Volume 4 Shattered Dream III Chapter 10

Only the college entrance examination is the only way to cross the class at present. And this group of students who have stepped into N University is equivalent to really seeing the shadow of a higher class.

"Won't you let me in?" Tian Jing was a little reluctant to let go, but he also knew that N Dali might have children sent by the Jinghua family, so he changed the topic again, "...... Have you taken your medicine? โ€

Xie Shuangchuan brushed the broken hair on his forehead a little impatiently, and then stretched out his elbow to support Tian Jing's chest and stepped out his right leg, and leaned his back towards the car door, put his two feet on Tian Jing's legs, and stopped talking.

When Tian Jing saw her like this, he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, and while picking up the shoes on the shoe rack next to her to help her put them on, he said in a low voice: "Only your uncle can say that you can take medicine." โ€

He very much hoped that Xie Shuangchuan would take the medicine obediently, because only Xie Shuangchuan who took the medicine was the real her.

But this guy always doesn't want to.

In fact, he also knows the reason.

She wants to hide in meeknessโ€”

He knows.

Until Xie Shuangchuan disappeared in front of the car with the suitcase in one hand, Tian Jing didn't see her say goodbye to herself, which made him helpless to roll his eyes-

This guy.

Through the eyes of parents, face recognition at the school gate, and countless ignorant or looking eyes, Xie Shuang simply pulled on the hat of his sweatshirt, looked at the crowds and luggage in the dormitory area, pushed the suitcase and turned around and went to the playground to report.

Although there were few people dragging luggage on the playground, after all, it was all reported freshmen, so Xie Shuang couldn't help but tighten the brim of his sweatshirt-

She hates noises.

To be precise, it's this body nasty.

According to the character design of this book, due to the explosion in the previous life, Xie Shuang's character in this life - one hates fire and the other hates noise.

At this moment, a sharp male voice passed through the countless noises and reached Xie Shuangxia's ears - "Do you know who this is? This is Jiang Shi, the third young master of the Jiang family! โ€

Xie Shuang raised his head instantly.

Although she never interfered in mundane affairs when she was in the divine realm, and according to the character design of this book, people have to bow their heads under the roof, and they still have to follow the system when they should go according to the system-

[System prompt: Please persuade the host gently, and when you anger Jiang, you will be beaten obediently.] ใ€‘

Xie Shuang lowered his head silently, and slowly walked over in the direction of the speaker.

Fortunately, the man's voice shouted loudly enough, and many people in the playground spontaneously formed a circle around the sound source, which made Xie Shuang find a little-

It's just that there are a little too many people around.

Xie Shuangchuan could clearly feel her headache, and the buzzing noise made her almost decide to give up meddling in this matter-

But this is really a good opportunity to brush up on the sense of presence.

"Trouble get out of the way."

Xie Shuang lowered her head and was cold, and her fingertips were slightly dizzy.

The sound really turned into a loud one, and soon the crowd spontaneously and subconsciously gave way to a way.

Xie Shuangchuan walked in, and quickly understood what was happening through the muttering of the people around him.

It was Jiang Shi who relied on his distinguished status to take the opportunity to bully some ordinary new classmates.

It stands to reason that if she doesn't care, Jiang Shi's ghost will just take advantage of his bullying to get worse, but ......

She's a god after all.

It's rare to be soft-hearted.

Although she never wanted to be this god.

"Get out of the way."

The voice was lowered, and Xie Shuangchuan stood behind the young man who was still shouting, and his tone was not hurried.