Fake daughters are wealthy

The girl sat boldly on the chair, leaning against the back of the mahogany chair, her sitting posture was a little careless, she was looking at her mobile phone with lowered eyes, and when she looked closer, her eyebrows and eyes became more and more delicate and eye-catching, she was as beautiful as the female stars on TV.

It's just that she doesn't dress up very much, she wears a more comfortable style, and the blue and white cotton striped shirt has a sense of distance from the girl.

Song Tian came back to her senses a little bit, but her tense back was still tense, and a thin layer of hot sweat was secreting from her palms.

They are the rookie kings of this year, so they look so good!

It's completely different from the image she imagined of being the number one student in the college entrance examination. She doesn't give the impression of a nerd at all. She looks rebellious like...the kind of girl in school who is beautiful but doesn't study well.

Qiao Nian was different from those girls.

Those girls generally flaunted the domineering expression of 'labor and capital are the best in the world', but Qiao Nian seemed to be quite restrained.

When she first entered the door, she politely let them all in, and she came in when she was the last one. Anyway, she is a very polite person.

Song Tian has a cheerful personality and is a familiar character. After recovering for a short time, she didn't notice that everyone else in the box was embarrassed and didn't know how to start a conversation.

The acquaintance broke the dull atmosphere in the box first, and raised his hand first, and he looked energetic: "Cough! It's the first time for everyone to meet, I have a proposal, let's introduce ourselves first, and get to know each other Let's go! I, I, I, I will come first, Song Tian, ​​who was admitted to Shuangjiang City Experimental Middle School, and we will all be classmates in the same department in the future, please help~"

She introduced herself at the beginning, and the rest of the people looked at me and I looked at you, with green and awkward faces, and introduced themselves one by one.

"Li Yan, I'm from Lin City Foreign Language School. Nice to meet you all."

Qiao Nian raised her head, and saw the boy who had just talked to him rubbing the back of his head and speaking in embarrassment.

There was a boy standing next to him, very low-key.

"Zhou Moyan, a native of Beijing."

Immediately after several other people also reported their names, the girl next to Song Tian hesitated for a moment and said softly, "My name is Yin Wenzhi."

She didn't say which school she was from, nor her hometown.

Seeing that the introduction was over, Qiao Nian was the only one who hadn't introduced herself, and the eyes in the box were basically focused on her.

Qiao Nian was stared at by several pairs of eyes, her head hurt, she moved, her arms changed positions, her head was tilted, and her face was propped up. She didn't understand this way of greeting children, but With a good temper, he said, "Qiao Nian, No. [-] Middle School around the city."

Qiao Nian, No. [-] Middle School around the city!

This year's senior high school students who have never heard this sentence, the name and school of the national college entrance examination champion.

Several people in the box felt uncomfortable.

They heard the name of the manager of Haicui Pavilion, Ms. Qiao, and vaguely guessed the identity of the girl, but they were not sure.

After all, the No. [-] student in the college entrance examination should be a simple and introverted person wearing thick glasses.

But Qiao Nian... They turned towards the overly beautiful girl in the corner, and they couldn't be associated with the number one student in the college entrance examination.

Only Song Tian was very excited. After confirming that she had guessed correctly, her eyes lit up and she almost cried out excitedly.

After everyone introduced each other, they became familiar with each other, and some people started to chat about studying in high school along this topic.