Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 70 The Goddess Descends (17)

Jiang Wan lost her mind and returned to the classroom after lunch.

On the way back, she was still thinking, did she misunderstand the relationship between "sister and brother"?

Why do you feel that every action Jiang Chi made and every word he said just now is particularly flirtatious to her?
Unknowingly, I arrived at the door of the class.

It was lunch break at this time, and the dormitory students went back to the dormitory to rest after lunch, and the commuter students usually wandered to the canteen to buy a drink or something after eating, and returned to the classroom before class started.

Jiang Wan came back very early, but there was a person sitting in the classroom, just behind her seat.

It's Chen Yan.

Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows and walked over to her seat calmly.

Chen Yan stared at her, his eyes were unclear.

Just as Jiang Wan was about to sit on her stool, Chen Yan moved.

He raised his foot and kicked her stool, neither light nor heavy, but kicked the stool down.

There was a loud "bang" in the silent classroom.

"Jiang Wan!" Chen Yan raised his head, but when he touched those bright cat pupils, he still couldn't help shaking his head, and looked away embarrassingly.

Jiang Wan helped up the stool, looked at him with a good temper and smiled, "What's the matter, classmate Chen?"

The soft little face is puffed with powder, and the sweet girl's temperament is bursting.

Chen Yan couldn't express his anger immediately, and even blamed himself a little bit, kicking her stool down just now.

"Stop pretending!" Chen Yan, who was going to talk to Jiang Wan about it, now softened his tone, like coaxing a cat, "I was arrested in the men's room, and you told the director that I smoked, right? "

Jiang Wan blinked, then shook her head innocently, "It's not me."

Chen Yan looked at her suspiciously for a few seconds, and finally curled his lips, "I don't believe it."

Jiang Wan tidied up her skirt and sat down. She sat facing Chen Yan, with her arms resting lazily on his desk, her little head resting on her arms, and she smiled sweetly at Chen Yan, "Chen Yan~"

The little nanny's voice was so delicate and soft that Chen Yan's bones were about to crumble.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the girl lying on his table as lazy as a cat, feeling more secretive in his heart.

she is so soft
But in the next second, what the girl said completely overturned his previous and current perception of her!

"You treated me that way back then. If I were the one to complain to the director, I wouldn't say that you were secretly smoking." Jiang Wan narrowed her eyes and yawned, "I might say that you were secretly taking drugs!"

Take drugs?

Rao, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, trembled with fright when he heard these two words.

Chen Yan stared at Jiang Wan in disbelief, as if she never thought that she could say the word "drug use" so calmly, let alone that she said these two words to herself
"you--"

"I'm sleepy, I need a lunch break!" Jiang Wan turned around and lazily returned to her desk. "Student Chen, don't you want to go home and reflect? Walk slowly."

Chen Yan took a deep breath. He tried his best not to pull up the girl who was sleeping on the seat, but when he glanced away, he landed on the white and slender wrist.
If you pull it hard, will it break?
Chen Yan felt that he was in a daze, when did he start to feel sorry for the dead fat pig?
He grabbed his schoolbag and stood up, kicked his stool away a little annoyed.

The Academic Affairs Office asked him to go home and reflect for three days.

How can someone be suspended from class and go home just after reporting for duty on the first day?

Fuck!
After two classes in the afternoon, it will be the annual club recruitment day of No. [-] Middle School.

The Fourth Middle School stipulates that in order for the students to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and in an all-round way, they must choose a club to join each year at the beginning of school.

In the past two years, the original owner chose calligraphy for one, and tea art for the other. They were all unpopular clubs, and they didn't have to participate in school activities at all, let alone have the opportunity to socialize.

"Wan Wan—" Bai Miaomiao, Jiang Wan's tablemate, came over, "Can you accompany me to the cheerleading interview later?"

(End of this chapter)