Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

On the first day of school, he was late.

He also led his girlfriend into the campus swaggeringly.

Handsome men and beautiful women, no matter how you look at them, they match well.

Kuang Mu sat in the classroom, holding the edge of the table tightly with his fingers, and looked closely at the two people downstairs.

The classroom is on the third floor with a good view.

It happened to be able to see the students who were in class in a teaching building opposite.

Kuang Mu squinted his eyes, following the two people downstairs closely.

Qiu Qing and Ji Xiaohuan walked up the stairs without any panic, chatting and laughing, and separated when they walked side by side to the corridor on the second floor.

Ji Xiaohuan leaned against the wall and stopped, bent down and said something to Qiu Qing with a smile.

Kuang Mu clenched his lower lip, he felt that Ji Xiaohuan's smiling face was really flamboyant and dazzling.

It's not pretty at all...

Qiu Qing liked this very much, she pursed her lips and smiled at Ji Xiaohuan, then bounced up to the third floor and entered the classroom.

Ten minutes later, two more late students entered the classroom, and Ji Xiaohuan slowly put away his phone, straightened up and went upstairs.

Kuang Mu realized later that the couple was trying to avoid suspicion.

Thinking of this Kuang Mu's heart was a little uncomfortable, causing him to start to feel sick.

He pursed his lips, leaned back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and clasped the corner of the table with his fingers.

While buckling back, he pondered silently.

Since you are afraid of being discovered by the teacher, it is better not to fall in love.

What is the difference between talking about this kind of love and being a thief.

It seems that I don't like it too much.

Thinking of this, Kuang Mu felt suddenly much more comfortable in his heart.

When get out of class was over, Qin Mi at the front desk told Kuang Mu a new news—the provincial math competition had started.

"Kuang Mu, you are also eligible for the competition, do you want to sign up?" Qin Mi asked Kuang Mu.

Autumn is here, and the evening wind is a bit cold. It blows into Kuang Mu's neck along the window sill, making his hands and feet cold, but Kuang Mu still stubbornly does not close the window.

Kuang Mu unscrewed the water glass and took two sips of hot water, put his fingers around the collar of his school uniform, and habitually looked out the window: "No."

"Ah—there are only three people in our class who meet the entry criteria, why don't you go—"

At this time, the classroom in the opposite building was over, and Kuang Mulian didn't have the energy to talk to Qin Mi, so he turned around and stared out the window intently.

Kuang Mu saw Ji Xiaohuan and Qiu Qing walking together again.

Qiu Qing bouncingly walked in front, while Ji Xiaohuan held her schoolbag with one hand and followed behind her with a smile,

Kuang Mu suddenly realized something.

He looked behind him, and found that the tablemate Xiaoyan and the front desk Qin Mi had also packed their schoolbags and planned to leave the classroom.

Kuang Mu frowned and asked, "School is over?"

Qin Mi zipped up her schoolbag: "No, this is the third class in the afternoon, and there is still a self-study class."

"Then where are you going?"

"We're going to the race class."

"What competition class?"

Qin Mi raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to explain.

It was only then that Kuang Mu realized that because the school attached great importance to this math competition, it specially organized a competition intensive class and invited well-known professors from Z University to teach.

All participating students have to go to class every night for self-study and Saturday.

After saying this, Qin Mi was about to leave, but Kuang Mu stood up and grabbed Qin Mi's clothes. He stood a little anxiously, and he couldn't straighten up because of the cold wind: "...cough cough cough."

Kuang Mu covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Qin Mi, who is participating in this math competition?"

Qin Mi looked at Kuang Mu in surprise.

On weekdays, Kuang Mu looks cold and always has a poker face. Everyone in the class discusses whether he has no expression at all.

This was the first time Qin Mi saw his expression change.

Qin Mi paused: "...Our class is me and Huang Tianliang. If we talk about all the contestants, there are too many contestants. Oh, by the way, last year's No.1 Ji Xiaohuan also participated."

Kuang Mu was stunned.

"Do you know who Ji Xiaohuan is?" Qin Mi became interested as soon as he mentioned the handsome guy, and she blinked at Kuang Mu: "Here, it's the handsome guy in the opposite building, a sophomore in high school, not only studies well, but also Very handsome..."

"How to sign up for the math competition?" Kuang Mu interrupted Qin Mi.

"Ah? I'm going to go to the head teacher to fill out the registration form, alas——Kuang Mu, where are you going?"

