Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

For some reason, my heart was pounding.

Ye Han remained calm, and looked along, and through the gap between the crowd, he happened to be able to see her pretty expressionless side face.

Who is she looking at?

Seeing such serious eyes on others, even though he could vaguely feel that it was not a happy seriousness, Ye Han still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Wow! Ye Han!" Just as he was looking at her from the window for a moment, he suddenly heard a few voices of surprise coming from in front of him.

He turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

It was a few girls he didn't know, he frowned slightly, he didn't want to waste time with them, he just wanted to see what she was doing.

Politely asked: "Is there something wrong?"

There are many people who know Ye Han in school, and among those who know Ye Han, there are a lot of girls.

After all, she is the first in grade and looks very good-looking.If you don't say anything and then change your clothes, you'll be like the pampered young master in TV dramas.

When those girls heard Ye Han's clear voice, they were shy and nympho again.

Ye Han waited and found that he was looking for him for something, so he immediately ignored her, and returned to her with his hidden burning eyes.

Who would have thought that when she looked at the past again, she would actually see whose hand was holding her hand?

Almost uncontrollably, Ye Han's hand holding a chemistry book tightened, the corners of his lips were pursed, and his expression was almost imperceptibly unhappy.

Very uncomfortable.

The hand was black and thick, ugly and disgusting.

How can you touch her such a beautiful hand?Why?

Soon, he saw that it was an arm wrestling, but the expression of silence did not ease one bit.

the other side.

Talk about winning and losing conditions.

"Okay, whoever loses will call him Dad." Song Le glanced at the tablemate who was still in a daze, and said.

Then he prepared in a leisurely manner, not wanting to look more, so he stared at the table, waiting for the start.

The person who read the beginning put his hand vertically between them and waved down: "Start!"

Accompanied by this excited start, the eyes of other onlookers lit up.

This new classmate is not only beautiful, but also so courageous?

She dared to make such a condition just for fun, is it because she didn't know that the person who competed with her was famous in the class for her strength?

However, to everyone's surprise, not only was Song Le not overthrown quickly, but the expression on her face became more and more calm.

On the contrary, the boy was struggling more and more, clenching his teeth, as if he was exerting all his strength.

"What, do you want to admit defeat directly?" Song Le raised his eyebrows and asked easily.

Taekwondo black belt thought it was just a joke?

What's more, she just wants to end it as soon as possible, and then wash her hands immediately, and wash her hands repeatedly, otherwise she will feel sick.

"Don't, stop joking, how could I..."

The boy hadn't finished talking about being brave, Song Le straightened his expression a bit, increased his strength, and in the next second, ruthlessly knocked him down without reason.

The slap in the face hurt a bit, the boy was completely stunned, and there was no sign of coming out of the shadow of "I lost to a beautiful girl who seemed powerless".

Song Le, on the other hand, showed a shallow smile that made everyone around him stare blankly, and said with a little disdain: "Everyone has seen it, and I am willing to admit defeat. When did he call him? When will the table call him again?"

Among them, the words "my deskmate" are especially serious, like a big sister covering a younger brother.

"Okay, wash your hands." Song Le pouted and stood up, briskly.