The usual high school bell has been sounded to let students leave the school, but the final listening is still being done at Shotok College.

The radio is playing chicken soup for the soul, and the principal who is comparable to a voice actor is slowly reading a manuscript, which has been a tradition since the establishment of Shotok College, and every Friday after school, the students must be poured some chicken soup.

In the past, people didn't call these words chicken soup, but only good words that inspired people.

Fu Mo Nian looked out the window with one hand on his cheek, and his thoughts had already flown out of the Shengde Academy.

Sitting in front of him was Nangong Xizi, looking at him from time to time, and his subordinates kept moving.

When the chicken soup for the soul was over, Nangong Xizi handed Fu Mo Nian a painting, "What is given to you is a meeting gift." ”

Fu Mo Nian glanced at it hastily, it was he who wrote, "No need, you have already given me a meeting gift." ”

Nangong Xizi was slightly stunned, when did she give him a meeting gift? She doesn't seem to have bought any expensive gifts lately, right?

"Garland."

The concise and concise words fell, Nangong Xizi instantly came back to his senses, and hurriedly stuffed the painting into his hand, "That can't be considered a gift." ”

Fu Mo Nian smiled awkwardly but politely, "I'm sorry, I think that's a welcome gift." ”

Belch......

If she said no, wouldn't she be saying that the wreath wasn't meant to welcome him?

Nangong Xizi was deflated, so he no longer forced the painting out.

There was a bicycle parked on the right side of the gate of Shengde College, and the students who came out couldn't help but look twice, after all, they had high-end private cars to pick them up and drop off from school, and it was rare to see anyone riding a bicycle that represented poverty.

If Yu Huanxi knew the subtext of these students, he would definitely scold him!

You're poor!

Cycling is eco-friendly!

Rush candle! In vain as a high school student!

"Fu Mo Nian!"

Seeing the prince come out, Yu Huan waved his arms excitedly.

Fu Mo Nian was happy in his heart, but he couldn't wait to rush over and cover her mouth immediately.

Nangong Xizi, who was following behind, followed the prestige, and Yu Huanxi's beautiful face broke into sight, causing her to frown slightly, and a feeling of unease rose in her heart.

"Why are you here?" Fu Monian took the initiative to put his schoolbag in the car pocket, pushed the bicycle and walked with Yu Huanxi.

Yu Huanxi looked back at Shengde Academy, "I came to see what the school you attended was like." ”

"Hello, I'm classmate of classmate Fu, Nangong Xizi."

A clean, white hand reached out to her.

Look up and look at a pair of provocative eyes.

Out of politeness, Yu Huanxi shook hands with this girl named Nangong Xizi, "Hello, I am the fiancée of the old man, Yu Huanxi." ”

Nangong Xizipi didn't smile, and withdrew her hand with some disgust, she regretted taking the initiative to shake hands with Yu Huanxi.

"Nangong-san, is there anything else?" Fu Mo Nian suddenly opened his mouth.

Nangong Xizi eyebrows and eyes were gentle, "It's okay, just come over and say hello." ”

He glanced down at her feet, "Excuse me, get in our way." ”

Nangong Xizi's expression froze, and her legs moved to the side very woodenly.

Yu Huanxi smiled and waved his hand, "Bye-bye." ”

Fu Mo Nian took out a free hand to hold her hand and said in a low voice: "Although I am not familiar with her, I have a gut feeling that she is not a person to be messed with. ”

Yu Huanxi squinted slightly, "Listening to what you say, I'm going to be very provoked?" ”

"Uh......" Suddenly remembering Zhao Yu's fate, Fu Monian shuddered, "You are even more difficult to mess with." ”