My Empress is My Bad Girl

Although Zhao Yuanjing has a preliminary understanding of the rules of this world.

However, some of the underlying unspoken rules still feel confused.

Especially after listening to the story of this famous book, he was even more puzzled.

Could it be that in Yundai's world, adoptive fathers and adopted daughters, elders and younger generations can also become husbands and wives?

Then it is not difficult for him to understand why Yundai has a different mindset towards Xiao Huangshu.

When he said this, the classroom burst into laughter.

Qian Juan glared at her surroundings: "Why are you laughing? How many of you have read the book by the Count of Monte Cristo?"

"I've read it." Monitor Han Yu raised his hand.

"And I."

The other boy also raised his hand.

The rest is almost gone.

"I haven't read it, so I am embarrassed to laugh? Have I emphasized many times that if you want to improve your Chinese performance, reading is essential? Read all famous books at home and abroad!" Qian Juanxun students are used to knocking on the table. When she was not on the podium at the moment, she knocked on Zhao Yuanjing's desk, "Keep writing to me. You can leave after you have finished writing."

The students had to go back and continue to write.

Only Han Yu didn't move.

She couldn't hide her shock at this moment.

Zhao Xiaojing...

Actually listening to recordings of English-language foreign masterpieces?

His English is so good?

He failed the English test last month.

Han Yu stared at Zhao Yuanjing's face and was very puzzled. He didn't understand why Zhao Xiaojing had suddenly changed so much.

It's not just a change in performance.

In fact, his entire aura has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The former Zhao Xiaojing had long hair and hung his head all day long, hiding in the corner, silent. Like a shadow.

And now Zhao Xiaojing still doesn't care much about people.

But the kind of neglect, it gives people the feeling of being cold, too lazy to take care of it. It's not the unsocial solitude of the past.

His look, eyes, temperament.

It's all different.

Maybe others can't find it.

But Han Yu is different.

From the first day of the new year, to be precise, from the day of the first day of the report, she saw Zhao Xiaojing sitting alone in the corner, and she secretly hid a secret love.

Yes.

She is a good girl in the eyes of outsiders, and she is confident that she has a good grade, and she has a crush on the boy with the worst grade in the class!

Such a gap made her feel ashamed.

She didn't want to admit it at all.

But she couldn't control herself not to pay attention to Zhao Xiaojing's every move.

For three full years, she knew Zhao Xiaojing better than anyone else.

Since he opened an account on social networking sites, the first fan to follow him was Han Yu's trumpet.

While Han Yu was a good girl with excellent grades, he was secretly obsessed with everything about Zhao Xiaojing.

She downloaded each of his COS roles, printed them out, and carefully kept them in a thick photo album.

Zhao Xiaojing's every move, every time he frowned, lost his mind, and felt sad.

She saw it all.

Han Yu stared motionlessly at the boy sitting in Zhao Xiaojing's position, plugged in headphones, and looking at the Chaogang textbook.

A terrible thought suddenly occurred in her heart.

That person, he is not Zhao Xiaojing.

This thought made Han Yu a layer of cold sweat on his back during the warm May.

He is not Zhao Xiaojing.

No, how could he not?

He looks exactly like Zhao Xiaojing.

But if you look closely, it's different everywhere.