Wake up is:

Sixteen minutes after seven o'clock in the morning.

Fumbling out the phone from the side of the pillow,

Lu Mingfei pressed the bright screen button.

Inside the screen is a minimalist wallpaper.

On the windowsill under the white light

A girl standing with a violin,

The girl was dressed in a small white dress, which was supposed to be summer, the sleeves of the dress covered half of the upper arms, and the skin of her arms was white and yellow, which belonged to Asians.

Her fingers are thin and white, and her knuckles are distinct,

He is holding a white violin in his right hand, and his left hand is playing a violin.

Lu Mingfei looked at the girl's right side,

It says the time:

Seven seventeen.

He exhaled for a long time.

The brain goes blank,

It's empty inside,

He realized that he had dreamed, but he had forgotten what it was.

。。。。。。

Today, Lu Mingfei still lives a monotonous life of two points and one line.

It was still around seven twenty and he woke up from his bed.

Having nothing to do, he arrived at Shilan High School, and he sat down in his seat.

Chen Wenwen arrived at the class early and began to memorize the texts.

As a tablemate, Chen Wenwen's efforts are in stark contrast to Lu Mingfei's laziness.

However, today's table mate actually took the initiative to chat with him.

"Mingfei, good morning.

Did you pass the interview at the Kassel Academy that day? ”

Lu Mingfei listened to her small mosquito-like buzzing voice, scratched his head, and said:

"It's about the same as you."

"Well, it seems that everyone has been eliminated." Chen Wenwen said.

After speaking, she pursed her lips and stopped talking, as if she was waiting for Lu Mingfei to speak.

But Ming Fei obviously has no such intentions.

So, after waiting for a while, Chen Wenwen picked up the English textbook and read it.

“special，however，pitiful……”

The classroom is almost full of voices like this,

Lu Mingfei listened to this voice and fell asleep on the table.

"It's class time, students..."

Listening to such a class bell, Lu Mingfei opened his squinted eyes, and he saw the head teacher and the math teacher enter the classroom at the same time.

"Students, there is another classmate who has joined our big family today, she is, Chen Motong.

Let's welcome her. ”

The head teacher's words shocked Ming Fei's body.

Chen what, what ink pupils?

Lu Ming looked at the door incredulously.

Da Da is the sound of a girl's shoes stepping on the floor.

Lu Mingfei saw it, she Chen Motong.

Today, she is wearing a light green strap dress, her hair is combed into two braids and stopped on her chest, one left and one right, different from the heat of that day, today's Nono is a little fresh.

"Wow~"

"Oh~"

There was an exclamation in the classroom, and Chen Motong walked up to the podium and introduced himself to everyone very Versailles.

"My name is Chen Motong.

Chinese

Living in beautiful Chicago,

is a member of the Kassel family,

I usually like to drive luxury cars, and occasionally drive Ferraris. But the Ferrari is not easy to drive

Of course, I can also drive a yacht, but I don't usually use this skill. ”

With that, she straightened up and walked off the stage with steps like a model.

Walking to the second row of the classroom, Lu Mingfei playfully blinked his right eye at Lu Mingfei, who was still stunned, and sat proudly in the last row.

Lu Mingfei followed her figure and looked back, the table was a separate one, and it was close to the window.

Then he turned his head back.

"What's that pretty girl's name?"

"Chen Motong?"

"Chen Motong."

Soon there was a "strife" in the class.

In front of Lu Mingfei's seat, that is, in the second row of the classroom, a male student said.

"That pretty girl seemed to wink at me."

His good table mate is straightforward.

"Obviously against me."

"No, it's me, it's not you."

Lu Mingfei listened to the two people arguing quietly in the back.

He secretly looked back obliquely, and when he glanced at it, he found that Chen Motong was staring at him in the last row.

Stunned, he quickly straightened his head and stopped squinting.

What is this woman doing here?

Lu Mingfei is the second monk, and he is confused.

At this moment, a man behind him whispered.

"These classmates are really peacocks who are self-inflicted.

