Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

The August sun was just right, the wind blew through the treetops, and occasionally a few wisps of light passed through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Under a cloudless sky, bicycles drove gently on the spacious and noisy asphalt road. After passing the traffic lights, they saw young people full of youthful vitality walking together in twos and threes, entering the school gate in an orderly manner.

Aning jumped out of the back seat of Xie Xinghe's car, his spotless white shoes stepping on the ground, and his footsteps raised up a low layer of dust.

"Can you find the class?" The young man was graceful, with handsome and cold features. His eyes shone with tiny lights under the sun, and his deep and hoarse voice revealed a touch of tenderness.

"I can find it. I still have to go to the Academic Affairs Office to get the textbooks. You should go first."

The girl urged the boy to leave quickly. Although they still had to go through a traffic light before reaching the school, there were many students wearing the uniforms of No. 1 Middle School looking at them curiously.

After all, Xie Xinghe's face is known to everyone in the entire No. 1 Middle School.

The green light turned on, and pedestrians on both sides of the road rushed up. The boy was riding a bicycle. The muscles on his arms were smooth, his fingers were long and thin, and the joints were clearly not prominent. He held the handle of the front of the bicycle and drove forward. The fabric of the shirt outlines the back.

The young man wore a green school uniform shirt on his shoulders, and his unbridled temperament was fully displayed on him.

My mind is clear and my eyes are full of stars.

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Compared with other high schools in Rongcheng, the environment of No. 1 Middle School is relatively good.

The green shade of the campus is whirling, and the unique teaching buildings stand majestically. The girl is wearing an apricot-colored lotus leaf collar dress, revealing her thin white calves. The skirt is swaying as she walks, and her body is light, like a proud little girl. swan.

Under the soft sunshine of the morning, her skin was white and glowing, her facial features were more refined, and her face was unfamiliar without wearing school uniform. Along the way, she attracted many eyes to wander around her body.

After receiving the teaching materials, the teaching director took Aning to Class 1, Grade 3.

The dean, whose surname is Zhang, is a middle-aged man with a big belly. He is probably friendly and easy to get along with. There are countless classmates who greet him along the way.

There are a total of 14 classes in the third year of high school, and one class is on the fourth floor. There are no classes for the first and second grade students yet, so the teaching building is extremely quiet. Only when we get to the fourth floor can there be some small sounds.

I saw Director Zhang walking into the door of Class 1, Grade 3, and then his loud voice rang out.

"Classmates, please be quiet. Today we have a new classmate in Class 1 of Grade 3. Now let the new classmate introduce himself. Everyone applauds and welcomes him."

Director Zhang said with excitement, and immediately led the girl from the outer door in, and finally took the lead in applauding.

After Aning walked into the class, most of the people were still reading and studying. Only a few students were sleeping on their stomachs, and two or three were whispering to each other.

Director Liu patted the table, and the students all raised their heads to look at the new faces on the podium. They suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at the beautiful and delicate girl next to Director Liu with a trace of inquiry in their eyes. meaning.

Gradually, bustling applause echoed from the audience. It was obvious that everyone was not very interested in the new classmates. The male classmates were okay, but the female classmates were less interested. They would rather read more books than see the new classmates.

Aning calmly accepted the gazes of everyone, quietly looked around, and found that the man was not among them. He frowned, didn't he say that he was also in the first class of the third year of high school?

"It seems that everyone loves to study. Then, Yuan Ning, please sit in the empty seat in the second row from the first group."

Teacher Zhang looked a little embarrassed when he heard the sparse applause. He had never seen everyone so quiet. He pointed to a seat and asked Aning to get down.

The classmates in the class have all known each other for two years. Everyone has become very familiar with each other, and everyone has arranged their seats by themselves.

However, when everyone heard Director Zhang arranging seats for Aning, there finally started to be some movement down there.

Aning held a stack of textbooks that reached her neck and walked to the last row with difficulty. Since she came here halfway, in addition to the textbooks for the third year of high school, she also needed the textbooks for the first and second grade students.

When she put the textbook on her seat and was about to sit down, she realized that everyone was looking towards her at some point. The classroom was spacious and bright, and the old-fashioned fan on the ceiling was "squeaking".

She paused, as if she didn't do anything strange.

They were looking at her.

"Brother Xing, next time my boss asks you to do some hard work, don't call me again. My little body can't bear it."

Aning heard a very familiar voice from far away. She stopped clearing her desk and raised her eyes to stare at the door of the classroom.

Two very familiar figures appeared in her sight, they were Xie Xinghe and Maizi.

Probably because of the school's strict enforcement, Maizi dyed her flowing blue hair back to black. If it weren't for her rough and loud voice, she almost wouldn't have been recognized.

The two of them saw An Ning when they entered the classroom door. The reason was that An Ning was sitting in Xie Xinghe's seat.

Everyone in the class knew that Xie Xinghe had no classmates since he was in high school, not because no one wanted to be his deskmate, but because he didn't want a deskmate.

Just because he said, "My deskmate will affect my speed of writing questions."

As the representative of outstanding students in the school, the teacher naturally refused to assign him a deskmate after hearing this.

While everyone was waiting for Xie Xinghe's reaction, the young man with stern brows and deep features, with eye-catching long legs, was holding a green school uniform jacket in his hands.

He stared at the people watching the show with a very calm expression. He raised his hand to pull the chair out and sat down directly next to her. There was no bored expression or indifferent words.

On the contrary, he also took the initiative to help new students clean up the messy books on the desk...

Packing up textbooks?

Why is it different from what they imagined?

And the way they were whispering to each other, could it be that they knew each other?

Or is it because the new classmates are good-looking?

This is really a bit confusing to the students in the class.

Maizi sat behind Xie Xinghe. He held his chin, his eyes were bright, his skin was a healthy wheat color, and he showed eight white teeth when he smiled, looking very simple.

"Yuan Ning didn't expect that we were classmates."

Taking out a stack of papers from the bag, Aning tilted his head slightly, and his ponytail hair rubbed against his white and slender neck, "I didn't expect it either."

I thought you stopped going to school.

Then he saw Maizi move to the seat by the window, then glanced at Xie Xinghe quietly, lowered his voice and asked in a low voice: "By the way, has your male friend been looking for you recently?"