The villains are all my vests

Chapter 23 I have everything you like (13)

Gu Zhihuan turned around and saw a tall boy lazily standing at the bottom of the corridor. His school uniform was loosely draped over his shoulders, his schoolbag was slung over his left arm, and he stepped on a football. He squinted his eyes and looked up. .

"Jiao Pei." Han Yue frowned.

Jiao Pei bent down to pick up the football, raised his right foot, and walked up the stairs.

Han Yue subconsciously stood in front of Gu Zhihuan.

Jiao Pei looked at Han Yue, then at Gu Zhihuan, and whistled: "Girlfriend?"

Gu Zhihuan put one hand on Han Yue's shoulder, walked in front of him calmly, and stretched out his left hand to Jiao Pei: "Gu Zhihuan, a transfer student from Class [-], Grade [-]."

Jiao Pei looked at Gu Zhihuan's hand with a half-smile, and gently shook it: "Jiao Pei, the disciplinary committee member of Class [-] and [-]."

Han Yue looked at Jiao Pei's obstructive hand, slapped it impatiently, then pulled Gu Zhihuan and walked upstairs: "Honey, I'm going to be late."

Gu Zhihuan let Han Yue pull him, and when he stepped up to the corner of the stairs, Gu Zhihuan instinctively lowered his head and looked down.

Jiao Pei still stood where he was, leaning against the wall.

Across the two floors of stairs, Gu Zhihuan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he still clearly felt that Jiao Pei was looking at him.

With a chill in her heart, she couldn't help slowing down her pace.

"Are you familiar with Jiao Pei?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

"Not familiar." Han Yue rolled his eyes.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at him sideways.

Han Yue always felt that his little thoughts had been seen through, and his heart was beating thumpingly.

Fortunately, Gu Zhihuan seemed to ask casually, and did not continue to delve into it.

Han Yue followed Gu Zhihuan all the way to Class [-], Grade [-], before he gradually came to his senses: "Honey, do you know the way to our school?"

Gu Zhihuan was startled.

From the time she entered school, she just subconsciously followed the habits in her memory.

Unexpectedly, I actually walked to the door of Class [-], Grade [-].

But if she remembers correctly, in the third year after her graduation, Hengshui No. [-] Middle School re-planned the campus, and the teaching buildings and dormitories have been rebuilt.

The real Hengshui No. [-] Middle School should not be what she remembered.

Gu Zhihuan's eyes flashed: "I've been here before."

Han Yue wanted to ask a few more questions, but Gu Zhihuan had already stepped into the classroom first.

When it was almost time for class, the classroom was full of people.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at the door.

Many students looked at her curiously.

Han Yue tugged at Gu Zhihuan's arm: "Honey, there's an empty seat just behind me."

Gu Zhihuan looked in Han Yue's direction, and indeed saw a spot in the corner of the last row.

She carried her schoolbag and walked over unhurriedly.

Along the way, many students discussed her in whispers.

Certain female students looked at Gu Zhihuan with obvious unkindness in their eyes.

How could Gu Zhihuan take the thoughts of these little girls to heart.

As soon as she walked to the seat, Han Yue helped her open the chair, put the schoolbag away, and then sat in her seat.

Gu Zhihuan's deskmate is a fat man wearing glasses.

Han Yue picked up the pen, drew a [-]-point line directly between the two, and said viciously: "Zhang Yang, don't cross this line, do you understand?"

Zhang Yang looked aggrieved at the line on the table that clearly belonged to [-] points: "This is not enough for me to put the book."

"You can hold a book in class." Han Yue said.

The corner of Zhang Yang's mouth drooped.

"I'll change places with you." Jiao Pei walked to Zhang Yang's table with the football in his arms.

Zhang Yang was taken aback.

Jiao Pei impatiently bent his index finger and tapped on his table.

Only then did Zhang Yang tidy up his things in a panic: "Ah? Okay, okay."

