The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Fortunately, the life of junior high school students is two points and one line in the classroom and dormitory. Three days will soon pass, and Rong Ling only needs to wait two more days before he can go back to eat something good.

Although it is not much better,? But it is much fresher than the daily pickles and white rice.

At noon that day, after having a full lunch, Rong Ling hadn't returned to the dormitory to take a nap, so he wrote a manuscript for a while.

The last sci-fi essay was finished, and something else popped up in her mind.

Hmm? How about writing a story about a demon girl.

Rong Ling didn't know why. It was as if these things were already in her mind. She didn't even need to think about them, and she didn't need to look up the information. She could write them out smoothly.

Just as Rong Ling plunged into her own world, a classmate who walked in suddenly called her name: "Rong Ling, is someone looking for you outside?"

Rong Ling hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, and hid the manuscript paper under the textbook.

As she walked out, she wondered who it would be.

Today is not a day for going to the market. Normally, Ma Xiaoping would not come, but apart from her, Rong Ling couldn't think of anyone else.

Until she saw the person standing outside the classroom door, she paused: "Sister Wei, why are you here?"

The person who came was Wei Yijia. Today she was wearing a white shirt, paired with a pair of jeans that are popular in big cities, and a pair of plain canvas shoes on her feet. Her straight black long hair hung on her shoulders.

With such a simple dress, Rong Ling couldn't help sighing in his heart, "It's good to be tall and fair-skinned. Wei Yijia's body will still be at the level of a highly sought-after model 30 years later, and she can directly shoot magazine blockbusters.

It was the hot and unbearable autumn tiger, and Wei Yijia rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a silver-plated Shanghai brand watch on his slender wrist.

She looked down at the time before looking at Rong Ling: "I didn't bother you, did I?"

"No." Rong Ling hurriedly shook his head, "Why is my sister here suddenly?"

"Grandma heard that you have entered school, let me bring something over."

It was only then that Rong Ling noticed that there was a big cloth bag in her hand, which seemed to be heavily filled with things.

The third grandma was alone, and Ma Xiaoping would always think of her when she had any delicious food. In this barren age, the two families often sent food to each other. Rong Ling did not doubt that there was him. Seeing that the things were too heavy, he quickly reached out to help Wei Yijia.

"It's okay..." Wei Yijia avoided her movements and took a step forward, "I'll take you to the dormitory for you."

Rong Ling kept up with her, and the two walked side by side. Her height was only as tall as Wei Yijia's chest? Naturally, her legs were much shorter.

However, Wei Yijia seemed to deliberately slow down and asked how Rong Ling was doing at school.

Rong Ling only thought of her as a junior, and answered sternly, not noticing the warmth in Wei Yijia's eyes on her.

The other students in the dormitory have just come back and haven't had time to take a nap.

Rong Ling didn't have to worry about disturbing them, he generously led Wei Yijia to his bed.

It is said to be a bed, but it is actually the place occupied by a mat. When it is cold, a quilt is spread on the mat.

The two of them took off their shoes and stepped on the mat, and accidentally crossed the boundary into someone else's bed. The smell of the food in the dormitory mixed with the damp water vapor, brewing an indescribable rotten smell.

Wei Yijia frowned slightly.

Rong Ling thought that she couldn't bear this kind of environment, and hurriedly took out the small key to open the box: "Sister, wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

Feng Xihui couldn't help sighing softly: "If you don't feel comfortable living here..."

"How could it be?" This was an opportunity he had finally won for the original body. Rong Ling was afraid that Wei Yijia would persuade him to drop out of school, so he hurriedly interrupted her, "Thousands of fertile fields only eat three meals a day, and ten thousand rooms in Guangsha only sleep on a couch." Three feet, I think this is pretty good."

As if to make his words more convincing, Rong Ling nodded himself: "Really!"

Feng Xihui's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the top of Rong Ling's head.

Her long and slender fingers had clear and strong knuckles, and her palm was dry and warm. When Rong Ling realized it, Wei Yijia had already withdrawn her hand.

Rong Ling blinked and said nothing, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

Sure enough, in the eyes of others, she was still a child.

If Wei Yijia knew that he was actually an adult long ago, and had experienced a different world, he would probably be scared to death.

After putting away the bag, Rong Ling sent Wei Yijia out of the school gate.

Before leaving, Wei Yijia did not forget to ask: "There are eggs in the bag, don't forget to eat two eggs every day."

"Hmm..." Rong Ling nodded.

"Eat other things early, and don't leave them for too long, or they will go bad in hot weather."

"it is good……"

"Also..." probably realizing that he was too nagging, Feng Xihui stopped talking, "Take care of yourself."

"I see..." Rong Ling waved at her, "Sister Wei is the same."

Feng Xihui finally couldn't find anything else to say, so he left.

At noon, the news that a beautiful sister came to find Rong Ling spread throughout the class.

After Rong Ling took a nap in the dormitory and came to the classroom, the boy who called Wei Yijia for her earlier asked, "Hey Rong Ling, who was that girl just now? Is it your sister?"

Before Rong Ling could speak, there was a disdainful voice behind her: "Tch, it's no wonder she has such a beautiful sister."

The one who grabbed the conversation was also a boy named Zhang Yao. Rong Ling directly ignored this kind of hairless kid: "It's the sister of my relative's family."

