Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Tang Pan couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch Su Tang's little face again.

She really likes the little girl in front of her, she is so cute and easy to pinch.

Tang Pan withdrew his hand calmly, with a calm surface, completely unable to see that he was planning to abduct the obedient little girl in front of him into his good friend, and then hugged and rubbed.

She changed the subject.

Have you heard of Jian Shubai?

Su Tang nodded obediently again.

The school bully who is handsome, good at fighting, is a man of the day in the whole A.

Although the original owner had no contact with Jian Shubai, he had heard of his name.

Of course, in the heart of the good girl, the original owner, Jian Shubai was regarded as someone who should never have any contact with her.

He's just that character. He can't be indifferent to anyone. If he throws face at you, just ignore him.

When Tang Pan said this, he didn't have any other thoughts. He just thought that the little girl in front of him seemed obedient and soft, and the school bully had that indifferent and cruel personality. It's gone... What should Su Tang do if he is angry and crying?

He usually spends one or two classes in the morning to catch up on sleep, so just ignore him.

Tang Pan is also a student who squats in class 20 all year round.

She is from a good family, and she doesn't care about the academic qualifications.

She remembered that there was a girl who purposely took the blank exam to sit with Jian Shubai. After sitting at the same table with Jian Shubai, she found various reasons to talk to him, and even woke up the boy who was sleeping on the table to ask him about his homework.

As a result, after Jian Shubai was woken up, he directly said Get out to the girl, and ran out of the classroom crying in anger.

Tang Pan also didn't think the little girl in front of him would do such a thing in order to get close to Jian Shubai on purpose.

She was just afraid that the god of learning would not get used to the school bully who would sleep in class and refuse to listen to lectures, so she would wake people up...

As soon as Tang Pan finished speaking, he saw the serious face of the little girl in front of him, I think those who are in class should listen carefully and study hard to have a better future in the future.

Tang Pan, ...

She felt like things were going in the wrong direction.

No, I mean...

Jingle Bell--

Tang Pan wanted to explain again, but the class bell had already rang, so she had no choice but to swallow what she wanted to say, and the two returned to the classroom one after the other.

When the class bell rang, the students in the classroom were still in a mess, and even a small number of students did not enter the classroom.

The teacher enters the classroom by stepping on the bell.

After seeing the situation in the classroom, he didn't intend to take care of it, as if he was used to it, he took out his textbook and started to teach.

When Su Tang sat back on his seat, the boy was still lying quietly on the table in the previous posture, his thin hair covered his beautiful browbones, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes were curled up and slender.

So beautiful that she looks like an angel who accidentally fell into the world, clean and beautiful.

Su Tang tilted her head, remembering countless times in her previous life that she was woken up by a certain reincarnation in her sleep and then...crying, she suddenly got angry and took out a pen to poke the boy's arm.

Jian Shubai lay quietly on the table. After being poked by Su Tang, he just shrank his arms.

Seeing it, Su Tang looked like a little devil, and poked again.

However, the voice is very honest.

Student, class is already in session.

Tang Pan, who heard it clearly in the front row, ...

Oh, sorry!

After being poked several times like a woodpecker by Su Tang, the boy reluctantly raised his head, raised his slender eyelashes slightly, and looked over indifferently with the pair of dark eyes under the eyelashes.