Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Xue Hanchen thought about what Jian Shubai said to Su Tang just now, and suddenly he realized everything.

He raised his head with difficulty.

The young man was looking down at him, his fair and delicate face was clean and indifferent, his dark pupils were as gloomy as a piece of ink, and as cold as ice, wrapped in a sharp chill, with his head bowed, it gave people an inexplicable feeling. A fragile porcelain feel.

It's like a patchwork of reflections on the surface of the lake, which will shatter when touched lightly.

This guy...does he really like Su Tang?

Xue Hanchen felt complacent for a moment, he almost subconsciously wanted to open his mouth, showing off how much Su Tang liked him, and how intimate he had been with Su Tang... Of course, 90% of it was nonsense.

He was beaten so badly.

Why don't you let him say something to sting the person who beat him?

But when he met those eyes that were so cold that there was almost no human emotion, Xue Hanchen was timid again, he said embarrassingly.

No, no...

There is no best.

Jian Shubai indifferently let go of the person in his hand, narrowed his long and narrow black pupils, and his voice sounded dangerously condescending.

You'd better stay away from her in the future.

...

Jian Shubai sat in the car where the driver came to pick him up, with a cold face all the way, without saying a word.

The driver looked at him suspiciously in the rearview mirror.

Although the former young master was also cold and didn't say a word along the way, most of the time it was because of laziness.

The most common thing to do is to lazily lean on the back seat of the car, watching the tablet while eating strawberry candy.

Although there is no emotion on the face, it can be felt, and the emotion is still pleasant.

But today...

It was extremely cold.

The driver didn't dare to talk to Jian Shubai along the way, but speeded up and took the boy back to the villa in a shorter time than usual.

Jian's father also felt that today's Jian Shubai was extremely wrong.

After returning home, he entered the bedroom without making a sound, locked himself in the bedroom, and didn't know what to do.

After a while, he came out of the bedroom without making a sound, took a stack of books from the small study he had never been in, and went back to the bedroom.

This surprised Father Jane.

Jian Shubai has had zero grades all year round since he was a child, and his schooling depends on connections. When did he touch books?

The teenager didn't mean to explain either.

He gave him a cold look, then went back to the room with the book in his arms.

Father Jane didn't ask much.

Although their family has a big business, they are not afraid that Jian Shubai will not have a job if he doesn't study.

But his son can change his mind and decide to study hard, and he has nothing to stop him.

Jian Shubai went to the study room and carried back to the bedroom the books he had brought home and hadn't touched since the beginning of school, then sat silently on the chair, looking expressionlessly at the pile of clean books piled up on the desk. books.

What the girl said during the day kept repeating in my mind.

I like long and good-looking ones.

Good grades.

People who can take the exam with her to the highest university in the country.

Jian Shubai threw down the pen in his hand a little irritatedly, touched his face with his white fingertips, his beautiful browbones slightly wrinkled, thinking uncertainly.

He should be considered... good-looking, right?

The boy was silent for a while.

It's like making a big decision.

Take a deep breath.

With slender and fair fingers, she opened the never-opened book in front of her, and her dark brown hair rested silently on the tip of her shiny ears, covering the gradually darkening crimson color.

The young man pursed his lips.

Then learn it.

After being admitted to the highest institution in the country——

Just go after her.