Hum~

That pretty chick was obviously throwing a wink at me. ”

Poof~ Lu Mingfei almost didn't laugh when he heard this, but fortunately he held back.

"Haha~"

A mosquito-like buzzing laughter came from the side,

Lu Mingfei followed the voice and saw that Chen Wenwen laughed.

The two looked at each other, and they both held back a smile on their faces.

Taking a breath, Lu Mingfei returned to normal, sat on the table, and did nothing.

The homeroom teacher had calmed down the heightened sentiment, and the math teacher was standing on the podium.

Suddenly, he felt his left sleeve be pulled, his head turned away, and he saw one hand tugging at his sleeve.

It was Chen Wenwen's hand.

looked at Chen Wenwen suspiciously.

Lu Mingfei heard Chen Wenwen say:

"That pretty girl is here for you, and when she came over, I saw her wink at you.

Who is she? ”

She, yes, who?

Lu Mingfei pursed his mouth, his eyes moved back and forth from side to side, and his face was eager to defend and wanted to hide it.

"Well, I don't know her." Lu Mingfei lied.

"Really?"

"Well, I've met once." Lu Mingfei admitted.

"Oh, and then." Chen Wenwen asked.

"No more."

"Then how did she find her?"

"I don't know."

"You're suspicious. There's definitely a story in there. ”

"I think you should study hard.

There are some things that I will talk about after class. ”

"Okay~ But after class, you must not slip away."

After the bell rang for the end of class,

Chen Wenwen conducted a special inquiry to Lu Mingfei.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei was strictly guarded, so he didn't say anything.

However, the story has only just begun.

Chen Motong's arrival set off a huge wave among the boys and girls in the class.

Just like Chen Wenwen came to this class in her first year of high school.

Now, a new star who is even more dazzling than Chen Wenwen is making her debut.

Today, the first class in the morning,

Xu Yanyan had a lot of affection for Chen Motong at the first sight of her.

However, at first, he was still stubbornly resisting. He thought of Chen Wenwen, who was the president of our literary club!

Deciding that he couldn't betray Chen Wenwen, he cried out in his heart.

However, after the first class in the morning,

Chen Motong, who was surrounded by a faint scented herb perfume, passed by him, and the two glanced at each other for some reason.

The girl's playful smile, shining bright eyes, made him completely fall.

Xu Yanyan couldn't help but be moved.

His heart forgot about Chen Wenwen, and now only Chen Motong is left in it.

He betrayed the Literary Society.

Xu Yanyan was very helpless to tell his good brother Xu Miaomiao about his situation.

"Hmph, you betrayed the president of our literary club, President Chen.

I, Xu Miaomiao, didn't feel this way.

Lead the way ahead, I want to see what Chen Motong is capable of. ”

thereupon

Xu Miaomiao looked at the model-like girl from a distance across rows of seats.

I'm tall and in good shape, and most importantly, all the places that should seduce me are seducing me.

Xu Miaomiao looked at the girl.

The girl was looking out the window.

There is something to see outside the window, Xu Miaomiao also took a look.

At this moment, the girl withdrew her gaze and stared directly at him.

His eyes were like torches, burning his body.

CHEN Wenwen, CHEN Wenwen,

My heart is as iron as iron, and I am indestructible.

Xu Miaomiao shouted in his heart, and he unconsciously resisted Chen Motong's charming eyes.

However, Chen Motong got up, clicked, and walked in front of him.

She stretched out her hand and said kindly, "Hello, my name is Chen Motong."

What's your name, please? ”

Boom, Xu Miaomiao forgot his shout at that moment,

Chen Motong's generous smile was friendly and quiet.

When the hand was outstretched, he unconsciously shook it.

Electrocuted.

Xu Miaomiao, he forgot everything at this moment.

All that remains of his heart is

Chen Motong, Chen Motong's hand, the feeling of electric shock.

Perhaps born abroad, unlike the natural isolation and reserve of domestic girls, foreign girls are full of smiling faces, her enthusiasm, her unrestrainedness, her liveliness, her cheerfulness...

Xu Miaomiao fell, completely fell.