"Quiet!" The woman in high heels placed the book in her hand on the table and looked at the messy class, she frowned. After the class was quiet, she beckoned to the people outside the door, "Classmate, come in." “

A teenager in a school uniform walked up to the podium. The young man has bright eyebrows and a handsome face. He carried his bag on one shoulder and put his right hand in his pocket. The girls in the audience began to whisper.

"The new classmate is so handsome!"

"Yes, he is as handsome as Nan Qianchen."

"What's the matter, it's clear that Nan Qianchen is more handsome!"

"The new classmate is the most handsome!"

"Nan Qianchen is the most handsome!"

Zhu Jiumo listened speechlessly to the quarrel between the two girls at the front table, and she patted her head in annoyance. For some reason, she always felt weird. It was the first time she had seen this young man, but she always felt that this young man was very familiar. But no matter what she thought, she just didn't know where this familiarity came from. Like, she didn't know where her inexplicable trust in Nan Qianchen came from.

Perhaps, some things are already predestined in the dark.

After seeing the person behind him, Nan Qianchen frowned, his expression was cold, and he changed the appearance of a hippie smile when he got along with Zhu Jiumo. He stared at the young man standing on the podium, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Jiumo." Nan Qianchen gently tugged at the sleeve of Zhu Jiumo's school uniform, and Zhu Jiumo lowered his head, "What's wrong?" “

"Remember what I said, and when that person introduces himself, you don't make any faces. You just have to be expressionless from start to finish. Nan Qianchen lowered his voice and whispered to Zhu Jiumo.

Feng Yiran on the stage glanced around the class, and after he found the figure of the person he was thinking about day and night, he was extremely excited in his heart. But after seeing the young man on the side, he was shocked, but he quickly understood something......

Nan Qianchen, I can meet you everywhere.

"But......" Zhu Jiumo looked at Nan Qianchen in confusion, but after she saw Nan Qianchen's serious expression, the words she wanted to say instantly swallowed back into her stomach, "Okay." “

Zhu Jiumo didn't know why, the first time she saw Nan Qianchen, she had a feeling that they had known each other for a long time, and even trusted him very much. This is one of the reasons why they have a very good relationship.

"I know that our family Momo is the most obedient." Nan Qianchen laughed again, but Zhu Jiumo was not looking at him, but his face turned red. She muttered, "I'm not from your family." “

Zhu Jiumo, like other girls, also likes Nan Qianchen. But in her eyes, it's just a simple love between friends. But many years later, she found that this simple liking had long since changed.

Feng Yiran had a faint displeasure in his heart. He looked at Zhu Jiumo, who was whispering to Nan Qianchen below, with a deep gaze. He then moved his gaze to Nan Qianchen on the side, and Nan Qianchen also raised his head to look directly at Feng Yiran. Looking at each other, Nan Qianchen took the lead in removing his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, making it impossible to see his true thoughts. The corners of his mouth deliberately raised an arc. Feng Yiran, even if he covered up his emotions well, couldn't help but turn pale. In his opinion, Nan Qianchen's smile was definitely provoking him.

"Classmate, let's introduce yourself." The voice of the head teacher Zhu Teacher sounded, and the whispering students in the audience quieted down. Zhu Jiumo followed what Nan Qianchen said, looking at the blackboard with a cold face.

That's right, it's looking at the blackboard. Because just now, after Nan Qianchen finished muttering to her, she quietly told her to stop looking at her classmates and look at the blackboard for a while.

Feng Yiran spoke lightly, his voice was cold, "Hello everyone, my name is Feng Yiran." It's a pleasure to be classmates with all of you. “

The audience burst into applause welcoming the new students, and most of the girls were applauding enthusiastically, except for ......

Zhu Jiumo and Mu Xiaoying.

One of the two of them listens to the words of the same table and ignores people, and the other is lazy and cares about people.

Teacher Zhu looked around the class, "Student Feng, there are only two vacant seats in the class now, one is the position next to Student A, and the other is the position next to Student Mu Xiaoying." “

"Teacher, let the new student sit with me." Xiao A got up, and Zhu Jiumo's soft voice gave him goosebumps. "I'm the vice class president, and I'm supposed to take care of my new classmates."

Feng Yiran just glanced at her, and then looked behind Nan Qianchen. "Nope. Teacher, I want to sit next to that classmate. As he spoke, he pointed to the seat next to Mu Xiaoying.

"Okay, then classmate Mu will take care of the new classmates more."

Mu Xiaoying nodded, got up and sat inside. Zhu Jiumo knew that Mu Xiaoying just didn't want to be disturbed. Mu Xiaoying sat behind Nan Qianchen, and Feng Yiran sat behind Zhu Jiumo, as long as he raised his head slightly, he could see Zhu Jiumo's back.

"Alright, students, take out the math books and let's start class." Teacher Zhu opened the book and started the long talk mode.

The bell rang appropriately, and the teacher closed the book, "That's all for today's class, class is over!"

After Teacher Zhu walked out of the class, Nan Qianchen gently patted Zhu Jiumo, who was lying on the table behind the standing book, she faced Nan Qianchen and fell asleep. "Don't sleep, class is over." Zhu Jiumo opened her eyes in a daze and found that Nan Qianchen was looking at her with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Jiumo got up and rubbed his eyes, "Class?" “

"Hmm." Nan Qianchen nodded lightly, he saw that Zhu Jiumo's hair was messy, so he casually helped her smooth a strand of hair behind her ear. Feng Yiran saw it and didn't say a word, but his hand that was holding the pen tightly had already revealed his thoughts. Mu Xiaoying just glanced at Feng Yiran quietly, and then the stool leaned back and leaned against the table behind her. She put her left leg on her right leg and swayed it gently from side to side. "It's good to get used to it."

Be accustomed to something? Feng Yiran frowned, he put down his pen and walked out of the class.

Behind him, Nan Qianchen showed a smug smile. Feng Yiran, my experience in my previous life is your experience in this life.

The tribulation of the three people's lives in this life has officially begun.

(Don't blame the same name, thank you)