Chapter 102: Autistic Tablemate Dressed as a School Bully (6)

This body, unlike the previous two worlds of Fuyue, has a different body shape from the tall royal sister, and is petite like a rag doll, which makes people can't help but want to cherish it.

The melon seed's small face is no more than the size of an adult's palm, with big eyes and a small mouth, like a little Lori.

System Jiujiu swept the skirt of the A lieutenant uniform she was wearing, sucked it down, and swallowed back the saliva that was about to flow out.

[Adult, do you really want to go to school?] 】

Fuyue swept over herself, nodded unequivocally, and walked out through System Ninety-Nine.

Take the small school bag you carefully selected, change into your shoes, and walk outside.

"What else do you have to say?" Closing the door and looking at Jiujiu floating out, she said lightly.

System Jiujiu shook his head violently and looked at her with bright eyes.

Woo woo, adults are so cute!

Fuyue didn't know what it was thinking, remembering the map in A that the system had shown her, and she walked slowly on the way to school.

Along the way, I met many boys and girls wearing the same school uniforms as her, and their faces were full of sunny and cheerful smiles.

Quite a few in groups.

Fuyue looked at the four or five girls who walked past her, and pushed her glasses with her fingertips.

"Why are their skirts shorter than mine?"

Her gray-black skirt was below her knees.

And the skirts of the group of girls in front of me are only up to the thighs.

System Jiujiu almost blurted out, because you have short legs, this sentence.

Fortunately, it stopped in time, it comforted.

[Because they deliberately cut their skirts short.] 】

"Oh." There seemed to be a flash of light in the eyes under the floating moon lenses, and it quickly disappeared without a trace.

System Jiujiu looked at his own adult with a rather "lonely" expression.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but comfort her.

[My lord, your skirt is the best-looking. 】

Fuyue was slightly stunned, raised her eyes and looked at Jiujiu strangely: "Of course I know." ”

System Ninety-Nine: ???

The road to school was not very long, but Fuyue walked slowly with short legs.

I walked for half an hour before entering the school gate.

In the end, I searched for half an hour on the huge campus to find the office of the dean.

Waiting for her to be led by the teacher, in the classroom of Class 2 of the second year of high school, their recess exercises have ended, and the second class has begun.

The classroom, which was originally a little noisy, became a little quiet because of the intervention of the head teacher, but there were still a few students in the back row whispering in private.

Fuyue felt the gaze placed on her, the big eyes under the frames of her glasses dodged uneasily, and even the fair-skinned and slender little hands clenched into small fists uneasily.

After the head teacher briefly introduced her, she asked Fuyue to introduce herself.

Fuyue pushed her glasses and wrote the words "Zhou Xiao" on the blackboard.

Zhou Xiao is the name of this body.

Maybe when her mother gave birth to her, she didn't bother to think about the name.

She doesn't have a mother either, though, does she?

Soon, she said in a thin and small voice: "My name is Zhou Xiao." ”

Then, the entire classroom fell silent.

The head teacher was a woman in her forties, looking at the well-behaved and shy little girl next to her, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she sighed.

"You can just find a seat and sit down."

As the head teacher, she naturally knows the little girl's family situation.

Thinking of her daughter, who was about the same age as her, her heart softened.

Fu Yue timidly swept through the huge classroom, and there were two empty seats.

One girl, one boy.

The girl looked at her with implicit disgust, Fuyue's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and finally raised her feet and walked towards the boy who was sleeping on the table.