang Lige squeezing her eyebrows at her, and she wondered, "What's wrong with your eyes?" Cramps? ”

Jiang Lige shook her head like a rattle, signaling that she was okay, and pointed behind her to let her look back.

Fang Tang turned his head carelessly, bumped into a pair of gloomy eyes, was startled, quickly stood up and pulled the cuffs long, and pretended to rub them on the stool repeatedly, "I, I'm wiping the stool for you, you see, shiny and shiny, without a trace of dust, don't thank me too much, I'll go first, see you later~"

Jiang Lige couldn't help but feel funny, this stool was obviously wiped by her, forget it, save someone's life, win the seventh-level floating slaughter, she will keep this secret for the time being, one day she will make her angry, it will not be too late for her to blackmail her.

Song Wanqiao moved the stool and sat down, stretched out her fingertips and touched the table, and lightly opened her thin lips, "Thank you." ”

"With a lot of effort, you can still stop her, if you don't come again, my ears will hear the cocoon."

"I look like a door god?"

"No, no, there is a kind of spirit that shocks the heavens and the earth, which can make gods and ghosts dare not approach, I guess, it is because of the masculinity and righteousness in you!"

Song Wanqiao couldn't help but chuckle out loud when she saw her flattering appearance, every time she spoke, he couldn't control his nerves.

He turned his head and took out his winter vacation homework and materials from his schoolbag and put them on the table, but before he could stabilize them, he was grabbed by a magic hand.

The prelude was prepared perfectly, and it seemed that it had won the favor of Lord Song, and Jiang Lige began to copy it without even saying hello.

Because her wrist was too hard, she felt a faint soreness after writing for a while, and she shook it vigorously, and suddenly, a glass of vanilla-flavored milk was placed in front of her, and she looked up at the owner of the milk.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed in Song Wanqiao's eyes, and when she wanted to spy again, he had become expressionless again, and said lightly, "It's almost overdue." ”

Jiang Lige happily removed the straw, muttered a word of thanks, inserted it neatly into the hole, and took a sip, the milky fragrance overflowed the entire mouth, which was very cool.

She is not a picky eater, not to mention that it is about to expire, even if it is expired, she will gladly accept it.

At eleven o'clock, the head teacher walked into the classroom on time, he hadn't seen him for many days, his beer belly became more and more erect, his face was beaming, and it seemed that the joy of the New Year had not been exhausted.

Seeing that his classmates were all sitting neatly in their seats and not jumping up and down, he was even more relieved, and sure enough, after a year, everyone was a year older.

"Hello students, how are you, are you still having fun during the New Year? How much money did you get for the New Year? ”

"I'm not happy, there's too much homework!"

"The New Year's money has been squeezed by my parents, and there is not even a single hair left!"

There was a wail one after another, and the voices one after another had a feeling of being lost for a long time.

"Okay, okay, don't complain, new semester, new beginning, rest assured, homework will only be more, not less, don't keep thinking about playing, there will be more opportunities to play in the future, not bad for a while, as for the New Year's money, I advise you for the teacher, or study first, as long as you learn well, there will be no less money, you know?"

"Cut~"

Many people made disdainful voices, obviously they wanted to ask, and to be honest, they were educated in turn, which is really not cost-effective.

"Okay, okay, don't kick your nose in the face......"

I was still about to say a few words, but I was suddenly interrupted by a "report" at the door.

He turned his head to look out, recognized the person, and said enthusiastically, "Come, come, come in." He said to the people below, "Today, there is a new classmate in our class, he has just arrived, and he is not very familiar with the environment here, I hope you will help him more in the future." Come, first of all, I would like to say hello to my classmates. ”

Song Liangxiao carried a schoolbag on one shoulder, walked up to the podium politely and decently, and bowed to everyone below first.

Immediately the applause was thunderous, and many girls were whispering, praising Song Liangxiao's ungodly appearance.

He wore a Korean gray jacket today, the buttons were not worn into the hole, revealing a white hooded sweatshirt with English letters, paired with black cargo pants, which set off the perfect body proportions, and the whole person was like a high-quality teenager who came out of the comics.

"Hello everyone, my name is Song Liangxiao, Song of the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, Liangchen of beautiful scenery, and ...... of the Spring Festival"

A unique voice with a thick broadcast cavity flows out slowly, like a moving melody played by a deep cello.

There were already people laughing at this humorous remark, and some people were talking about his appearance, and for a while, the originally quiet classroom became a little noisy.

"Quiet, don't talk!"

The head teacher straightened his face and patted the blackboard vigorously.

Fang Tang was immersed in reading a colorful Tanmei novel, she was already out of her body, and flew to the Nine Heavens to be immersed in the scene, and was suddenly scared back to her soul, she looked up at the podium, her head was suddenly knotted, and a bunch of fireworks in her heart "banged" to bloom.

It's him? He's—he's in the same class as himself.

Damn, it's really pie in the sky! Cupid's arrow hit her, is her peach blossom luck coming lately? First met by chance, and then in the same class, if it continues to develop at this rate, is it about to enter the love period!

Oh Mom, I'm so excited!

"I have a wide range of hobbies, sleeping, chatting, fighting, especially beautiful girls, I don't like to study, and I don't like people to say some well-known nonsense to me, like, you are so handsome!"

The peculiar self-introduction continues, with a bit of self-blackening and a bit of seriousness, but it also reveals his character, free and uninhibited, humble and very principled.

Jiang Lige didn't become a nymphomaniac like other girls, she had already seen someone who was better, and sitting next to her, she didn't seem to be able to appreciate the people next to her anymore.

A slight noise on the left attracted her attention, and she glanced at it with her peripheral vision, seeing that Song Wanqiao's face was not very good, and her fingers were tightly gripping the pen, eager to break it in half.

I don't know why he was suddenly unhappy, just now he was obviously fine, and the reason for not being able to find a trace made her a little confused.

She put her hand to her mouth and whispered, "I think he is not as handsome as you, and he is also very narcissistic, giving a very bad first impression, unlike you, mature and introverted, with grace, low-key and steady and not frivolous." ”