The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

A few minutes later, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the sound of reading in the classroom disappeared, the voice of chatting and discussion slowly sounded, and many students also started to walk around, some went to the toilet, some went to fetch water, and some went to the corridor to see the scenery, Anyway, very casual.

There were also some students who looked at An Yimo from time to time, but because they were shy, they didn't dare to go forward to say hello, except for Jiang Chen and others.

"Student An Yimo, hello, my name is Cai Yin, nice to meet you."

Cai Yin, who was sitting in front of An Yimo, turned around and said, with a warm smile on her face, this guy is always familiar, Cai Hua wears a braid, and has a lovely round face.

In addition, she has another name, cauliflower, which is given by the tortoise.

"Hello." An Yimo also showed a smile on his face, and greeted Cauliflower.

"Hey, hello, cousin, my name is Deng Guizhi." At this moment, Wu Gui stood beside Jiang Chen's table and smiled at An Yimo.

After hearing this, the beautiful girl with short hair turned her head to look at the turtle, and said hello with a smile.

But there was a hint of doubt in her eyes, she didn't seem to have such a cousin.

"Yimo, ignore him, he calls every girl he sees her cousin."

"It's a pot, isn't it." Said, cauliflower and the tortoise blinked.

"Oh, you little cauliflower."

"You turtle."

Afterwards, the two began to bicker on a daily basis.

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile, and sighed.

"Hey, it's all my fault. I didn't manage my son well."

"Student An, hello, my name is Jiang Chen, and I will be at the same table from now on, please take care of me."

Jiang Chen greeted his new tablemate.

"En." An Yimo nodded with a smile.

"Hey, classmate An, and me, my name is Cheng Kexing, very good Cheng Kexing."

Saying that, Cheng Kexing didn't forget to flick the bangs on his forehead.

Hearing this, An Yimo's eyes did not fluctuate, and she still nodded to the handsome Cheng Ke with a smile on her face.

The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and he rolled his eyes at Cheng Kexing.

"Hey, Jiang Chen, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Cheng Xing patted Jiang Chen's shoulder and said.

"Nothing."

"Jiang Chen, although you are already very handsome, you are still a little worse than me. Are you still not convinced? I snatched your title of class grass in the sophomore year of high school, and now my father gave it to you."

"Yes, my school grass, your class grass, I am worse than you."

"Hey, Jiang Chen, see if I don't draw out my seven wolves."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Hearing the conversation between the two, An Yimo turned and looked at the trees outside the window. The breeze was still there, and the discomfort of being a newcomer was greatly reduced.

Afterwards, she habitually took out a diary with a fresh and elegant cover from her schoolbag.

At this time, a gust of wind blew outside the window, the title page of the diary flipped, and a white elf appeared on the diary.

"Hello, Yimo."

The crisp little girl's voice.

An Yimo's eyes were filled with shock, then she turned her head and looked around.

It was found that Jiang Chen and others did not look at her.

"Don't worry, you are the only one in this world who can hear me and see me."

"Yimo, I'm a diary elf, you can call me Jiu'er."

"Diary spirit? Jiu'er?" An Yimo said softly.

"Yeah." Jiu'er nodded.

This very thick diary has been with An Yimo for many years. It was probably written since the second year of junior high school. It contains many girls' thoughts and some stories of their own fantasies. Thinking about it now, I feel a little ashamed.

"What are you doing? Why did you show up?"

After calming down, An Yimo asked.

"I came out because I felt the longing and loneliness in your heart. I can create an immersive adventure story for you based on the inspiration of the story in your diary."

"Like the story last night." An Yimo asked.

The story of the sword beheading the hell dog last night.

"Um."

Jiu'er nodded.

"By the way, you, have you read the stories in my diary?" An Yimo was a little nervous.

"The story in the diary?"

Jiu'er paused for a while and said.

"Are you talking about the story about the young master Gao Leng falling in love with me or the story about the girl saving another world, or about traveling through the Tang Dynasty?"

"Stop, stop talking."

An Yimo hastily interrupted Jiu'er, not allowing him to continue talking.

Her pretty face was slightly red, and she lowered her head, wishing that there would be a hole on the ground for her to crawl in. If it wasn't for being in the classroom now, she might roll around in shame on the ground.

The embarrassment of being found out about the short stories written before is no less than public execution and social death.

"It's okay, Yimo, I'm your diary elf, we're in the same group, don't be afraid."

"Okay, but stop talking about that."

"Ok."

Jiu'er is somewhat harmless to humans and animals.

At this time, the bell rang and class started.

The first period is mathematics class, which is also the class of the class teacher Lao Hua.

Lao Hua came to the podium with a math textbook.

"Today we review the content of hyperbolas."

The students below also sat upright and listened carefully.

In his class, even the three of Jiang Chen didn't dare to make any excessive moves.

This is the majesty of Lao Hua, his eagle eyes that are like golden eyes.

Stare at whoever panics.

"Yimo, have you noticed a coincidence?"

At this time, the white elf Jiu'er whispered in An Yimo's ear.

"whats the matter?"

An Yimo asked.

"It's the guy next to you who looks like the hero in your story, with slightly curly hair, star-like eyes, a tall nose, and a sharp side face. Is it the same as the one you wrote? Traveling through the Tang Dynasty to become the heroine of the princess"

"Jiu'er, stop talking!"

An Yimo hastily interrupted Jiu'er, and the sense of shame enveloped her body again.

Then she turned her head to look at Jiang Chen.

With slightly curly hair, a tall nose, and a sharp profile, Jiang Chen's handsome face looks even more handsome under the dim light.

At this moment, Jiang Chen also felt An Yimo's gaze.

Is she looking at me?

With this thought in his mind, Jiang Chen then quietly straightened his body, put his hands on the table and folded them into a line, just like the posture of a primary school student when he listens carefully.

The cynical expression on his face was quickly put away, and his deep eyes were earnestly looking at Lao Hua who was giving a lecture on the podium, as if he looked like a high-ranking student.

Well, I must be very handsome now, she should have been dumbfounded.

An Yimo stared at Jiang Chen's profile for a while, then turned her head and looked at the tree branches swaying in the wind outside the window.

"Yimo, are you blushing?"

Jiu'er was surprised to find out.

"I do not have."

An Yimo immediately denied it.

"Also, it's okay, and it's not very similar."

An Yimo added.