As he was leaving, Lu Fan's gaze swept around the desk and landed on a watch. There is a one-inch photo pasted on it, the girl's face is extraordinarily white, her facial features are bright, and she looks extraordinarily quiet and lovely.

Lu Fan turned his gaze, what is his name? Ji Xinglian? Freaks? It's really deformed.

When Lu Fan walked out of the office door, he still wondered why a good-looking girl could be called such a strange name?

It can't be said to be weird, but it should be difficult to describe accurately.

Lu Fan touched his chin, he was still a nerd.

With these few adjectives on the transfer student's body, Lu Fan suddenly lost all interest and curiosity in her.

Is it useful to be good-looking? and you can't fight with him as a king.

Is it useful to study well? and could not take him to lie down on gold.

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Ji Xinglian rubbed at home for a while and received all the plot. The story of this interface is very bloody.,As cannon fodder, she transferred to the school where the male and female protagonists were.。

Because of her own appearance, coupled with the fact that she doesn't like to talk and is not good at dealing with interpersonal communication, many people in the class call her White Lotus behind her back.

Once she didn't do well in the exam, she sat in the class and cried, and the heroine passed by and handed her a piece of paper, and when she was about to pick it up, the heroine accused her with red eyes.

alluded to her comforting cannon fodder, but the cannon fodder was not only not grateful, but also sarcastically mocked the heroine's bad grades.

This was heard by the male protagonist who was passing by, and he had a good impression of the "kind-hearted" female protagonist.

At the suggestion of the heroine, the people in the class are getting worse and worse for cannon fodder, causing this cannon fodder, who is very sensitive in his own right, to commit suicide at a young age.

Although he didn't die, he was depressed all his life.

Ji Xing looked at himself in the mirror, the facial features of the original body were very consistent with the innocent little beauty on campus, she was quiet and quiet, and she was easy to bully at first glance.

Ji Xinglian whistled, and then changed into a school uniform. The school uniform of Huaishui No. 1 Middle School is Japanese-style, with a uniform and pleated skirt, which is very student-style.

The bus was a little jammed, and Ji Xinglian was a little late when she arrived at the school, so she lowered her head and put on an overly well-behaved expression, and walked into the school slowly.

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Inside the office.

"Sorry teacher, there is a traffic jam on the road, so I am late, I ......"

The girl's watery eyes were a little wet, and she quickly raised her head to look up at him cautiously, and then lowered her eyes. I wanted to speak and stopped, and my voice trembled, as if I would cry in the next second.

The head teacher's heart suddenly became soft, and he couldn't help but soften his voice: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you, let's go to the class now, okay?" ”

Ji Xinglian nodded lightly, and the range of movements was small and fast, like a frightened rabbit.

The two walked into the classroom one after the other, one second, the classroom was quite noisy, and the next second they all quieted down.

Ji Xinglian hung her head and followed behind the head teacher, and those small and fragmented discussions drilled into her ears uncontrollably, and she began to become cramped and uneasy.

The head teacher coughed majestically: "Ahem, there is a transfer student in our class today, everyone applauds and welcomes you warmly." ”

"Papapa......" The applause sounded on time.

Ji Xing raised his head with pity, and then quickly lowered his head, his fingers tugging at the hem of his clothes, and his heart was like a drum.

She didn't see anything clearly just now, as if a pair of dark, attacking eyes flashed in front of her eyes.