Gu Zhihuan turned around and saw a tall young man standing lazily under the corridor, his school uniform was loosely draped over his shoulders, his schoolbag was diagonally resting on his left arm, and he stepped on a football under his feet, half-squinting, and looked up.

"Jiao Pei." Han Yue frowned.

Jiao Pei bent down to pick up the football, lifted his right foot, and walked up the stairs.

Han Yue subconsciously blocked in front of Gu Zhihuan.

Jiao Pei looked at Han Yue, then at Gu Zhihuan, and whistled: "Girlfriend? ”

Gu Zhihuan put one hand on Han Yue's shoulder, walked up to him quietly, and stretched out his left hand to Jiao Pei: "Gu Zhihuan, a transfer student in the seventh class of the second year of high school." ”

Jiao Pei looked at Gu Zhihuan's hand with a smile and shook it gently: "Jiao Pei, the disciplinary committee member of the seventh class of the second year of high school." ”

Han Yue looked at Jiao Pei's obstructive hand, slapped it impatiently, and then pulled Gu Zhihuan and walked upstairs: "Baby, I'm going to be late." ”

Gu Zhihuan let Han Yue pull him, and when he stepped up to the corner of the stairs, Gu Zhihuan instinctively looked down.

Jiao Pei was still standing in place, leaning against the wall.

Across the two-story staircase, Gu Zhihuan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he still clearly felt that Jiao Pei was looking at him.

Her heart sank, and she couldn't help but slow down.

"Are you familiar with Jiao Pei?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

"Not familiar." Han Yue's eyes rolled.

Gu Zhihuan glanced sideways at him.

Han Yue always felt that his careful thinking had been seen through, and his heart was pounding.

Fortunately, Gu Zhihuan seemed to ask casually, and did not continue to delve into it.

Han Yue followed Gu Zhihuan to the seventh class of the second year of high school, and then gradually came back to his senses: "Baby, do you know the road to our school?" ”

Gu Zhihuan was stunned.

From the moment she entered school, she completely subconsciously followed the habits in her memory.

I didn't expect to really walk to the door of the seventh class of the second year of high school.

But if she remembers correctly, in the third year after her graduation, Hengshui No. 1 Middle School replanned its campus, and the teaching buildings and dormitories have been rebuilt.

The real Hengshui No. 1 Middle School should not still be what she remembers.

Gu Zhihuan's eyes flashed: "I've been here before." ”

Han Yue still wanted to ask a few words, but Gu Zhihuan had already stepped into the classroom first.

When it was almost time for class, the classroom was full.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at the door.

Many classmates looked at her curiously.

Han Yue tugged Gu Zhihuan's arm: "Baby, over there, there is just an empty seat behind me." ”

Gu Zhihuan looked in Han Yue's direction, and sure enough, he saw a position in the corner of the last row.

She carried her schoolbag and walked over unhurriedly.

Along the way, many classmates discussed her one after another.

Some female classmates looked at Gu Zhihuan with obvious unkindness in their eyes.

Where would Gu Zhihuan take these little girls' thoughts to heart.

As soon as she walked to her seat, Han Yue helped her pull out the chair, put her schoolbag away, and then sat in her place.

Gu Zhihuan's tablemate was a little fat man with glasses.

Han Yue picked up the pen, drew a 38 line directly between the two, and said viciously: "Zhang Yang, you are not allowed to cross this line, you know?" ”

Zhang Yang looked aggrievedly at the line on the table that obviously belonged to two or eight points: "This is not enough for me to put the book." ”

"You can go to class with a book in hand." Han Yue said.

The corners of his mouth drooped.

"I'll switch places with you." Jiao Pei walked to the table with a football in his arms.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

Jiao Pei impatiently flexed his index finger and tapped it on his desk.

Zhang Yang packed up his things in a panic: "Huh? Okay, okay. ”

"You dare?" Han Yue slapped Zhang Yang's table.

I used too much force, and my palms hurt a little.

Han Yue's hand trembled slightly.

Jiao Pei glanced at Han Yue's hand lightly.

Han Yueqiang held back the pain and glared at him not to be outdone.

Dozens of pairs of eyes drifted over.

Zhang Yang trembled in the energy light waves of Jiao Pei and Han Yue.

Jiao Pei squeezed his fist quietly.

Zhang Yang resolutely fled to Jiao Pei's position with his schoolbag.

Jiao Pei directly put his schoolbag next to Gu Zhihuan.

Han Yue stood up suddenly: "You-"

"Han Yue." Gu Zhihuan raised his head.

Han Yue's eyes were red.

Gu Zhihuan beckoned to him.

Han Yue clenched his fists and gritted his teeth without moving.

Gu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

Han Yue hurriedly leaned his head over: "Baby." ”

"Obedient to class." Gu Zhihuan raised his hand and touched Han Yue's head.

Han Yue suddenly wagged his tail and rubbed it in Gu Zhihuan's palm, and at the same time did not forget to glance at Jiao Pei triumphantly.

See!

The professionalism of a little white face!

This is the gentle and considerate man that rich women like!

Han Yue sat back in his seat like a big dog.

Jiao Pei raised his eyebrows.

Han Yue lowered his head and rummaged in his schoolbag for a long time, took out a palm-sized mirror, and put it on his desk.

The mirror focused on Jiao Pei behind him.

Jiao Pei: "......"

Nine o'clock sharp.

Tao Xingchun walked into the classroom with thick teaching materials in his hand.

He didn't go to class immediately after putting down the teaching materials, but looked down at the top transfer application.

As soon as Tao Xingchun entered the office in the morning, he received this transfer application from the dean of students.

Because of the rush of time, he didn't meet the transfer student, just this name...... Sounds familiar.

Tao Xingchun picked up the transfer application and coughed lightly: "Before today's class, let's welcome the new transfer student in our class, Gu Zhihuan." Gu came to the podium and sat down to introduce himself--Shao-huh-"

Tao Xingchun's voice suddenly pulled up, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

Gu Zhihuan walked up from behind with a calm face.

"You, you, you—" Tao Xingchun looked at Gu Zhihuan's expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Isn't this the rich woman who raised Han Yue?!

"Teacher Tao." Gu Zhihuan glanced at him calmly.

It took Tao Xingchun a long time to regain his sanity and walked to the edge of the podium.

Gu Zhihuan picked up the chalk, stood straight on the podium, wrote his name in a fluttering manner, and then threw the chalk away and walked off the stage.

The crisp and neat movements made a group of high school students dumbfounded.

Luo Yang, who had experienced Gu Zhihuan's aura up close, couldn't wait to bury his head in the book.

"Good!" Jiao Pei stood up in silence and applauded: "Classmate Gu's handwriting is so beautiful, I like it." ”

When he said the last three words, his tone was ambiguous, and his eyes fell on Gu Zhihuan meaningfully.

Han Yue's temples jumped, he turned his head and stared at Jiao Pei coldly: "Do you like it?" ”

Jiao Pei just lowered his head a little, and before he could raise his head, he felt that the light and shadow in front of him were dim, and Han Yu directly pounced on him without saying anything.

No one thought that in front of the teacher during class time, the two would fight, and they couldn't help but be confused.

When Tao Xingchun came back to his senses and rushed over to pull the two apart, Han Yue swung his fist at Jiao Pei, Jiao Pei dodged sideways, and his fist hit Tao Xingchun who rushed to persuade him.

Han Yue suddenly glared at Jiao Pei angrily: "You actually didn't block Teacher Tao's fist?" ”

Tao Xingchun: "......"

Jiao Pei: "......"