Then, before she could see any reaction on Qi Ziyan's face, Teacher Bai on the podium took the lead in speaking.

"Okay, I have five minutes for you to tidy up your things, so as not to affect other students' classes."

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and on the surface it seemed like nothing, and his voice was no different from his usual calm appearance, perhaps for people who didn't know him.

However, Jiao Yang saw a tide of emotions churning in his dark pupils under his transparent lenses.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she sneered at him silently with eyes that only the two of them could understand.

They were meant to be over. It was he who had to be like this, and he kept telling her why she was obeying him.

At that moment, Bai Mingjue's face became even more ugly.

"What's going on, Teacher Bai never cared about the boss's affairs before"

Several girls began to argue: "Could it be that a new transfer student has arrived, so you want to establish your prestige in the first class?" ”

Jiaoyang retracted her gaze with a smile, sorted out her things, lost the mood to do something else, and continued to take out her mobile phone as if no one was around, and began to watch videos.

In such a class, it seems that you have to spend an ordinary time in watching small videos and taking notes while listening carefully at the same table.

When Jiaoyang was playing with her mobile phone, she glanced to the side with a rare desertion, and watched the new tablemate write down dense notes in his notebook, and raised his eyebrows.

It is said that people start from birth, and the starting point is different. Some people have been standing at the end of ordinary people's struggle for a lifetime since they were born.

Not to mention them.

Jiaoyang became more and more distracted and glanced at the young man beside him, observing the outfit on his body.

Limited edition seven-figure watch, seven-figure shoes. The clothes can't see the style, they should be custom-made.

didn't look like a flower butterfly like Lu Ran all day long, Sao Bao changed all kinds of hairstyles, and the hair color changed every Monday.

There are no signs of perming and dyeing, the hair is very soft and fluffy, and it is up to the ears, but it can also be seen that it has been carefully trimmed by a good barber.

Fair skin, serious eyes, a tall nose, and thin lips as pink as cherries.

Jiaoyang simply supported her head with her hand and looked at it seriously.

There is also a hand that is holding the pen barrel, and at first glance it belongs to the hand of the noble son who does not touch the spring water. The ten fingers are slender and perfect, and the ten fingers are also clean.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a family environment where you need to struggle on your own. So why work so hard? Isn't the reason why parents have worked so hard to make their children happy in time?

Jiaoyang didn't understand. For her, the mountains of gold and silver inherited by her parents are used to squander, not to carry them on, but to become a burden that crushes generations of children and grandchildren.

Everybody is going to die. And it's not sure when you're going to die, it's possible every moment. In that case, why can't we seize the uncertain time in the happiness that can be determined?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look down and see the newly made manicure on her hand a few days ago.

Jiaoyang's eyes flashed, and her mind jumped to think that when she just made a perfect nail a few days ago, she was praised and praised by her brother.

Lu Xishuo told her: "The newly made nails are beautiful. ”

She remembered that she was a little smug at the time.

After all, for a straight man, it can be said that he is a great success if he can discover the subtle changes in the opposite sex around him.

But now she thinks that even if she doesn't paint anything on her ten fingers, and she doesn't need to be decorated with various rings, it seems to look good.

But will my brother like her like this?

Jiaoyang thought again: What's the matter, why should she think about what her brother thinks.

Just when Jiaoyang was looking at the new tablemate in a daze on the surface, and actually thinking about what style of dress to appear in the next day, as well as what to eat and play at night, she was called up by Teacher Bai to answer the question for the first time.

"Sheng Jiaoyang, you can answer what you should choose."

It is a multiple-choice question in physics, about an elastic collision between a neutron and a nucleus, and the nucleus is at rest before the collision, and the ratio of the velocity of the neutron before and after the collision is found. There are four options: A, B, C, and D.

This is the simplest basic question.

But it is impossible for students to answer questions that they have not heard in a single class.

Jiao Yang turned her gaze to the question on the screen, and then turned her gaze to Bai Mingjue.

But he didn't stand up, and he didn't say anything.

"Can't you answer such a simple question?" Bai Mingjue twisted his eyebrows and continued, the reflection under the lenses made his face more and more cold and ruthless.

"Didn't you take the third place in the last midterm exam? How can you not even answer such a question. ”

Jiao Yang still looked at him expressionlessly and didn't speak.

There was silence all around.

I don't know why, they seem to feel that they understand that the teacher and Jiaoyang have gradually run in over the years, and they are no longer incompatible. But today, Teacher Bai seems to be particularly aimed at Jiaoyang.

It's okay for him to stump Jiaoyang with a difficult question, and to ask her with such a basic question is to tell everyone that he knows that Jiaoyang's midterm results are fake.

Bai Mingjue continued: "Your basic score has fallen too far, come to my office after class." ”

Luo Xiaorou's group of people in the back are in a hurry: they also want to help the boss, but they are also scumbags, so they can't help!

The corners of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched, and when she was about to say something, a young man's whisper came from her ears.

"Pick B."

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment and didn't look at him.

Qi Ziyan thought she hadn't heard clearly, but this time her voice was slightly amplified and said again: "Choose B." ”

The corners of her mouth curved, she stood up, and replied to him loudly: "Pick B." ”

Bai Mingjue stared at her tightly for a while, then withdrew his gaze, looked down at the textbook, and said nothing more.

Jiao Yang bent the corners of her mouth, and she had already sat down.

The back row was full of joy, who made that Teacher Bai look like a public and selfless person, but in fact he was narrow-minded and deliberately declared a personal vendetta, wanting to make a fool of their boss in front of so many people?

It's okay now, it's him who was slapped in the face!

Luo Xiaorou dragged the chair over, and she whispered: "Boss, I can't see it, you still secretly learned it behind your back." ”

Jiaoyang smiled and didn't speak, just glanced at Qi Ziyan beside him lightly.

The boy lowered his head, as if he was still taking notes carefully, and the notes were meticulously written, without the slightest attention to her.

However, this time, Jiaoyang, who observed more carefully, obviously found that the pen in his hand trembled slightly from time to time betrayed him.

So the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

There were a few seats next to him, and Lu Ran, who had seen everything through, snorted unceremoniously and clasped his hands to his chest: "What is there to be proud of, she didn't make it herself." I used to rely on me, but now I rely on the newcomer, anyway, without anyone else, she is nothing by herself. ”

"What do you say?"

Without Jiaoyang's order, Luo Xiaorou and a group of girls have already begun to talk to her, and their tongues are fighting.

Jiao Yang looked at the school badge hanging on the boy next to him with no expression on his face.

What did he just say his name was?

The gaze catches the name on it.

- Qi Ziyan.

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows, thought for a while in her eyes, and did not speak.