All The Hotshots Love Me [Quick Transmigration]

I blinked over the weekend and rested for two days. The students still didn't take much care, and they kept talking during early self-study.

Fengcheng 12th Middle School is said to be the 12th Middle School, but it is actually a private school. Just because it was the 12th high school in the city when the school was first established, it was habitually called the 12th Middle School.

The management of these private schools nowadays seems to have a tendency to go in two directions. Some are extremely strict, known as militarized management, and pay close attention to student performance. Some have a very relaxed learning atmosphere. Students come to the school easily. Loose home.

Fengcheng No. 12 Middle School is obviously the latter. Shu Xiaoyun chose this school because the pressure of study is small and will not cause too much burden on Schumann’s body. As for her daughter’s grades, she is not very demanding, as long as she is healthy. Kang, just be happy.

Schumannman is very sensible, no one is studying under pressure, and he is able to realize that his grades have always been in the top five in the class. Jiang Rui has so much experience in the past, and it is relatively easy to maintain her grades.

The front and back desks have been gurgling and gurgling. At their table, she studied seriously and Yan Zhaoan slept quietly.

It’s strange to say that Yan Zhao is in school. He sleeps day by day, but he can come to school on time without being late or leaving early every day. In addition to not listening to lectures in class, he has to abide by discipline than ordinary students. At least he doesn’t. Speak.

Moreover, I slept like this, and my grades were not the bottom. I kept hovering in the middle and lower reaches of the class. Before Jiang Rui sat in this position, his grades could rank first in the back two rows.

The bell rang at the end of the early self-study get out of class. Jiang Rui collected the Chinese and English books and took out the textbooks for the first class.

At the same time, Yan Zhao woke up on time with the get out of class bell. He was sleeping with his face sideways, half of his face pressed on the sleeves of his clothes, and the folds of the cuffs just left a red mark on his face, extending from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his mouth. It looks funny.

Jiang Rui glanced sideways inadvertently and saw that he was frowning. He looked a bit fierce and temperamental. However, such a momentum was greatly discounted by the red mark on his face and couldn't help but want to laugh.

About hearing her laughter, Yan Zhao turned to look at her.

The smile in the corner of Jiang Rui's eyes was still there, and the line of sight that fell on him was not taken away, the original smirk was caught by someone.

Yan Zhao frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

Having been at the same table for a week, and met by accident on the weekend, it seemed to familiarize the two of them. Originally, he rarely took the initiative to speak to her.

Jiang Rui didn't answer, but he pulled out a small round mirror from his schoolbag and handed it to him, "Look for yourself."

Yan Zhao glanced at it and rubbed his face vigorously.

"Don't rub it, the whole face is red, it will disappear by yourself in a while," Jiang Rui said.

Yan Zhao shook his head and saw that she took the mirror back into her schoolbag. He remembered that she had taken out cookies, sugar, tissues, lip balm from the schoolbag before... He didn't pay attention to it, but just saw it accidentally. With so many, I couldn't help but wonder, how many things can a girl's schoolbag hold?

The ears... are they inside?

Because of his childhood experience, he always kept away from women, so he never noticed that girls can wear that kind of thing, and they wear it so, so...

He didn't know how to describe that feeling, but when he saw her up close on the street that day, he only felt that his hair was exploded, and he needed to bite his teeth hard to resist going forward and rubbing, or don’t What an even stranger move.

Later, when Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong talked about it, he realized that it was cute.

After returning home, he found many pictures and videos on the Internet. In addition to wearing rabbit ears, the girls in them also have cat ears, small velvet antlers, and small horns. Seeing a group of people barrage is so cute and cute, but there is no fluctuation in my heart.

Isn’t it because you don’t see real people face to face, so you don’t feel anything? Yan Zhao frowned and thought, moving his eyes to Jiang Rui's face unconsciously.

Jiang Rui was looking down and sorting out the items in the small grid of his schoolbag, and digging out a nougat from the inside. Seeing that it hadn't expired or melted, he peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed it into his mouth, and his pink cheek suddenly bulged.

The light shines in from one side, her profile looks soft and warm in the morning light, her skin is almost translucent, and there are some fine hairs on her face. Because of the candy, her cheeks are bulging from time to time, like A small furry animal is eating.

Yan Zhao suddenly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He realized that even without the pair of ears, he still wanted to knead and squeeze.

This kind of thinking is wrong. He himself has been pinched since he was a child. He doesn't like the feeling, and even feels disgusted.

It is wrong to pinch people, how could he have the idea of ​​pinching people?

Yan Zhao stood up and walked out, decided to wash his face and clear his face.

Not long after, I saw him come back with a wet head, and his school uniform shirt was half wet.

