The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

There was a sound of rushing water. Bai Zhen was worried that Rong Ling was still ill, and if he took a bath on an empty stomach, he would faint.

She didn't even put down the pen in her hand, and patiently listened to the movement in the bathroom.

It wasn't until a while later that the sound of the water stopped completely, and Rong Ling's dressing was heard, and Bai Zhen finally realized what he was doing.

It's a pity that she didn't have time to regret it, the bathroom door clicked, and Rong Ling came out of the shower, with a towel in his hand to wipe his wet hair.

She was wearing a suspender top and shorts with long, straight white legs.

Rong Ling's skin was white and rosy after being soaked in hot water, and his whole body exuded steaming heat, like a peach whose branches were first irradiated by the sun in the morning after the rain.

Then she threw the towel to dry her hair on the chair, lay down on the bed and started playing with her mobile phone, without any intention of drying her hair.

Bai Zhen frowned imperceptibly, and the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, forcing herself to calm down and work on the question.

There was the rustling sound of the pen nib rubbing against the paper in the room, until Rong Ling suddenly sneezed lightly: "Ah-"

She rubbed the tip of her nose nonchalantly, and continued to play with her mobile phone.

Rong Ling was looking at what university he would go to in the future, and the farther away from his so-called family, the better.

She was so engrossed in this that she didn't even notice that Bai Zhen's hand paused while doing the question. In the end, she reluctantly put down the pen in her hand, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner, and turned on the warm air in the room.

Huh?

Rong Ling raised his head in surprise.

It's only the end of September, why is the air conditioner turned on?

She subconsciously looked in Bai Zhen's direction, but saw that the other party was still buried in the test paper, concentrating on the questions.

It was as if the beeping of the air conditioner just now was just Rong Ling's hallucination.

That's all, Rong Ling rolled on the bed with his mobile phone in his hand, squinted his eyes comfortably, and let the warm wind blow over his body.

For the students in the third and fourth classes of senior high school, the happy time is always short. After the two-day trip, everyone officially entered the intense and long sprint stage of the third year of senior high school.

Even in an aristocratic middle school like Chenguang, no matter how lazy the students are, the study atmosphere becomes much more serious in the third year of high school.

More than a month later, the weather gradually turned cold, and the days had entered the early winter, and the breath in the air could form a white mist, and Rong Ling was still the second to come to the classroom every day.

The main reason is that Bai Zhen always comes too early, and Rong Ling is really inferior.

The school did not stipulate mandatory early self-study, but Rong Ling had to work harder if he wanted to be admitted to a good university.

After all, she is different from others, and the seemingly dazzling family behind her can't be relied on at all.

As for Bai Zhen, it must be the same reason.

But Bai Zhen is different from her, one is a fake phoenix and the other is a real daughter, the illusion will be exposed sooner or later.

At that time, it is estimated that Bai Zhen will not have to work so hard.

But Rong Ling didn't care about all of this, she did well in her place, took out her Chinese textbook and endorsed: "Long breath to cover up tears, mourning for the hardships of the people's lives...Where can Fang Yuan be able to Zhou Xi, who is a different way?" And Xiangan? Bend your heart and suppress your will..."

Rong Ling's thoughts paused for a moment, and he couldn't remember the second half of the sentence: "Bend your heart and suppress your will..."

She tightened her fingers pinching the pages of the book, took a deep breath, and looked up at the chandelier above her head: "Bend your heart and suppress your ambition..."

As if consciousness was blocked by something, the second half of the sentence could not be blurted out.

Rong Ling sighed, rubbed his forehead, and lay down on the table in frustration. She had memorized this poem for a whole week, but she still hadn't memorized it. It was really difficult.

Until a cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Bend your heart and suppress your will, endure you and criticize."

Besides Bai Zhen, it couldn't be anyone else who spoke.

Who asked her to remind!

Rong Ling didn't even care about the grievances between himself and Feng Xihui, and turned around and glared.