"Do you dare?" Han Yue slapped Zhang Yang's table with a slap.

Too much force, my palms hurt a little.

Han Yue's hands trembled slightly.

Jiao Pei glanced at Han Yue's hand lightly.

Han Yue held back the pain and stared at him unwillingly to show weakness.

Dozens of pairs of sights drifted over vaguely.

Zhang Yang shivered in the energy light waves of Jiao Pei and Han Yue.

Jiao Pei clenched his fists calmly.

Zhang Yang decisively fled to Jiao Pei's place with his schoolbag in his arms.

Jiao Pei put his schoolbag next to Gu Zhihuan.

Han Yue suddenly stood up: "You—"

"Han Yue." Gu Zhihuan raised his head.

Han Yue's eyes were red.

Gu Zhihuan waved to him.

Han Yue clenched his fists and gritted his teeth without moving.

Gu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes displeased.

Han Yue quickly put his head closer: "Baby."

"Go to class obediently." Gu Zhihuan raised his hand and touched Han Yue's head.

Han Yue immediately wagged his tail and rubbed against Gu Zhihuan's palm, and at the same time, he did not forget to glance at Jiao Pei triumphantly.

Have you seen!

The professionalism of a little boy!
This is the gentle and considerate man that rich women like!
Han Yue obediently sat back in his seat contentedly like a big dog.

Jiao Pei raised his eyebrows.

Han Yue lowered his head and rummaged through the schoolbag for a long time, and found a palm-sized mirror, which he placed on his desk.

The mirror aimed at Jiao Pei behind him.

Jiao Pei: "..."

Nine o'clock sharp.

Tao Xingchun walked into the classroom with thick teaching materials.

After putting down the teaching materials, he didn't go to class immediately, but looked down at the top transfer application.

As soon as Tao Xingchun entered the office in the morning, he received this transfer application form from the dean.

Because of the rush of time, he had never met this transfer student, but the name...was a little familiar.

Tao Xingchun picked up the transfer application and coughed lightly: "Before class starts today, let us welcome the new transfer student in the class, Gu Zhihuan. Come and sit on the podium to introduce yourself—introduction—oh—"

Tao Xingchun's voice suddenly rose, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Gu Zhihuan walked up from behind with a calm face.

"You you you you—" Tao Xingchun looked at Gu Zhihuan as if he had seen a ghost.

Isn't this the rich woman who raised Han Yue? !

"Teacher Tao." Gu Zhihuan glanced at him calmly.

It took Tao Xingchun a while to regain his sanity and walked to the edge of the podium.

Gu Zhihuan picked up the chalk, stood upright on the podium, wrote his name in a flying style, then threw the chalk and walked off the stage.

The crisp and neat movements made a group of high school students dumbfounded.

Luo Yang, who had experienced Gu Zhihuan's aura up close, wanted to bury his head in the book.

"Okay!" Jiao Pei stood up in the silence, and clapped loudly: "Student Gu's handwriting is so beautiful, I like it."

When he said the last three words, his tone was ambiguous, and his eyes fell on Gu Zhihuan meaningfully.

Han Yue's temple twitched, he turned his head and stared at Jiao Pei coldly: "Do you like it?"

Jiao Pei just lowered his head a little, and before he could raise his head, he felt a dim light in front of his eyes, and Han Yu rushed forward without saying anything.

No one thought that the two would fight in front of the teacher during class time, and they couldn't help being dumbfounded.

When Tao Xingchun came back to his senses and rushed over to pull the two of them apart, Han Yue swung his fist at Jiao Pei. Jiao Pei dodged sideways, and his fist hit Tao Xingchun who came to persuade him.

Han Yue immediately glared at Jiao Pei: "You didn't block Teacher Tao's punch?"

Tao Xingchun: "..."

Jiao Pei: "..."

　Your friend Jiao Pei applied to join the team, do you agree?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)