Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Before Song Qiao came here, the original owner received a special invitation from the Alli Business School. The kids in Shangougou knew what career planning was, so they chose the most awesome majors in the college's introduction. Perhaps in her opinion, the best major must be the most employable. It's a pity that the original owner, Luo Yiyi, didn't understand the meaning of the four words "Aristocratic Academy". If she understood, she wouldn't choose this major even to death.

Yes, she chose MBA.

In Mary Sue novels, a boss must have majors.

This was of course a cruel thing for the original owner, but for Song Qiao, it was like a duck in water. She was even choosing elective subjects, preparing to complete the credits within two years and then apply to study outside the school.

Of course, if you want to complete the plan she made, the first step must be to take good care of your health.

So on the first day of school, when the male and female protagonists were going back and forth in the classroom without giving in due to seating issues, Song Qiao was eating snacks.

Song Qiao was eating snacks when Gu Mingjun's dog leg No. 1 began to be courteous to her and secretly said bad things about Su Wanqing.

When Xie Yuzhou was successfully elected as squad leader and everyone was rejoicing, Song Qiao was eating snacks.

Gu Mingjun, who didn't know when he sat next to Song Qiao, frowned, as if the person in front of him was not a roommate but an African refugee, "Are you a pig? You haven't stopped since you entered the classroom!"

Song Qiao finished a pack of beef jerky and wiped her mouth, "I'm too thin and need to supplement my nutrition." Her eyes were sincere, her tone was serious, and she stretched out her hand to show Gu Mingjun her wrist.

Gu Mingjun lowered his head, and sure enough, Song Qiao's wrist was slender, skinny and bone-like, without any sense of beauty and looked extremely pitiful.

This time, Gu Mingjun rarely sprayed venom. She looked at Song Qiao, "Did your family abuse you?"

"No, everyone is like this. My grandma has given me everything she can." Song Qiao said calmly. Is Luo Yiyi’s life experience miserable? It is indeed miserable, but there are countless miserable people in this world. At least she has grandparents to raise her and support her in school. At least she has walked out of the mountains. Those girls who were sold by their parents to marry when they were just 13 years old continue to suffer. Can't even write.

Grandma, Gu Mingjun pursed her lips and turned around to fiddle with her phone.

Within two seconds, Song Qiao's phone vibrated. She opened it and saw that Gu Mingjun had transferred 80,000 yuan to her.

? ? ? Song Qiao looked confused, "Why are you transferring money to me? Didn't you give me the money before?" She had already finished making the bed.

Gu Mingjun glanced at her sideways, "Aren't you happy, sister? From today on, you are mine. If I let you go east, you can't go west, if I let you run, you can't walk. Do you understand?"

Gee, what an annoying little brat. She does good things and makes people want to scold her. Song Qiao really wants to tell this woman that she is one year older than her.

However, considering that the start-up funds were in place, Song Qiao still showed a smile and clasped his fists at Gu Mingjun, "I obey, Your Highness, Princess."

He was very satisfied with the title, and Gu Mingjun's eyebrows almost danced. She raised her chin and replied proudly: "No courtesy."

Two rows away, Dogleg No. 1 from the original timeline gritted his teeth and said bitterly to Dogleg No. 2 next to him: "Is Gu Mingjun blind?! He actually chatted with that ugly guy! I told her about that Su Wan Qing is plotting against Master Murong, but she still doesn’t do anything!!”

"It's just that there's something wrong with her brain."

The two people murmured behind Gu Mingjun's back, and occasionally glanced at Su Wanqing, who was sitting with Murong Qi.

To Song Qiao's surprise, Xie Yuzhou took the initiative to talk to her. "Meet Luo again." As a monitor, knowing every student's name is an essential skill, not to mention Xie Yuzhou, who has always been strict with himself.

She stood in the aisle and greeted Song Qiao, her temperament was like orchid, elegant and dignified.

Song Qiao raised his head slightly and smiled lightly at her: "What a coincidence. Congratulations, classmate."

Song Qiao soon stopped laughing because of the cold air coming from Gu Mingjun next to him, "Huh...have you met before?"

Before Xie Yuzhou could speak, Jiang Wenzhong, who had been paying close attention here, suddenly spoke: "It seems you don't know yet, Gu Mingjun, Luo Yiyi used to work at Rose Coffee, didn't she tell you?"

His voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear. After all, there were only thirty people in this class.

Everyone fell silent for a moment and looked at Song Qiao collectively.

There were only two special admissions students in this class. Su Wanqing had a pure and pleasant appearance, and the school had just started. Gu Mingjun didn't target her, so no one had any prejudice against her, except Murong Qi's dream girls.

Song Qiao, on the other hand, was transparent from the beginning due to her thin body and dull complexion. If Gu Mingjun hadn't suddenly sat next to her, everyone would have almost forgotten that there was such a person in the class.

At this time, because of Jiang Wenzhong's words, everyone's attention was attracted, and for a moment, their eyes fell on Song Qiao in surprise, contempt, or indifference.

An average person might have cried at this time, because this kind of attention is the most hurtful.

Of course, Song Qiao was not an ordinary person. To her, this level of provocation was just child's play. She didn't even bother to do anything. She just answered calmly and simply, "Is there anything shameful about me working at Rose Coffee? Do you need me to buy something?" A loudspeaker to broadcast to the whole school?" She looked at Jiang Wenzhong without showing any signs of weakness.

Jiang Wenzhong was stunned for a moment, and then became annoyed. He had always regarded himself as a proud man of heaven, and had been extremely intelligent since he was a child. Even Murong Qi, who had a better family background than him, he never paid attention to him, and most of the time he used Murong Qi as a gun. make. I didn't expect to be questioned by an ugly man in the ravine.

"Oh, the school has waived all fees for you. Why, you are still short of money? Do you need me to help you raise funds?" Jiang Wenzhong sneered.

Before Song Qiao could fight back, he heard a bang and the sound of slamming on the table. For a moment everyone turned around and saw that it was Su Wanqing.

Her cheeks were red at this time, and she looked at Jiang Wenzhong with round eyes, looking angry. "You've gone too far, Jiang Wenzhong! We are poor, but we have ambition! We make money with our own hands. What right do you have to look down on us! It's better than a bastard like you who is just sitting on the family's merits and waiting to die!"

She is indeed a heroine, these three views are so correct. Song Qiao wanted to stand up and applaud Su Wanqing. She was a bastard without three views, but that didn't stop her from appreciating an upright and kind person like Su Wanqing.

Murong Qi was startled, and then he stood up, "What are you yelling at? My brother provoked you! So what's the relationship between Luo Yiyi and you? Why are you pretending to be the boss?"

Su Wanqing glared at Murong Qi, "I'm the same as you! I'm ashamed to sit at the same table with you!" As she said that, she picked up her bag, turned around and ran to sit behind Song Qiao.

amount……

Song Qiao's hatred level was instantly filled up. She looked at Murong Qi, who was so angry that he was about to explode in the next second, and then looked at Jiang Wenzhong, who had a gloomy face and didn't know what he was planning. She wanted to flip the table for a moment.

"Jiang Wenzhong, apologize." Gu Mingjun, who had been watching silently, suddenly spoke, shocking everyone.

Jiang Wenzhong sneered, "Why should I apologize? Is it wrong that I want to help her raise donations?"

Gu Mingjun was still sitting, but her eyes were extremely cold. She looked at Jiang Wenzhong, "Revealing other people's privacy without their permission, and doing despicable things in the name of helping. Is this the tutor of your Jiang family?"