Rong Ling's eyes widened, like a bird with fried feathers, wishing to bite Bai Zhen hard.

Unexpectedly, as if Bai Zhen didn't feel her anger, he continued to say in a calm manner: "The original meaning of this poem is that the soul is aggrieved and the spirit is suppressed, but he endures the accusation and insult. This way, the memory will be much easier to memorize." .”

Rong Ling gritted his teeth, knowing that she was talking to him, but turned his head away forcefully, and only uttered a cold word: "Oh..."

Not only because of the humiliation of self-esteem in the matter of endorsement, but also because after the last trip, Rong Ling suddenly remembered that night when he seemed to be sick and was forcibly fed medicine by her, it was really without dignity.

With new hatred and old hatred, Rong Ling didn't want to say a word to Bai Zhen, let alone look at her.

Unfortunately, things backfired, Lao Zhou, the homeroom teacher, changed his seat on the grounds that two months had passed this semester.

As for Rong Ling and Bai Zhen, the two rare top students in this class, they are naturally like stars, sitting in the middle of the class and becoming the same table.

Seeing the two sitting side by side, Lao Zhou was very satisfied, a gratified smile appeared on his fat face, and he patted the table with a ruler: "Everyone is quiet, the purpose of changing positions is to let you learn from each other better, not to let you learn from each other. When you talk to each other, you all learn from Rong Ling and Bai Zhen, who never said a word from the beginning to the end..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, there was a tacit low laughter in the class.

Rong Ling and Bai Zhen have always been at odds, so it's strange if they have something to say.

Rong Ling ignored the laughter and buried his head in the mid-term exam papers, wanting to cry without tears.

From Bai Zhen's point of view unconsciously, the girl's small mouth was so pouted that an oil pot could be hung on it, her long eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes, and even her pink cheeks were unconsciously pouting.

There was a Chinese test paper on her desk, and the score marked in red pen on it was conspicuously large - 92 points.

The full score is 150, and 90 is the pass mark, and Rong Ling almost failed.

Bai Zhen's hand holding the pen paused slightly, resisting the urge to poke her pink cheek, and continued to work on the question.

Rong Ling lay expressionlessly on the table, his whole body was like an eggplant that had only been beaten by frost, and even the dull hair on the top of his head, which used to be full of vitality, was drooping at this moment.

It is so difficult, Chinese is really difficult, it is difficult to find wrong sentences, it is difficult to read ancient poems, it is difficult to read and comprehend, and it is even more difficult to write.

Even as a genuine ancient person, even classical Chinese is difficult for her.

However, Rong Ling couldn't give up yet, because she couldn't keep her fire. It would be a matter of time before Bai Zhen's real identity was discovered and she was kicked out of the house. She might as well make plans in advance.

According to the memory of the previous life, apart from the daughter Bai Zhen, the Bai family also has a son in his 20s.

Unlike Bai Zhen, the son of the Bai family is a douchebag who can't afford to support him.

If her identity is really revealed in the future, Rong Ling thinks she is not that great, and will help her biological mother take care of her cheap brother.

Rong Ling planned to escape, far away, to a place where no one could find her.

She drew a circle on a certain location on the world map in the geography book, and decided to leave behind these irrelevant trivial matters and study abroad, but before that, she had to find a way to get more money from Rong's parents to be herself. Rong Ling couldn't bear to live a hard life.

In addition, of course, excellent college entrance examination results are indispensable.

It's just——Rong Ling glanced at the Chinese test paper in front of him again, and sighed leisurely.

She accidentally caught a glimpse of the Chinese test paper on Bai Zhen's desk.

146, the highest score in the class.

Rong Ling's eyes became more resentful, and he silently folded his paper and put it away.

She didn't know that she frowned and sighed for a while, and worried for a while, all of which fell into Bai Zhen's eyes.

It was as if Bai Zhen had been gently scratched by a feather, and inexplicable ripples appeared in her heart.

At 07:30 the next morning, it was still a classroom with only two people.

