Jiang Ziqian is a useless girl, she looks average, at most she is a delicate and lovely person, she has no talent, she can only draw with a pen, grind and chirp to live to 17 years old, wait for 18 to receive a gift, and then in such a plain New Year, receive a few red envelopes, and then listen to her mother's nagging about her grades, and fall in love in the entrance examination for a university that can be seen.

In the end, he lived a dull life.

But things always go the other way.

Jiang Ziqian sighed, quietly found a small corner, and silently looked at the people in front of her.

Now Jiang Ziqian is in a room, the room is not big, about the same size as the classroom, about a dozen square meters, there are about thirty or forty people standing in the empty classroom, there are men and women, old and young, people of different ages, and a few people who are not Chinese.

Not long ago, the people who appeared in this room with a confused face quarreled over some trivial matter, and they were about to do it.

- A boy's voice interjected clearly.

"Don't do it!"

A few people looked over.

Jiang Ziqian also looked over.

It's a boy about the same age as her, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and it's a school grass level boy.

Jiang Ziqian commented silently.

The boy looked at a few people in front of him, his voice was not loud or small, and everyone in the room could hear it, he said, "We appeared here inexplicably, there must be a reason, now we are all people in the same boat, naturally we want to help each other, people outside see us fighting, I don't know if they will laugh, watching us kill each other." ”

There were still two people standing behind the boy, and Jiang Ziqian looked at the boy in the gray sweatshirt to the left of the boy.

If Jiang Ziqian is as colorless as the dog's tail grass on the side of the road, then Jiang Shen is her antonym.

Good looks, high IQ.

You can be a model with a height and a face, and you get into the best high school, and you win awards and various certificates every year.

Standing in the center of the stage and looking down at the people who exist like people.

That glittering person is Jiang Shen.

It's like the "child next door" in the mouth of the parents.

The best child in Jiang's mother's family, and at the same time, it is also a role model for everyone to learn.

Jiang Ziqian pursed her lips.

Coincidentally, this boy with a golden light was her own brother.

Jiang Shen didn't see Jiang Ziqian, and Jiang Ziqian wouldn't run over to call her.

Jiang Ziqian shrunk her legs and hid herself in the shadow in the corner to prevent people from seeing.

The beautiful young man next to Jiang Shen turned his head and glanced lightly in her direction, and then turned his head indifferently.

Just now, the shocking glance scared Jiang Ziqian and almost fell out of the corner.

That pretty teenager is really pretty.

It's not the beauty of a girl, it's the feeling of an ink painting, a faint, upper-stream feeling of a clear spring stone.

The young man had delicate facial features, he looked at the few people in front of him, and from Jiang Ziqian's angle, he could just see his long eyelashes and inky pupils.

Jiang Ziqian stared at him jealously.

The young man has black hair, set off his already white skin, and he should be wearing a school uniform, Jiang Ziqian has seen the school uniform of Jiang Shen's school, and the three of them should be in the same class.

Jiang Shen's school is one of the top ten schools in China, the school uniform is black and white, and the teenager has one hand in his pocket and the other hand to straighten his neckline.

Jiang Ziqian saw his collarbone.

The slim side is delicate and stylish.