Ji Xun gave her a special look when he passed by the Sultan's seat, well! It was indeed pretty, like a white feather, he thought to himself.

He is outstanding in appearance and never lacks any form of pick-up. If it's just a girl who looks average or okay says that, he'll think it's trying to get his attention.

The Sultan didn't look at Ji Xun until Ji Xun left her seat for a while, and she felt that she shouldn't run into it again when she went out now, so she picked up the schoolbag hanging on the desk and got up to leave. Perhaps, none of them recognized her, the Sultan guessed. That's fine, the Sultan thought to himself. Even if she has some blame in her heart, in the end, the most strange thing about her has never been herself.

Her dormitory is on the third floor, and in order to give them the best learning environment, the school specially changed the four-person dormitory to a two-person dormitory. Of course, only their class has this treatment, there is no way, the experimental class was notified to various schools as early as a year ago. As long as you get into the top 60, you have the best resources and a chance to get into a prestigious university with one foot. Everyone crossed the sea with eight immortals, each showing their magical powers.

As soon as he stepped up the stairs, the Sultan heard someone calling out to him. Turning around, Mo Ziqi, his tablemate, was walking briskly towards him with a bag of snacks in his hand.

"Together, we're in a dormitory. Isn't it fateful? Sit together and live together. Without waiting for the Sultan to answer, he quickly took out a packet of the smallest potato chips from the bag, tore them open and stuffed them into the Sultan's arms. I took out another pack of the same, tore it cleanly and ate it directly.

The Sultan was a little stunned by her actions. In high school, except for Wu Qing, I don't seem to have been so close to anyone, this is a self-acquainted girl. She took a piece of potato chip and put it in her mouth, and there was a crunch sound.

I heard Mo Ziqi say again: "The bus in the morning was late, so I was almost late." I was going to come to the school gate for breakfast, but I ended up hungry. After so long, I almost starved to death. I haven't made a big show in my new class yet, and I don't want to die before I can learn from it. ”

As if sensing that he was talking all along, he asked, "Why don't you speak?" Which school do you from? ”

The Sultan was originally a little depressed, but after meeting Mo Ziqi, he felt that he seemed to be relieved a lot, and when he heard her ask, the Sultan replied: "I am An Huai No. 1 Middle School." ”

"An Huai No. 1 Middle School? Haven't heard of it. I'm right here, about five kilometers from here. Originally, you didn't need to live on campus, but the school recommended living on campus. I also felt that it was too much trouble to run back and forth, and it just so happened that my parents also felt that it was too late to come home at night and it was not safe. It's the first time I've lived at the school, and I don't know if the school meals are really the same as the legend. If it doesn't taste good, it's terrible. Listening to Mo Ziqi's babbling, the Sultan couldn't help but show a smile on his face, this is a small chatter.

Back in the dormitory, the two began to clean. After a lot of work, I finally settled down. Although it was September, the weather was still very hot, and both of them were sweating, so they had to take a shower. The Sultan's hair was already half of his back, slightly chestnut-colored, and he was half-dried with a dry towel and then a hair dryer, and the hair on both sides was tucked behind his ears.

After cleaning up, both of them were hungry and walked in the direction of the cafeteria together. The way there was full of students, and Sultan and Mo Ziqi went all the way, and the return rate was extremely high. Mo Ziqi is also very beautiful, but with the Sultan, it looks a little ordinary.

The frequent return rate made Mo Ziqi feel very uncomfortable, and couldn't help joking with the Sultan: "I have a hunch!" ”

"What hunch?" Are you still a witch?

Mo Ziqi gestured to the Sultan to look at those who turned back: "You will become the newly promoted school flower of our school." ”

The Sultan looked at the gazes that were cast at him, and said to Mo Ziqi: "After a while, they will get used to seeing it, and it won't be like it is now." If you watch it for a long time, you won't feel how good it looks. ”

Mo Ziqi listened to the Sultan's words and couldn't help but look at her again. Simple five-point white slacks, revealing snow-white slender calves. Light blue crewneck T-shirt with a slender neck. With chestnut-colored long hair, big eyes that are a little deep and half-covered by long curly eyelashes, a very straight nose, and thin lips on a graceful chin that are slightly pursed, it is rare that the Sultan's facial features are a bit like a half-breed. Mo Ziqi thought she was very beautiful, and for the same sex, she felt that she liked her from the first time she saw her. This feeling comes from a girl's intuition, there is no reason, but it is extremely real.

During the meal, Mo Ziqi obviously felt that the circle centered on himself and the Sultan was relatively quiet. You know, places like cafeterias have always been noisy. Mo Ziqi felt that he was about to have indigestion, and the whole eating process was watched by a circle of people, and this circle was still expanding, this feeling was really uncomfortable. Although none of these eyes are looking at her.

On the contrary, the Sultan seemed to be unaware, and the rumor of eating started to rise, and at the end he said to Mo Ziqi: "This tamales are well done." "I guess people are used to it, Mo Ziqi thought.