Chapter 1863: Campus literary ugly girl counterattack road 28

Chen Pannan's transfer procedures were not completed.

Disappointed people, not only Chen Huaijin but also Feng Zeyang were very irritable, and even more moody in front of Chen Huaiyu.

Chen Xukun and his wife said all the good things, and they asked the relationship to change classes for Chen Huaijin, and reluctantly coaxed their son to return to school.

After this incident, they were completely disappointed with Chen Pannan. They only hated that when she was born, they didn't drown her directly or threw her on the mountain.

Song Xiangzhi couldn't figure out why she had never done anything bad in her life, how could she have run into such a former nemesis.

Whether they complain or hate, Shu Ange doesn't care.

They cursed and hated their daughter, who was long gone, and who returned to them was just an avenger in the identity of Chen Pannan.

The transfer student Zhao Xingyuan has become a hot topic in the school. He is comparable to the super high appearance of the stars. In less than three days, he changed the position of the school's grassroots.

On the post bar, someone praised Zhao Xingyuan with a series of adjectives.

What "cold noble son", "super-era national school grass", "campus new star", all kinds of exaggerated titles, throw money on Zhao Xingyuan's head like he doesn't want money.

It turns out that there are several different types of handsome guys in the school, with similar popularity, and there is no public opinion on the position of school grass.

Zhao Xingyuan is the only one who has been convinced by everyone.

It's a pity that the grass in the new school is cold and doesn't like interacting with people.

The only person who can make Zhao Xingyuan smile is Chen Pannan, the new **** of learning.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the school has started to turn on the air conditioner uniformly. When there are too many people, the air will be stuffy.

Singer Shu An supported his chin, and drew casually on the sketchbook with a pen, with thick black bangs covering half of his cheeks.

She hasn't changed her hairstyle yet, and the surrounding classmates still don't know the changes that have happened to her.

In fact, it is not difficult for a more careful person to see that Shu Ange's skin has become fairer, and his withered and yellow hair has become thick and dense.

But hair can be dyed, and skin tone can be changed with cosmetics.

In the impression of many people, Chen Pannan's academic performance has suddenly become better, and the person is a little better than before.

"Draw what?"

The saliva of the teacher on the stage was flying, Zhao Xingyuan bent his long legs and looked at the people around him intently.

The chemistry teacher on the podium saw this scene and continued to lecture with pursed lips.

The new transfer student had a good background, and he didn't want to offend him. Chen Pannan was his favorite student, and it was understandable to make an occasional errand.

Shu Ange opened the notepad and wrote a sentence on it with a pen.

[Human skeleton structure. 】

She moved her arm, and the sketchbook really had a clear picture of the human skeleton.

This is also in line with her character, Zhao Xingyuan smiled, picked up his pen, and replied on the note pad.

[The air in the classroom is a little stuffy, do you want to go out for a walk? 】

He is really a willful person, Shu Ange shook his head slightly, thought about it, picked up the pen and wrote another sentence on the paper.

[Play backgammon. 】

Zhao Xingyuan didn't object, Shu Ange opened a brand new sketchbook, drew a square with a blue ballpoint pen, and handed him a green pencil.

Compared with Go, Gobang is easy to play, and the time for each game is short, but if you are not careful, you will be tricked.

Shu Ange and Zhao Xingyuan are both smart people, and they abruptly played Gobang to the effect of Go.

A game went down until the bell rang, and there was no winner or loser, and the grid was almost full.

After class, the doors and windows were opened for ventilation, Shu Ange put down the pencil in his hand and stretched lazily.

"draw."

Zhao Xingyuan was infected by her lazy appearance and also had the urge to yawn.

In the corridor, Jiang Ying was carrying the small cake she had carefully prepared, her face blushing.

Lu Baoli took Chen Huaiyu's arm and encouraged Jiang Ying with a smile: "Come on Aying, take the first step bravely!"

"I'm so nervous."

Jiang Ying did not expect that the beautiful young man who had met at the beginning would become a new transfer student in the next class.

His more handsome appearance than before made her deeply addicted to it.

She fell in love with him like crazy, and would pass by the second class window every class just to take a look at Zhao Xingyuan.

With the encouragement of her best friend, Jiang Ying decided to confess to her dream lover.

"Don't be nervous, women chase men's interlayer yarn, I believe the other party can see your sincerity."

While Chen Huaiyu comforted Jiang Ying, her mood was a bit complicated.

She hates Chen Pannan and everything related to her, but she can't help but be jealous that she can make such a good friend.

Before Zhao Xingyuan appeared, Feng Zeyang was recognized as one of the school girls, and many girls secretly fell in love with him.

Chen Huaiyu enjoyed it very much, feeling envied by other girls, and prefer Feng Zeyang to treat her like a treasure and trample other girls like a mustard.

Now Zhao Xingyuan is the school grass, and his eyes can make countless girls scream.

With the encouragement of her friends, Jiang Ying walked to the second class excitedly carrying a small cake.

"Jiang Ying, why did you come to our class?"

Class 1 and Class 2 are both key classes. The students look up and see each other, and they all have familiar people.

"I'm here... for something."

Jiang Ying's face turned even redder, she put on a thin layer of lipstick on her lips, and put on fresh and natural **** makeup, showing the shyness of a girl.

After saying hello to someone she knew, Jiang Ying walked to Zhao Xingyuan's place.

She looked at Zhao Xingyuan shyly, completely ignoring Shu Ange, who was resting on the table next to him.

"Zhao Xingyuan, do you still remember me?"

"do not remember."

Zhao Xingyuan answered simply and neatly, he really didn't remember the girl in front of him.

Jiang Ying's ruddy face turned pale a little, and then continued to smile: "I'm Jiang Ying from the next class, I... This is the cake I made myself, I hope you can accept it."

She handed out the cake with both hands, and Zhao Xingyuan refused it simply: "I don't like cake, you can take it back."

Lu Baoli and Chen Huaiyu were outside the window. Seeing this scene, they observed a minute of silence for Jiang Ying.

"Then what do you like to eat?"

Jiang Ying bit her lip, she was about to cry when she saw her expression, but what did the stubborn Zhao Xingyuan like to eat.

"Sorry, I don't like talking to strangers."

Zhao Xingyuan exhausted his patience, turned his face aside, and stopped talking to Jiang Ying.

Shu Ange couldn't sleep because of the noise, straightened up and rubbed her eyes, Zhao Xingyuan handed her a tissue.

"thanks."

She was also unlucky. Jiang Ying's confession was rejected, and she felt uncomfortable.

Seeing Zhao Xingyuan handing a tissue to Shu Ange, he picked up the cake in his hand and screamed, and smashed it directly on her head.

Shu Ange hit the cake box back with a backhand, and the cake full of cream flew out of the box and smashed Jiang Ying all over.

"what!!!"

Jiang Ying looked at the cake on her body and screamed angrily: "You are too much!"

"Enough, Jiang Ying, why are you crazy. We all saw that you threw the cake on Chen Pannan first."

Pei Han said a fair word, and the monitor Yang Xinqi also stood up: "Student Jiang Ying, you are not welcome in our class."

"you--"

Jiang Ying was so angry that she couldn't say anything, so she ran out crying with a cake all over her body.

Depressed on duty, he held a broom and cleaned the traces of cake left on the ground.