Mu Xiaoyun's self-field may not be as strong as Xia Minghe's, but as a 28-year-old mature man who was once the general manager of Mu's Real Estate, Mu Xiaoyun's intuition is very sensitive.

For example, now, the kid around him is looking at him.

Mu Xiaoyun sneered a few times in his heart, then pretended not to know and continued reading.

The high school attached to L University is a boarding school system, in order to cultivate students' independence and unity and friendship among classmates.As for Mu Xiaoyun, as a transfer student in Class 1 of Senior Three, of course he is no exception.

Regarding the arrangement of his accommodation, teacher Gao, the teacher in charge, also made good intentions. On the one hand, he considered that he was a gifted child, and on the other hand, he was still young, so he had to be arranged in a dormitory with a good accommodation environment.For this reason, Teacher Gao arranged him in dormitory A405.

Dormitory A405 is one of the boys' dormitories in Class 1 of senior high school, and the students living in it are all top-notch in terms of grades, family background and character.

A dormitory can accommodate 4 boys, and there is an innate condition that only two boys live in this dormitory.Of these two boys, one is Li Jingfeng, and the other is Xia Minghe.When Mu Xiaoyun was arranged into the dormitory, Teacher Gao had greeted Xia Minghe. Xia Minghe didn't object at that time, but was a little curious about the 13-year-old skipper.

Now that the grade skipper was sitting next to him, Xia Minghe had no reason to be depressed.

After class, class leader Ji Xiaojie came to Mu Xiaoyun's desk with a piece of paper: "Xiao Yun, I'm class leader Ji Xiaojie, here is the list of my class members and their positions, what do you need help with?" You can find me, or you can find other class committee members."

"Thank you monitor." Mu Xiaoyun stood up, and accepted the piece of paper with a smile. It was probably made by someone in class. Mu Xiaoyun is very grateful for this kindness.

"You're welcome."

For Mu Xiaoyun, a 13-year-old skipper, most of his classmates in the third year of high school (1) were silent.In the third year of high school, it is no longer suitable to have too much curiosity, and for them, 13 years old has passed for a long time. Besides, the second semester of the third year of high school means that the college entrance examination is coming soon.

Mu Xiaoyun didn't look at the piece of paper either, he took out his English book and neatly sandwiched the piece of paper in it. Next, it was English class.However, Mu Xiaoyun poked the hand of the tablemate with his hand.

Xia Minghe raised his head, his pitch-black eyes immediately put a lot of pressure on Mu Xiaoyun.Many years later, Mu Xiaoyun suddenly understood why Xia Minghe always made him feel pressured. This probably came from Xia Minghe's powerful family background.This classmate who has been the pride of heaven since birth... my lover.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Mu Xiaoyun looked at him but didn't speak, Xia Minghe raised his eyebrows and asked.

Mu Xiaoyun opened the table and pointed to the schoolbag inside: "Can I take it off? I want to put my schoolbag."

"En." Then Xia Minghe leaned over, his slender hands reached into the desk from in front of Mu Xiaoyun, took out the schoolbag, and put it into his desk.The movement is quick, even with a touch of grace.Next, Xia Minghe continued to read.

Mu Xiaoyun glanced at Xia Minghe's hand, and was a little surprised that it was the original French work.Mu Xiaoyun likes French. When he was in college, apart from English being compulsory, French was his second language.It is no surprise that he chose French, because French sounds good.

Sensing his gaze, Xia Minghe closed the book in his hand, continued his previous expression, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Mu Xiaoyun looked back at him generously: "I also like French. Although it is not as practical as English, I think it is the most beautiful language in the world. It is just like the passion and romance of the French."

A few rays of light flashed in Xia Minghe's eyes, and the usually cold and deep eyes sparked a bit of change. "Do you also understand the enthusiasm and romance of the French?" The thin lips moved, and the voice was still light and cool, like melting ice, very pleasant to hear.

Mu Xiaoyun pursed his lips, gave Xia Minghe a blank look, and stopped talking.From what he heard, Xia Minghe's words were clearly a bully because of his young age.

kid.He cursed again in disdain.

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