Quick Wear: The host is beautiful and ruthless

"I'll go, he, he, he actually followed..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, do you want to be beaten?"

"I think the new classmates are not easy to mess with either. It doesn't matter who bullies whom. Let's look at it later."

"Oh, that's right too."

The eyes of Tang Tang and others were even more resentful. Why were they discussing Ning Yan? She was obviously so transparent before.

The classmates whispered, and after a while the English teacher came in and started class.

The young man first wiped the table with paper, then arranged the books, making a rustling sound, and finally took out the English book and placed it on the table.

Wen Ye looked at Ning Yan quietly. He was holding a pen and lowering his head to answer questions. He was not listening to the teacher's class and was indifferent to everything around him.

So indifferent, or did you say you didn't recognize him?

Wen Ye thought, moved his eyes to the podium, and held his chin with one hand.

The system's long-delayed IQ suddenly came online, [Hey, I remember there was no mention of transfer students in the original plot. 】

Is it the butterfly effect?

The host hasn't done much recently.

The system thought for a while, [The strategy task is not simple. 】

But the strategy mission is issued by the director, so the director can't harm it and the host!

[Hiss, host, I don’t have enough brain. 】

'...'

Ning Yan wrote the question calmly.

"Students on the right side of the fifth row by the window, get up and answer this question." The English teacher suddenly ordered someone.

[Host, the teacher is calling you. 】

The girl stopped writing, her eyes fell on the multimedia screen, and she stood up.

Just when Wen Ye was about to whisper the answer to her, he heard the girl say it.

"Teacher, choose A."

English noticed that the girl had been answering questions and thought she was not paying attention to the class, so he called her to answer.

The question involved the grammar I just taught, but the girl still answered it correctly, and it didn't look like she was confused.

The teacher nodded gently, "The answer is correct, please sit down."

The teacher did not take into account the girl's disobedience and continued teaching.

Ning Yan lowered his eyes and continued to answer the questions. Wen Ye's eyes lingered on the switched screen for a moment, and then turned to look at the girl doing the questions.

I am doing math problems, and... the questions seem a bit difficult, they are all big questions!

So arrogant?

[Host, the task target is looking at you. 】System reminder.

'Um. 'The girl was careless.

Suddenly traveling through time and becoming a student, he was a little unfamiliar with high school knowledge, so Ning Yan bought several sets of exercise books specifically for practicing.

The classroom echoed with smooth pronunciation.

The bell rings.

The teacher took the textbook and left, and the classroom became noisy.

The news about the handsome boy who transferred to another school spread among several classes, and many students were curious, so they took advantage of the break time to go to the windows in groups to watch.

"Where is it?"

"I heard you sit by the window."

"I saw it, that girl is so beautiful."

"Oh, you're so stupid. They say the transfer student is handsome, so of course it's a description of a man."

"Hey, I feel like Class 6 is about to be replaced."

The onlookers discussed in a low voice, and their words did not reach the class.

Time between classes is precious. After watching for a while, the students dispersed.

When I was in middle school, I would be attracted by the slightest disturbance, but most of them just kept the mood of eating melons.

Some students were playing around, bumping tables and rubbing against the floor, some were gossiping, and some were holding books and reading aloud.

Only by the window, the girl was quietly doing questions in her seat, seemingly immersed in her own world.

Ning Yan writes quickly, but her handwriting is a little sloppy. After finishing a big question, she puts down her water-based pen.

Seeing that she was free, the young man took out the gift he had prepared from his schoolbag and placed it on Ning Yan's desk.

"My deskmate, this is for you."

It is a paper box containing candy. The plastic film has not been removed and the packaging is exquisite and beautiful.

When we were shopping in the mall yesterday, Wen Ye somehow felt that she might like this, so he bought it and prepared it as a gift for her.

The girl turned her eyes slightly and landed on the brown candy box, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

'system. '

【Um? 】

'Is this sugar poisonous? '

?

Why would the host doubt this!

[...No, can the host give the task target a little more trust? 】

Obviously every world quest object is so well-behaved.

'...'

With such a high blackening value, she must be on guard!

Ning Yan raised his eyes to look at him. The boy's edges and corners became sharper. His eyelashes were very long, casting a small and faint shadow under the light.

The young man was staring at her, with a glimmer of light in his eyes. His gaze was obvious, but not so presumptuous.

Ning Yan finally accepted the candy and said, "Thank you."

The young man curled his lips and said, "You're welcome."

Today, as a new classmate, I transferred to this class and sat at the same table with her, so his lie of pretending to be an alumnus two days ago was naturally exposed.

But the girl was not surprised at all and did not show any emotion.

why?

Could it be possible that I really forgot?

Wen Ye felt uneasy in his heart, like a stone thrown into a lake of his heart, with constant ripples.

I can't tell what it feels like, but I seem to be desperate for something.

The young man turned his attention to the book in front of him. After a while, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the girl again.

Ning Yan's side face has beautiful lines, smooth and delicate.

The wind gently blew her broken hair and floated to the front, blurring the girl's indifferent eyebrows.

Like glowing.

In late autumn, the refreshing wind carries a chill and sweeps across the earth.

Wen Ye silently held his chin, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he got up and walked to the other side of the classroom, closing the wide open window.

Then I opened the window next to the back door and there were no seats in that row.

Some students noticed the behavior of their new classmates and couldn't help but murmured that the new classmates were too squeamish and couldn't bear the slightest breeze.

The wind in his ears stopped, Ning Yan paused in his writing movements, then closed his eyes and continued to work on the questions.

Wen Ye returned to his seat and suddenly pressed his hand on the exercise book in front of Ning Yan.

"My deskmate, I don't know your name yet."

The corners of the young man's mouth curved carelessly. Is it so interesting to do the questions? She never stopped writing.

Ning Yan raised his head and his eyes collided with the boy's in the air.

The girl's pupils were cold, reflecting his face clearly.

For a moment, Wen Ye's palm seemed to have been burned and he suddenly retracted his hand.

Ning Yan glanced at him one more time, then wrote his name on the blank paper, pointed with the pen tip, "Ning Yan."

The handwriting is wildly cursive, but surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

The tone is lighter than expected, deep and pleasant, like feathers brushing against the heart.

Wen Ye curled his fingers on his right side, then turned his head to the other side, but didn't respond for a while.

Ning Yan was suspicious in his heart. He always felt that the boy's personality was a bit strange, but it was understandable. After all, the darkening value was high.

Looking back at the exercises, Ning Yan took out the answers and compared them.

During the last class in the morning, Wen Ye was very quiet. He held his chin in his hands and stared at the blackboard in a daze.

He didn't listen to a word of the teacher's lecture on the stage.

The Wen family valued education, and Wen Xia hired many tutors for him. He learned all the high school knowledge in his first year of high school.

"...That's it for this class, everyone will do their own questions in the rest of the time." The physics teacher said, and then asked the class representative to hand out the papers.

The classroom is quiet except for the rustling sound of writing.

The students in the last row of the classroom were not very interested. Headed by He Chi, they were sleeping on the table.