Several classmates who had met Wei Yijia echoed and praised: "It's really beautiful, doesn't your sister need to work? Why does she look so white and clean?"

"She looks so gentle, a bit like Miss Jia's Mansion in Dream of the Red Chamber."

"It's really so beautiful? If I knew it was noon, I wouldn't leave too early."

Teenagers in this age group were just beginning to recognize their appearance, and the envy in everyone's voices was undisguised, and the topic gradually shifted to their brothers and sisters who were also good-looking among their relatives.

The lively conversation had to come to an end when the class bell rang.

It was math class in the afternoon, Rong Ling spread out the textbook, and when the teacher was teaching on the stage, she felt someone poke her back behind her.

Sitting behind Rong Ling was Zhang Yao who had taunted her earlier.

Rong Ling turned around and glared at Zhang Yao, seeing the deliberate look on his face.

Rong Ling moved the stool forward, and on the surface continued to listen to the class seriously, but began to recall Zhang Yao's experience in the original world in his mind.

In the local language, Zhang Yao is a bastard who didn't finish his studies. He went to work outside after graduating from junior high school. He just caught up with the good times and finally became a potbellied winery owner. He is as thin as a monkey now. They look like two different people.

But this has nothing to do with Rong Ling, she originally planned to continue to attend the class, but Zhang Yao refused to let her go, leaned forward and poked Rong Ling's back with the tip of a pencil, and called her in a low voice: "Rural bumpkin..."

Rong Ling only wanted to complete the task, but that didn't mean she was easy to bully.

At this moment, Rong Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked Zhang Yao's calf that was just under his stool: "Are you sick?"

Zhang Yao didn't expect her to kick so hard, and let out a cry of pain.

The movement of the two naturally did not miss the ears of Teacher Sun on the podium. She turned around while she was writing on the blackboard, and looked at the two with disgust on her face: "What are you doing?"

Before the person could answer, someone raised his hand from behind and stood up: "Teacher, I saw it just now. It was Rong Ling who kicked Zhang Yao."

Tell me, three cannons, master, you drink urine when you drink!

The vulgar words from Yuanshen's memory came to Rong Ling's mind, and he explained: "It was he who..."

"Enough!" Before Rong Ling finished speaking, a blackboard eraser flew over from the teacher's hand.

Rong Ling moved away nimbly, and the person hit by the blackboard eraser became Zhang Yao behind her.

"You two..." Teacher Sun's sharp voice sounded, "Get out and stand outside."

Standing still, Rong Ling got up first and walked to the door of the classroom. Zhang Yao followed and stood half a meter away.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Teacher Sun was still dragging the class. When students from other classes passed by, they looked at him unabashedly.

Finally, before the class bell was about to ring, Teacher Sun finally came out of the classroom. She glanced at the two of them, let out a cold snort from her nostrils, and left.

In this kind of environment, the teacher's words are the imperial decree. If she doesn't ask the two to go back to the classroom, no one will dare to move.

In the afternoon, the sun in September was burning on her face, until the next class, the biology teacher came, and when she saw the two standing outside, she said softly, "Let's go to class first."

Hearing these words, Zhang Yaoru was granted an amnesty, and walked into the classroom ahead of Rong Ling.

Until the next day, teacher Du, who knew what happened, called the two to the office.

After listening to the cause and effect, he naturally played [-] big boards each, no one was biased, and everyone was scolded.

In the end, Teacher Du decided to let the two sit separately and not allow Zhang Yao to bully Rong Ling any more. If Rong Ling was bullied, he would report to the teacher immediately.

"It is said that when a boy likes girls, he shows that he likes to bully them." Sun Xiufang, who had punished the two of them before, said eccentrically, "Ms. Du, you are a female classmate, you are very attractive."

The bitterness in her tone could not be concealed, and Rong Ling couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Sensing her gaze, Sun Xiufang patted the table: "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I will call your parents to take you back tomorrow. You will never want to study again in your life."

"Okay, okay..." Teacher Du hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "Children are ignorant, Teacher Sun, don't bother with her."

Sun Xiufang snorted, and then fell silent.

When Rong Ling finished listening to the training and came to the logistics department to pick up her own lunch box, only her own box was left in the big iron frame for steaming rice.

Rong Ling touched it, but luckily it was warm.

She returned to the dormitory with the lunch box in her arms, used the wooden box as a table, and sat on the mat to eat.

Halfway through eating, Rong Ling suddenly remembered that Wei Yijia had said that there were eggs in the bag, and he wondered if they were crushed or not.

Rong Ling quickly put the bowl aside and opened the box.

Fortunately, all the eggs were placed outside and wrapped in another oiled paper bag.

Rong Ling lifted them out and put them away carefully before he could see what was underneath.

Canned yellow peaches, instant milk powder, jelly, beef jerky, milk chips, a box of chocolates, and fruit hard candies.

The candies are wrapped in colorful sugar wrappers, exuding colorful light.

Rong Ling couldn't help twisting one, unwrapped the candy wrapper and put it in his lips.

It's sweet with hints of sweetness, and the taste of peaches is not strong, but it is enough to dispel all the haze.

The author has something to say: I finally updated it before the sun rose, and punished myself with three cups for my recent depravity (a cup of little bit, a cup of tea Baidao, and a cup of Marumado)