Kuang Mu didn't care about talking to Qin Mi, and walked quickly to the class teacher's office.

The deadline for registration was [-]:[-] p.m., and it was already [-]:[-] p.m. when Kuang Mu went to find the class teacher, so he could not submit the list.

Kuang Mu had no choice but to find the principal again.

The principal had business dealings with Kuang Mu's father, Kuang Jinshan, so naturally he could satisfy Kuang Mu's requirements as long as he could. He directly contacted the city and reported Kuang Mu's name to the provincial organizer.

When Kuang Mu finishes all this,

The fourth class is already halfway through.

Kuang Mu hurried back to the classroom to pack up his things, and walked quickly all the way to the gate of the competition class.

When he was about to walk outside the classroom door, he slowed down instead.

He started to get a little nervous.

Five years, nearly two thousand days, he and Ji Xiaohuan haven't seen each other for two thousand days.

What will Ji Xiaohuan look like when he sees him later?

Is it a surprise?Still surprised?

He shouldn't have changed much, it would be embarrassing if Ji Xiaohuan couldn't recognize him.

When Kuang Mu was lost in thought, a female voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Classmate, your key has been lost."

Kuang Mu turned around and saw Qiu Qing standing behind him. She held a bunch of keys in her hand and handed them to Kuang Mu.

There is a picture on the bunch of keys.

Kuang Mu took the key from Qiu Qing's hand, put the key chain in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it hard twice, trying to wipe off the traces of people's touch on it.

"Thank you." Kuang Mu said quietly.

"You're welcome." Qiu Qing came to Kuang Mu's side familiarly, and asked, "Is your name Kuang Mu?"

Qiu Qing's long hair was blown fluttering by the wind, exuding the aroma of shampoo.

Kuang Mu didn't like this kind of publicity in his heart, he turned his head to look at Qiu Qing, and nodded expressionlessly.

"My name is Qiuqing." Qiuqing said, "You are very famous among freshmen in high school. I have heard of you."

Qiuqing is very cheerful and generous, she can say whatever she has.

Kuang Mu didn't like to chat with strangers, he lowered his eyelashes and quickened his pace.

Qiu Qing turned her head and looked Kuang Mu quietly.

Kuang Mu's profile was perfect, and even the contours of his ears were delicate and beautiful.

The schoolbag he carries is worth tens of thousands of yuan, and the shoes he wears are limited editions. Even if he has money, he has to be numbered. His whole body reveals the temperament of a rich man, completely different from ordinary high school students.

Qiuqing actually met Kuang Mu once before.

It happened to be a freshman report that time, Qiu Qing sat on the playground and saw Kuang Mu at a glance among the freshmen coming and going.

The other students were accompanied by their parents when they signed up, and only Kuang Mu was alone.

He was wearing a pure white short-sleeved suit, standing far away under a big tree, holding a few newly issued books in his hand, neither fighting nor snatching, his face was cold, clean and out of place with the surroundings.

At that time, Qiu Qing and Kuang Mu were far apart, and it could only be seen that Kuang Mu had a good appearance.

But now the closer the distance is, the sharper and more intuitive this look is.

Qiu Qing wondered why the little girls in Gao Yi circled around Kuang Mu every day.

It's so beautiful.

Kuang Mu walked quickly, and walked to the door of the large conference room in two steps, and opened the door first.

A male teacher in his fifties stood on the podium, giving lectures with a straight face.

Kuang Mu interrupted his speech by pushing the door open.

When the people in the classroom saw Kuang Mu, they were silent for a while, and immediately began to discuss in a low voice.

There are more girls than boys in Luoya High School, and any boy who is a little bit good-looking will immediately spread throughout the school, let alone a top student like Kuang Mu who is good-looking and from a prominent family.

There are more than 30 students sitting in the audience who are qualified to participate in each class.

The girls were whispering excitedly, while the boys looked Kuang Mu up and down.

Only the boy sitting on the right side of the third row remained silent and didn't even raise his head.

He propped his head on one hand, leaning crookedly on the table, and held a pencil in the other.

The pencil dexterously rotated back and forth at the fingertips, writing and drawing from time to time.

"Here are the textbooks, take a copy and find a place to sit." Teacher Feng was a little dissatisfied with Kuang Mu's late arrival, and pointed to the stack of books beside the podium.