"Hahaha... Brother Zhao, you won't fall into the toilet, right?" Lin Hang teased.

Yan Zhao stared at him, "Do you want to get out of the toilet?"

Lin Hang said hurriedly: "Just kidding, just kidding."

"Yes, let your mouth be cheap." Wang Xiaodong gloated.

Lin Hang hooked his head between his arms, pressed down hard, and said viciously: "I can't beat Brother Zhao, and I can't beat you?"

"You, you... have the ability to stand up and face it up!" Wang Xiaodong struggled hard and said dullly.

The two of them didn't pay attention to the severity when they were playing, and the table pushed forward violently. It happened that Jiang Rui put his arm on the back of the chair and bumped heavily.

"Hiss—" She immediately covered her elbow, her whole hand numb.

Yan Zhao frowned, stretched out his hand to block the two tables, pushed back with force, and pushed both the table and the two people behind the table back a large amount, the table feet rubbed on the ground, making a harsh sound.

Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong stopped after realizing it, and saw that most of the people in the class were looking over, scratching their heads, "What's wrong with Brother Zhao?"

"I hit someone." Yan Zhao said in a bad tone.

Only then did the two notice Jiang Rui's hand and hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

"It's okay," Jiang Rui came over slowly and shook her head, "It's a bit numb." She retracted her arm to see what was going on at the tip of her elbow, but because the arm couldn't be twisted, she only vaguely saw the redness around her. .

The other three saw it really. Although there was no broken skin, the tips of her elbows were very red, and there was a little bit of bruises under the skin. The skin was white, so it was particularly dazzling.

Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong were even more guilty, "I'm sorry! I'm going to buy medicine now."

"No need," Jiang Rui said quickly, "and there is no bleeding."

Yan Zhao glanced and said, "If you are bleeding under the skin, apply an ice pack to stop the bleeding first, and then rub the bruise away tomorrow."

"I'm going to buy ice water!" Lin Hang was overwhelmed and volunteered.

"I'll go too!" Wang Xiaodong quickly followed.

The remaining two faced each other, Jiang Rui blinked and smiled: "You know so much."

Yan Zhao just hummed and said nothing. Because of his bad temper, people will see him upset when he gets older, so his experience is all about fighting and fighting, and there is nothing to show off.

Jiang Rui applied ice to his elbow for a class, and he looked not very red. After going back one night, when the next day came, the red scar turned into a bruise, looking even more hideous than the previous day.

Her seat was on an internal test. When she sat down, her right hand was facing Yan Zhao, but the injured hand happened to be her right hand. He looked at the bruise for a while, "It has to be rubbed."

Jiang Rui smiled not too embarrassed, "I tried to rub it this morning, it hurts a bit, so I don't dare to rub it."

"It won't be good if you don't rub it."

"Yes, it just gets better slowly, it doesn't matter." Jiang Rui said haha.

Having said that, after the bruise dangled in front of Yan Zhao for a morning, he tucked his brows and spoke again: "I will rub it for you." He looked uncomfortable without rubbing it.

"Um...no need it?" Jiang Rui tried to refuse.

Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong looked at her with sympathy, thinking that when they were fighting with Brother Zhao and they had a bruise and swollen face, he threw a bottle of safflower oil and asked them to rub the bruise on their bodies. The fierce want to beat people, the two people unanimously suspected that Brother Zhao has obsessive-compulsive disorder with no bruises?

Now good students at least don't need to rub it by themselves, and the treatment is better than them. However, considering Zhao Ge's hand strength, such a treatment does not seem to be a joy.

While Jiang Rui was still refusing, Yan Zhao had already rubbed his two palms to heat, and then he put one hand on the inside of her elbow in a cautious manner, and the other hand was covered with bruises. on.

"It hurts..." Jiang Rui's hand shook.

"I haven't tried hard yet." Yan Zhao frowned and looked at her.

Jiang Rui said pitifully, "But it really hurts."

Yan Zhao was silent for a while, and most of the strength he had planned to exert was relieved.

Even so, Jiang Rui was still rubbed with tears.

When Yan Zhao let go, he looked at that piece of bruise that was still very obvious because he didn't exert any effort. The unpleasant color was beyond words.

He did not feel happy to see the bruise. If he had self-masochistic pain on his body, he had to rub it away. On the white skin before his eyes, such an obvious bruise was dangling in front of him, but he could not rub it. It is as uncomfortable as if there is a piece of meat stuck between the teeth, but no toothpicks are found everywhere.

Of course he can forcefully knead it apart. In terms of strength, she is not as good as half of his hand, but...

Gee, squeamish.

The author has something to say:

Sixth: Tsk, squeamish.

Author: dare to speak the truth, good hand feel bad?

Sixth:...