Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

As time passed, several school leaders finally walked out of the background, and it was still the principal who went up to preside over the overall situation.

He touched his forehead first, and then said: "After consultation with several of our teachers and leaders, we finally decided to move the first place of Grade A to the second. Next, we will start awarding certificates. Please these classes Squad leader came to the stage to receive the award..."

"Damn!" Philia clenched her fleshy little fist, and said angrily: "In this way, isn't Xu Niannian the number one in that class?"

Originally, Xu Niannian's class was the biggest rival, but now, the blackboard newspaper with the largest percentage is also ranked first by Xu Niannian's class. In this way, the award for the best art class is suddenly more difficult to win.

Since the beginning of the Culture and Art Week, every student in the class has worked hard to rush to the best art class, but now it seems that this award has changed from being easy to get to it.

Although the other classes are still not satisfied with this result, it is hard to say anything after seeing them being caught from the first place. The scene is stabilized.

"Early summer...or else you, like Xu Niannian, grabbed the headmaster's microphone and talked about it? Looking at your face, I guess the headmaster will still give us the number one." A girl said hesitantly.

The girl said so, and other classmates immediately echoed: "Yes, early summer, you go and talk to the principal. Or, you go and talk to Master Qilu, Master Qilu, this number one is not ours? "

"Yes..." a boy said: "That Suyuan was also invited by you. It is not because of you that we were reported. Otherwise, you would sacrifice..."

An Chuxia squeezed the corners of her skirt tightly, and her eyes calmly fell on Fang Yuan.

If it weren't for Fangyuan, she wouldn't even know Suyuan. If it wasn't for Fang Yuan's persuasion, how could she call Suyuan to help?

However, the person who offered to call Suyuan for help at the moment looked down at his toes without saying a word.

Perhaps this is the human heart?

An Chuxia retracted her gaze, her gaze is still calm, this understanding is really chilling.

"It turns out that Suyuan was called by you... Then you should go and get our number one back." One of the girls even said aggressively.

She really didn't expect that the people who were still united would point the finger at herself in an instant.

What should I do? Losing your temper is inevitable, it will only make things worse.

Is it really the same as Xu Niannian?

However, it is obviously impossible to do that, and it will only make people in other classes look at their class with strange eyes. Even if they get the best art class, people in other classes will not recognize them.

"Are you enough?" Philia held her hand at this moment and looked at them with piercing eyes. "This matter is not Chuxia's fault. Why did you make her do this?"

"Why? Just because Suyuan was called by her!"

Everyone was still reluctant and didn't mean to let her go. But because of her identity, she only dared to use her tongue.

"You..." Philia was desperate, but she couldn't find anything else to refute for a while.

An Chuxia glanced at Fang Yuan again, Fang Yuan also just raised his head to look at her, but immediately lowered his head again.

Obviously a word can help her out, but he is afraid that everyone will turn the finger on her. An Chuxia's lips half curled up, and the corners of her mouth were cold.

Just as she was about to speak, someone suddenly pulled her past her.

"You..." She opened her mouth slightly in astonishment.

"You almost said enough, right? She was clearly reported maliciously, but she pointed the finger at Chuxia. Even if Suyuan was called by Chuxia, her intention was good. Besides, aside this matter, are you all? Have you forgotten? How did the grades of our class make rapid progress? Are you all white-eyed wolves?!" A sonorous voice, firm eyes, protecting her mind, stand up at this time Yes, it turned out to be An Chenchuan who hadn't spoken to her for a long time.

He is low-key, but he is the son of An Yishan.

With this weight, everyone had to shut their mouths.

At this moment, the class leader has taken the certificate back. Seeing that the atmosphere in the class is a little bit wrong, he thought it was the first to become the second, and they persuaded everyone to relax. The best art class still has a chance to get it.

"Ahem." The principal stood on the stage and asked to clear his throat and said: "The following is also the most important procedure of this cultural and art week, that is, the award of the best art class. Which two classes can become the best art? What about the class? Ask our art team leader Mr. Jin to announce."

It is worth mentioning that the third year of high school does not participate in the evaluation of the best art classes, and the best art class will be produced every year in the first year of high school.

The best art class for the first year of high school last year was the class where Han Qilu was located, which is also considered popular.

And this year, Han Qilu's second-year high school A class still has outstanding results, and is the class most likely to win the title of best art class.

"Thank you." She nodded, thanking her sincerely.

