The class bell rings.

Yu Fanle turned back secretly.

Sitting diagonally behind him was Ning Chen.

Yu Fanle has no good feelings or bad feelings towards Ning Chen, the rich second generation, and there is no plot to stammer.

Anyway, this Ning Chen is also Yu Fanle's classmate, and he is a classmate.

If such a student wants to celebrate his birthday, he should give a gift - even if it is just for the insignificant interpersonal contact. However, to give a gift to Fu Er, this is really a headache for an ordinary child.

It's cheap, not to mention that it's not face-saving, and I feel too perfunctory in my heart. It's expensive, people are rich two, they don't care at all, maybe you think it's expensive, in the eyes of rich two, well, it's really cheap.

After thinking about it, Yu Fanle didn't come up with what to send.

In the end, he couldn't do anything, he painted a landscape painting by himself, rolled it up, and secretly stuffed it into Ning Chen's desk-only to find that Ning Chen's desk was basically stuffed, although most of them were chocolate and other foods, but these small things, how expensive they looked, made Yu Fanle envious for a while.

There is no jealousy.

Because Ning Chen is too cold, he doesn't have too many expressions all day long. When this person speaks, he is also cold, although he is not as cold as his face, and he does not have the feeling of looking at people with his nostrils, but it also makes people feel alienated. It's as if they don't belong to the same world.

Even if the girl gives him chocolates, with a love letter or something, he probably doesn't feel anything, only seems polite but is actually alienated, saying something similar to sorry, or in a good mood, and sending a good person card?

This person's appearance is considered to be middle-upper, except for the eyes are bright, the skin is slightly white, and the hair is thick and black.

If you spend a little more time with this person, you will notice that this person is different from others, and as for what is different, it is just indifference and detachment? or something else?

To paraphrase the most common words of the girls in this class, Ning Chen, cold and mysterious. - As for his mystery, you go and ask these girls, and make sure that none of them can say anything.

Maybe this is the so-called temperament??

Coldness and arrogance, politeness and detachment, seemingly ordinary but mysterious, all this makes Ning Chen a person with an indescribable attraction - almost subtle. From various points of view, most of the girls in the class who have a good impression of Ning Chen treat Ning Chen as some kind of idol, not a certain man.

It's unspeakably envious, but it's impossible to be jealous.

Ning Chen's classes are mostly different from others, and he is absent from class for three days. Even if he came, although he was sitting there quietly, he was still taking care of his own business below. The teacher in the class has no complaints, as long as the grades are top-notch, anyone can live as chic as Ning Fuer, Jin Yue's school rules are Sensen's love for Xueba.

And Ning Fuer doesn't like to bring a bag, and at most he brings a notebook pen to class, even if he is alive.

Rich, good people, not to mention temperament, still a scholar, or a genius-level scholar - Yu Fanle expressed Sensen's powerlessness in this regard.

What he is probably most afraid of is that he is not listening to class at all, and he usually can't see that he is studying hard, and when the exam comes, his grades will be in the top five of the grade.

Let him be so hard to work hard to be a man.

Learning things is tm to learn from dogs, okay, people are called learning. TM hasn't learned much yet, just diao, duang, duang, Ning Fuer, are you made in your family? It's really my effort that can't compare to Ning Fuer's light glance...... Yu Fanle complained silently in his mind.

According to the words of some girls in the class, this girl just doesn't complain about the death star, and if she changes it to Ning Chen, she is a chatterbox.

The chattering classmates turned back again and again to peek at Ning Fuer, the teacher in the class was unbearable and aunty, and a chalk head smashed on Yu Fanle's head with a snap of his fingers. The chalk ash instantly confused Yu Fanle's eyes, and he even sneezed involuntarily.

"Yu Fanle, do you have a problem with your neck? The blackboard is in the front, not in the back. The middle-aged female teacher said angrily.

Yu Fanle quickly reacted from the chalk ash, immediately adjusted his sitting posture, and looked at the textbook in his hand with a very serious expression. It's not that he doesn't want to look at the blackboard, but when he looks at the blackboard, he has to face the female teacher with a hideous face...... Belch...... Such...... Forget it. He was timid.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and then there was silence.

Yu Fanle's usual performance is quite well-behaved, (to put it bluntly, he is timid and afraid) The female teacher just said a few words and let him go and continued to class.