Rong Ling started a new day of reciting ancient prose, and finally finished "Li Sao", and the even more outrageous "Xiaoyaoyou" was waiting behind.

Rong Lingzhi also stumbled, her tongue and teeth were fighting like a fight, and she couldn't finish a sentence for a long time. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, she closed the book with a snap, and put the textbook on the table in a fit of anger, her cheeks bulging It's like a sulking puffer fish.

Bai Zhen turned the pen in her hand: "Actually..."

Rong Ling interrupted her suddenly: "I need your help."

She said again, "tell me, how much money do you want?"

Bai Zhen said I can help you get stuck in his throat, and the faint smile on his brows also froze inch by inch: "Okay, how much do you think is suitable?"

If it was normal, Rong Ling would definitely be generous, but now that she has no extravagant capital, she can only report a conservative number after consideration.

Bai Zhen snorted coldly: "I'm afraid it's not enough."

Rong Ling's eyes widened, she didn't expect that she would actually set up an argument with her, so she endured the pain in her heart and raised the price a bit more.

Bai Zhen didn't expect that Rong Ling would have a day when he would be reluctant to part with the money. She half-closed her eyes, listening to Rong Ling raise the price little by little, and finally said when she was about to give up: "Okay, that's the decision."

Rong Ling inexplicably felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that Bai Zhen was very patient like an angler waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Sure enough, she valued her money, the corners of Rong Ling's mouth curled up slightly, unable to express what it felt like.

It doesn't matter, anyway, in the end, it was spent on Bai Zhen's parents' money, so I didn't lose money.

The two-person tutoring time is set for two hours after school every day, just in the classroom.

As for the weekend, of course Rong Ling would not be so stupid as to let Bai Zhen go to her home. If the Rong family's parents recognized her, all her plans would be in vain, so she invited her to a nearby fast food restaurant for two Desk seats are used for study.

Of course, Rong Ling paid for the food and drinks.

It was another day of weekend, at the familiar fast food restaurant, the two found a table by the window and sat down side by side to start making up lessons.

The sycamore leaves on the street outside the window have all fallen, and the yellow leaves are blown everywhere by the wind. Rong Ling casually watched a leaf swirl in the wind, and suddenly heard Bai Zhen's voice raised a little: "Listen understand?"

"Ah?" She just came to her senses, and hurriedly turned her head to look at the other party.

Bai Zhen pursed her lips, her expression extremely worried: "Have you figured out the usages of the word "zhi" in classical Chinese? "

Rong Ling blinked, and originally wanted to nod his head to perfunctory, but then remembered that he had given money, so he quickly shook his head and said, "No..."

Bai Zhen had no choice but to tell her the story again from the beginning.

It's a pity that this kind of thing is like a heavenly book to Rong Ling. Coupled with the lack of spring and autumn, she propped her head with one hand like a chicken pecking at her chin bit by bit. fall asleep.

Bai Zhen's voice of explaining the knowledge points stopped, and he watched Rong Ling gradually fall into his arms and fell asleep unscrupulously.

She was wearing a pure white turtleneck sweater and a sweater of the same color today. She was covered in a large coat, and her face looked small and white.

The golden sunlight in the afternoon came in from the window and fell on the young girl's face. Her skin was white with a hint of pink, and the fine hairs were clearly visible.

Bai Zhen's thought of waking her up suddenly stopped.

It's not the time to eat. There are not many people in the fast food restaurant. They are all playing with their mobile phones, and no one pays attention to the movement here.

Bai Zhen's heart felt as if it was suddenly hit by something, and the unprecedented vibration spread through the blood, trembling all the way to the fingertips.

She leaned over slowly, and touched the unconscious girl's left cheek lightly.

She moves so fast that no one should notice.

However, the moment he looked up, Bai Zhen saw Jing Zixiao who was staring at Jing Zixiao with a basketball pinned to his waist outside the window.

The author has something to say: as the saying goes, it’s better to come early than to be coincidental...