Thanks to An Chenchuan, she was able to retreat completely without quarreling with others and hurting her harmony.

"I just said what I should say, don't forget, you are my father's goddaughter, aren't you?" An Chenchuan curled up his mouth and smiled before returning to his position.

"An Chenchuan is too low-key, I almost forgot that his father is An Yishan. By the way..." Feria paused, lowered his voice and said, "Didn't he still like you before?"

An Chuxia's eyes sank: "Don't mention the past."

At this moment, Mr. Jin said: "I am honored to be able to announce the winner of the best art class. Then I will start the announcement from our second year of high school. I announced that the best art class of this year's high school won the class. For—Class A in the second grade!"

really! With three influential figures in charge, it is almost effortless to win this award in Class A of the second year.

After speaking the award speech, Mr. Jin once again announced the winner of the best art class for the first year of high school.

"It's our Grade One C! Congratulations!" Teacher Jin took the lead and applauded, and the people in Grade C of Grade One screamed excitedly.

"I'll just say! We are so different from their class. The first place in the blackboard newspaper was taken away by them. This best art class is not ours!" Feria said, covering her mouth in a hurry, cautiously He looked at her and asked: "Early summer, I didn't mean to blame you, I just..."

"I know." She curled her mouth and said gently: "I know you didn't mean that."

Not far away, a pair of eyes fell on An Chuxia's body.

"This is just the beginning..." Marg murmured.

"But—" After the award, Mr. Jin changed his conversation and said with a smile: "Our high school year is very competitive, and our high school Class A is a little bit different from the first place. Look at them. Because of the unity and competitive spirit of the class, the school decided to temporarily award us a best style award for Grade A in Grade One. The trophy will be produced next week and sent to Grade A in Grade One. I also hope that next year , You can still see everyone’s competitive spirit!"

Applause broke out in the audience.

The principal came to the stage again, and after finishing his concluding remarks, he talked about paying attention to safety during the weekend. This week finally came to an end with the lively music on the radio.

"Qilu, what's the best style award... did you propose?" When leaving, Xiao Mingluo stepped forward and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Han Qilu paused, looked at Xiao Mingluo sharply, and asked, "Am I such a boring person?"

As soon as the first student walked to the door of the classroom, he was dragged in by a dark shadow.

Before she could scream, she heard Meng Xiaonan ask anxiously: "How about? Whose is the best art class?"

The girl rolled her eyes fiercely: "It's not because of...Forget it, I don't want to say it."

She probably wanted to say that An Chuxia was not, but after thinking about it, she didn't really have much to do with An Chuxia.

"Why is that class? Isn't our class the first place in the blackboard newspaper competition?" Meng Xiaonan asked eagerly: "What the **** is going on? Can anyone explain it to me?"

It happened that Philia walked into the classroom and talked about the whole thing with a gloomy face, but deliberately ignored everyone's accusation of An Chuxia. Because An Chuxia deliberately told her not to tell Meng Xiaonan about this.

"Xu Niannian, this bitch!" Meng Xiaonan clenched his fists through gritted teeth, and the joints of his entire hand turned terribly white.

Philia took a deep look at her, stretched out her hand and patted her shoulder to comfort her: "Forget it, we are not as cheap as people, we can only forget it. Isn't there a best style award? Anyway Award, and the reward for the best art class of this year is a trip to Bali. Anyway, I am going to Australia during the winter vacation, and that award is of no use to me. And the prize of the Fashion Award is 1,000 yuan per person. Voucher, now I don’t have to worry about my parents not giving me pocket money!"

Obviously, Meng Xiaonan didn't listen to these words. She pulled Philia's hand away, and rushed out of the classroom aggressively, passing by An Chuxia who came back from the toilet.

"Where is Jiangnan going?" An Chuxia asked Philia smoothly.

Philia was stunned for a while, and then his entire expression changed: "Isn't this guy looking for Xu Niannian? Ohmygod! If this is really going to Xu Niannian, it will be a big deal! There will definitely be a fight!"

"Go to Xu Niannian?" An Chuxia's heart missed a beat, but her body reacted quickly. She turned around and ran outside. Filia and a few other classmates followed suit.

You should know that Meng Xiaonan is also the master who can do everything. Few people can really stop her!

An Chuxia rushed all the way to the door of Xu Niannian's class, but saw a few people surrounding Meng Xiaonan, all of them looked bad: "I said that Sister Niannian has gone home, you should get out of here! Don't! It's an eyesore here!"