As for Ning Chen, who caused the incident, he was bored tidying up his desk.

He didn't come to this class in his last life.

If he followed the trajectory of his previous life, he would have spent a day sitting in the dormitory - today should be a day of his inner strength, and then he would go out for a big meal.

It's a pity that he has been too disconnected from history.

So he was a little bored today, so he came to class.

Then he saw the cramped desks - I didn't know if I thought they were garbage cans, but they were all gifts.

For a moment, Ning Chen was a little speechless.

In his previous life, he experienced this a lot, and only later did he learn to be obedient.

On a birthday, either no one is there, and if you can't avoid it, you'll treat the whole class to a meal -- at least so that you don't feel so embarrassed when you receive a gift. As for the birthdays of other classmates, his father's subordinates will naturally help him take care of it. Send things, all of them are clean flavor view 1,000 yuan dining family voucher rolls, limited to three people. Although it is not as good as the spending of some local tyrants, it also makes the students in the class flock to it.

Ning Chen didn't tell his classmates that this store was opened by his own family, saying that it was 1,000 yuan, but in fact, it was the full cost price.

Rubbing his temples, Ning Chen looked at the messy desk drawer and shook his head. He probably really shouldn't have come.

But fortunately, most of the classmates here are promoted from Jin Yue's elementary school and high school, and most of them are old faces, so it is estimated that there will be no trouble such as love letters.

In a sense, he Ningchen can be regarded as a stallion.

It's just that this stallion didn't start planting until he was eighteen years old and could lock his qi and blood. It's not that I haven't thought about it before, but it's a pity that the charm of national art is a little greater.

So much so that he never talks about feelings, most of them are one-night stands, or several night stands, and some even simply buy spring.

Although I don't go to bed much, I do it at least once or twice a month. Before it became a nuance, it was like this almost every year. Those women, whether they were caught or simply spent money, none of them were poor in appearance and figure, and Young Master Ning's requirements were quite high in some aspects.

Even if it's just a one-night stand, even if it's just buying spring, Ning Chen didn't grieve those women who were all good-looking, and the thickness of the shots was sufficient.

And whoever it is, all wear condoms. Young Master Ning didn't want to stage some bloody romance drama one day. With his ability, whoever wants to do something small at eight o'clock under his nose is a fantasy.

Later, Ning Chen lost interest in going to bed. With good eyesight, smell, and senses, no matter how beautiful a woman is, Ning Chen feels that it is just a ball of flesh and blood. It's not a description, it's a fact.

Although the usual sensual acuity can't be compared with when he uses martial arts, it is still a lot beyond ordinary people.

This section alone is enough to make any adult male more and more picky.

Body odor, the smell of cosmetics, the smell of hair, the smell of secretions during estrus...... Not to mention anything else, just the sense of smell, just this smell is enough to make any man give up a beauty who looks like a fairy.

It's like instantly making the smell of stinky tofu ten times and a hundred times more stinky, and it can be directly used as a chemical weapon, and any normal person can't endure it for a long time.

Not to mention sight, touch, and hearing...... As a result, a fairy-level beauty and a beauty with her own body fragrance have all become flower-level women under this supernormal sense.

It is said that the only thing Ning Chen could see at that time was probably only Yu Yichun, who was also a master of national arts.

However, that woman was more than ten years older than Ning Chen, and Ning Chen had no thoughts about her at all, even if all aspects of her became beyond ordinary perfection under the training of the national arts. Even under the senses of Ning Chen's superhuman beings, he was still perfectly round.

Then again, if Ning Chen's pursuit was just to enjoy a woman, then from the day he was born, he had already succeeded.

It's a pity that what he wants, not these, far from it.

Waiting for the half-step Jin Gang, Ning Chen's longing and dreams strangely overlapped with the target he was pursuing, and began his quest towards the supreme road.

And then...... And he hung up.

Now Ningchen, the heart of the Tao has been determined, all the threads are extinguished, the heart is like a mirror lake in the Tianshan Mountains, reflecting the mountains and the moon and shooting the sea of stars, it is difficult to cause a trace of waves.

Even the only person who has ever touched his heart in his previous life has become a drop of water in the lake, and there is no trace of it.

If it weren't for his father, Ning Chen would have disappeared without a trace.

Not here at all, speechless at a messed up drawer.