Chapter 599: School bully, you are so cold (1)
[Di - is about to enter a special plane. 】
The voice of the system sounded in his mind, and Feng Qian's consciousness was still a little confused. In the future, he had no time to think about what the special plane said by the system meant, and he was transferred to a new plane.
Feng Qian opened his eyes.
She was in a classroom, and there was a handsome boy standing on the aisle. The boy was wearing a clean and fresh school uniform and holding a stack of workbooks.
The boy walked to Feng Qian and tapped his fingertips on the table, "Classmate, hand in your homework."
The boy's voice is nice, and the tone that makes people hand in homework is also very polite.
Feng Qian was stunned for a moment. She was about to hand in her homework as soon as she arrived. She was also a little confused, not to mention that she hadn't received the memory of the original owner yet.
The girl's dark eyes were a little confused, and the heavy bangs blocked her sight, making the girl's face more compact.
The boy sighed when he saw the girl's reaction.
"Didn't you do it? Or didn't you bring it?"
The boy's tone was soft.
Girls have a very low sense of presence in the class, they are quiet and introverted, and their grades are also at the bottom of the class, but the girls are very serious, so even if the other party didn't hand in their homework, the boys didn't shy away.
Feng Qian blinked and said nothing.
The boy also knew from it that no matter what the reason, the girl should not be able to hand in her homework today.
He walked to the back row holding the workbook, and only whispered, "Remember to hand in your homework next time."
Lowering your voice is also to save some face for the girl in the class.
Feng Qian lowered his head, silently flipped through the original owner's schoolbag, and found the kind of workbook that the boy just held in his hand.
However, when Feng Qian opened the workbook, the corners of his mouth twitched.
For each question, the original owner started writing, and neatly wrote the next solution.
Feng Qian turned from the beginning to the end. The original owner really wrote and solved the problems completely. He could count them with his fingers. The rest
Either a large blank, or two or three lines of words.
Probably the only thing worthy of praise is that the original owner wrote neatly and the numbers were written very carefully. In addition to the large blanks, the original owner's workbook is still very clean and beautiful, giving people a pleasing feeling.
It can be seen that the original owner is very serious, but the IQ is not online.
Feng Qian sighed, and after that, the voice of the boy who had just finished his homework came.
"Classmate Chu, your homework."
The boy's voice was very low, and Feng Qian vaguely heard a bit of caution in the other's voice.
Classmate Chu, whom the boy said, did not respond.
Feng Qian couldn't help but look back curiously.
The boy who collected his homework stood in the aisle in the last row. The boy was holding his homework in his hand, looking a little weak and quiet.
His eyes fell on the row of desks inside, lying on the boy sleeping on the desk.
Feng Qian followed the boy's gaze.
That position is against the window, the morning sun gently passes through the green leaves, crosses a thin layer of glass window, and falls on the side of the young man's delicate and unparalleled face.
The teenager was not wearing a school uniform, but a clean and tidy white shirt with a slightly open neckline.
When he was lying on the desk sideways, he could vaguely see the delicate collarbone exposed under the collar of the other party.
His arms are casually placed on the desk, his posture is lazy, his knuckles are like white jade, slender and distinct.
The cuffs of the white shirt were lifted casually, revealing the delicate and fair wrist bones of the young man.
The slender eyelashes drooped gently.
No intention of waking up at all.