After rebirth, the soft and small milk bag vest can no longer cover

Lin Sisi was stunned for a moment, and the teacher asked in a low voice: "Ms. Mu, what's wrong? Don't you know how to get to your seat? It's the left seat by the window in the second group of the first row."

She nodded quickly, then walked down from the podium. Each step she took was extremely slow, with her head lowered very low, because the scrutinizing looks from the group of little kids around her made her feel extremely uncomfortable. But she didn't expect that before she had taken a few steps, she would be in front of the so-called young master of the Qian family, Qian Jiahong. When she looked up, she met his gaze. He was very calm, but his eyes revealed other meanings, like scrutiny, and like ridicule. There was a hint of arc at the corner of his mouth, which made Lin Sisi very uncomfortable. After glaring at him fiercely, she pulled away the stool and sat down, looking straight ahead and no longer looking at him.

Qian Jiahong: “?”

But Lin Sisi was thinking in her heart that the expression on this little brat's face just now was clearly mocking her, mocking the way she cried her heart out that day!

The more Lin Sisi thought about it, the more she felt that it was true, and in the end, the way she looked at people became unfriendly.

This child cannot be kept!

If she were in ancient times, she would have killed the person to silence him.

The teacher stood in front of the blackboard and changed the subject, saying, "Student Qian Jiahong, Student Mu Jingyue has just arrived here and doesn't have a textbook yet. Please lend her half of the book."

Qian Jiahong said yes, and the teacher began to teach at the podium, teaching a very basic ancient poem. The classroom was quiet, with only the teacher's clear and pleasant voice.

Lin Sisi felt confused and nostalgic for the scene of sitting in an elementary school classroom and listening to the teacher's lecture. The last memory of it was still lingering in her vague mind decades ago. Now she was sitting in this elementary school classroom again as a child, and it still felt a little strange.

Because she was thinking about something, she didn't even notice when Qian Jiahong handed the book to her. Finally, Qian Jiahong looked at her profile and pushed her elbow to bring her back to her senses.

She had an unfriendly expression on her face, stared at him and whispered, "What?"

Qian Jiahong was not angry, but said coldly: "Read a book."

Lin Sisi said "oh" and her eyes were not on the book at all. She just looked at Qian Jiahong, wishing she could poke a hole in his face.

Originally, Lin Sisi was still thinking about whether she should ask him about what happened in the conference room that day to see what he thought, but she couldn't think of the words to start. Looking at his face, she suddenly started to look him up.

By the way, the name of the young master of the Qian family is quite nice, and he looks good too, quite pretty. I didn't see him so closely last time, but now it seems that he is quite good-looking. He will definitely be a handsome boy when he grows up. It's just that this little brat always has a stern face, making him look like a small boss, very arrogant and not easy to talk to.

Lin Sisi was looking at him. Qian Jiahong felt a little uneasy under the big watery eyes of the girl in front of him, so he asked: "What's wrong? Is there anything you want to ask?"

Lin Sisi came back to her senses and quickly turned her gaze towards the teacher who was giving a lecture on the podium. She muttered, "I won't tell you. Also, don't talk to me."

Qian Jiahong: “?”

He didn't offend her, did he?

After the class was over, the girls around who were dressed in fancy clothes came over and greeted her with a smile. Lin Sisi smiled and stuck out her lips as if she was entertaining guests, talking to people left and right, she was so happy.

Although this joy was pretended by Lin Sisi.