On the first day of school in Meng Yao's freshman and sophomore year of high school, she was almost late, stepped on the bell and entered the classroom, and instantly received all the attention.

He looked around lightly, there was no expression on his delicate and white little face, and he found a place with his name written on it and sat down.

The head teacher smiled kindly and began to hold a class meeting, the content of the class meeting was similar from childhood to adulthood, and Meng Yao listened to it with a wandering mind.

Because from the second year of high school, the relationship between arts and sciences began to be separated, so the first day of school is the busiest time for school leaders and teachers.

"Okay, that's all for today's class meeting, I'll wait until tomorrow to introduce myself, and after a while I say that after the disbandment, the students can move freely, but remember - before dinner, you must go to the auditorium with your parents."

The surrounding students responded in twos and threes and left one after another.

Meng Yao exhaled lightly and collapsed on the table.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, it was the time of youth and vitality, and there was laughter and laughter all around, but Meng Yao had the urge to sleep.

Ah, the weather is good, the sun is so warm~

Meng Yao was lazily lying on the table basking in the sun, like a lazy cat.

Just when Meng Yao was about to fall asleep in the sun, someone knocked her table twice.

"Hello, my name is Qingyuan." The person who came had short flaxen brown hair, neat and clean, and when he smiled, he felt like a spring breeze, like a beautiful boy who came out of a girl's comics.

But Meng Yao just raised her head, glanced at him lazily, and replied weakly: "Hello, Meng Yao." ”

Qingyuan was probably the first time to meet a girl who was so cold to him, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, but soon the smile on his face became more gentle.

"Have lunch together?"

Meng Yao didn't bother to straighten up, squinted his eyes and asked him, "Why?" ”

"Do you need a reason to invite a beautiful woman to dinner?" Qing Yuan's smile is fascinating.

"No, but I don't want to eat it." After Meng Yao finished speaking, he buried his head in the crook of his arm and continued to bask in the sun.

Qing Yuan's smile froze on his face, and he endured and endured, but he still resisted the urge to slap the table.

Meng Yao fell asleep again, and just as she was about to fall asleep again, there was another noise at the door.

Meng Yao frowned impatiently, burying her head a little deeper.

But the noise at the door is getting more and more intense, as if there is no tendency to stop.

Meng Yao covered her ears, but to no avail.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and got up from her seat.

Murderously walking towards the door, a group of girls, surrounded by a boy on the inside and outside of the third floor.

The boy was a lot taller than the girl next to him, more than 185 years old, like the deep facial features of Westerners, sharp facial lines, tight thin lips, and black plate inches, giving people a feeling that no one should enter.

However, the strong male hormones exuded by this boy, coupled with his God-favored face, make him look particularly masculine, and he has a fatal attraction to these little girls who are just beginning to fall in love.

Meng Yao sighed silently and leaned lazily against the door: "Tsk, you're really a trouble." ”

The voice was not loud, but it was unusually clear, and the eyes of the boy with an indifferent face lit up, and he separated the crowd and walked quickly in the direction of Meng Yao.

The girls around him were stunned, after all, they surrounded him for a long time, and he also looked cold and indifferent, but now he suddenly moved.