After Kuang Mu received the textbook, he looked sideways at the classroom.

This classroom is not big, and the desks and chairs are arranged according to the heads of the people. There are only two vacant seats in the class.

There was an empty seat in the corner of the last row. The deskmate was Xiao Glasses, and the front desk was Qin Mi. They were in the same position as in the class.

And there is an empty seat next to Ji Xiaohuan......

Kuang Mu took the book, walked to the third row step by step under the gaze of everyone, and stopped at Ji Xiaohuan's table.

Everyone fell silent, they were all people who had chosen seats before, and no one wanted to sit next to Ji Xiaohuan, because everyone knew who that seat was reserved for.

But Kuang Mu is not a sensible person.

Ji Xiaohuan hangs down from the corner of his eye, and only after hearing the movement, he notices a white sneaker appearing beside the table, the fingers turning the pen slowly stop, and the pencil is clamped between the slender fingertips.

He looked up at Kuang Mu, and slowly leaned back on the chair.

Kuang Mu held a stack of books with both hands, pressing them against his chest, waiting for Ji Xiaohuan to stand up and let him in.

Kuang Mu's body is thin and his eyes are pale, but the fingertips holding the book tightly revealed his nervousness, and his watery eyes are looking at Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan tapped the pen on the desk twice, bent his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm sorry classmate, there are already people here."

Kuang Mu's eyes suddenly sank, he bit his lower lip slightly, but stubbornly stood there without moving.

Qiu Qing patted Kuang Mu's shoulder from behind, and said apologetically, "Student Kuang Mu, I took this seat before."

Seeing Qiuqing coming, Ji Xiaohuan stood up, let Qiuqing into the seat inside, and stopped looking at Kuang Mu.

There is a sketch on Ji Xiaohuan's desk, which shows a girl, and Kuang Mu only needs to take a look to know that it is Qiu Qing.

The girl stood under the tree, smiling slightly, she was very beautiful, but the look in her eyes was not clear.

Ji Xiaohuan pushed the painting towards Qiuqing: "I changed my eyes, do you like it?"

Qiu Qing took a look, frowned and thought, "Why do my eyes still look weird?"

"Really?" Ji Xiaohuan pulled the painting back, looked down at the painting, then turned his head to meet Qiu Qing's eyes.

With a sly smile in his eyes, he deliberately moved his face a little closer as if no one else was there, making Qiu Qing blush.

"Stop messing around! You're in class." Qiu Qing blushed and quickly pushed Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan's smile deepened.

"That classmate, why are you standing there stupidly?! Hurry up and find a place to sit, class is on!" Teacher Feng began to urge impatiently.

"Kuang Mu, come and sit here." Qin Mi's voice sounded behind him.

Only then did Qiu Qing remember that there was still a person standing beside her. She was apologetic and wanted to say sorry to Kuang Mu.

Qiu Qing looked up at Kuang Mu, but found that Kuang Mu was not looking at her, but was staring straight at Ji Xiaohuan, his beautiful eyes were steaming, and the flesh on his cheeks were tense, as if he was Make an effort to suppress your emotions.

Kuang Mu closed his eyes for a while, then turned around and walked to the back row.

Qiuqing let out a long breath.

"Why are you sighing?" Ji Xiaohuan took an eraser and was correcting the part of Qiuqing's eyes in the painting.

Qiu Qing turned around and approached Ji Xiaohuan and said, "Kuang Mu seems to be angry, he just kept staring at you, his eyes were red, I thought he was going to lose his temper."

There are many rumors about Kuang Mu in school, most of which are good.

At most, he complained that he was too cold and arrogant.

But Qiu Qing learned other things about Kuang Mu from the gossip, such as his bad temper.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't take it seriously: "It's just a change of seat, what's there to be angry about?"

Seeing that Ji Xiaohuan didn't take it seriously, Qiu Qing continued: "What I said is true, Liu Hanwen told me that he and the Kuang family attended a high-end banquet a few years ago, and at that time someone had a dispute with Mrs. Kuang's family. Kuang Mu tore the tablecloth in front of everyone, and the food fell all over the floor! At that time, Kuang Mu was only 14 years old. I saw Kuang Mu so angry just now, and I thought he was going to lift the table to fight you."

Qiu Qing's words were exaggerated, her eyes and nose were moving as she spoke with joy.

Ji Xiaohuan just smiled, changed a few strokes on the painting, and said casually: "He won't."

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