I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Nan Yirong didn't expect him to say such words, and was a little stunned for a while.

Seeing his serious expression again, without any intention of joking, he frowned slightly, "Ran Yuanxing, are you crazy?"

Judging from his experience this day, the learning atmosphere in class one is hundreds of times better than that in class three. If Ran Yuanxing accompanied him to class three, his grades would drop due to the influence of the class atmosphere, and he would not be able to get into the university he wanted, then he would be in trouble. Yirong's crime is serious!

"No." Ran Yuanxing shook his head, shook his hand, with a serious face, "I'm telling the truth, I'll submit a transfer application when I get back."

Nan Yirong was a little surprised that such words would come out of Ran Yuanxing's mouth. In his impression, Ran Yuanxing should be more stable and not a person who loves first.

"Let's not say whether it's worth it for you to do this for me." Nan Yirong let out a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: "Just say that you hand in this application, can Peng Shuai agree?"

"worth."

Ran Yuanxing answered decisively, then slowed down his tone, and said firmly: "Peng Shuai will agree. There are not many students who can hit Qingbei in this third year of senior high school. The school attaches great importance to my personal opinion."

Through the mirror of the sink, Nan Yirong could see the brilliance on Ran Yuanxing's face, which was a kind of perseverance without hesitation, and he was the one who made the boy in front of him show such an expression.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't moved, Nan Yirong's heart was boiling hot, but reason finally calmed him down.

"Don't come, Ran Yuanxing, if you really like me, then don't come." As much as he was moved in his heart, his refusal was as decisive as he said it.

"why?"

He couldn't help but grabbed Nan Yirong's hand, and said eagerly: "Are you worried about my grades? Don't worry, I won't let up when I transfer to the third class. My goal in the first class is Qingbei. I will not lower the learning standards in the third class. A person can learn wherever he wants to learn. Learning is not a matter of the environment, but a personal attitude."

Ran Yuanxing is really a natural orator, with a sincere attitude and every sentence to the point.

For a moment, Nan Yirong was about to be moved.

But he didn't dare to take this risk. No matter what Ran Yuanxing said now, he was full of enthusiasm, so he couldn't follow around.

"Needless to say, I won't agree, you stay in the first class."

Nan Yirong bit him to death and refused to let go. Seeing that Ran Yuanxing wanted to break up, he said cruelly: "If you dare to come to the third class, we will temporarily separate until you think it over."

It's not that he is ruthless, but that he has seen too many such love tragedies in which one party gives up a good future for the other, and the one who gives up soon will regret the original, constantly emphasizing his contribution in this relationship, and the relationship between the two parties is gradually drifting apart.

Hearing the words "temporarily separate", Ran Yuanxing was stunned. He stared blankly at Nan Yirong, opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

Seeing such an expression on his face for the first time, Nan Yirong felt a little regretful that he had spoken too seriously, and was about to make up a few words, but Ran Yuanxing nodded before him, and said "OK" softly.

His smile was very forced, and there seemed to be a little sadness in his eyes, "I will listen to you and not change classes."

Nan Yirong went up to him and put his hands on his face, comforting him: "I was too anxious just now, I didn't really want to break up with you, please don't do that."

"I know," Ran Yuanxing grabbed his hand and kissed it lightly, lowering his eyes in frustration, "You're all for my own good, I'm too impulsive."

Nan Yirong took a step back and looked at his expression carefully.

Ran Yuanxing couldn't help laughing, pinched his fingertips, his face relaxed, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"That's good." Nan Yirong felt relieved, and took the initiative to pull Ran Yuanxing out, "Let's go, don't delay your class."

Ran Yuanxing was very cooperative, and followed him with a smile. The smile on his face gradually faded when he watched Nan Yirong enter the third class.

This is the first time he has been in a relationship, just now when he heard Nan Yirong say that he wanted to separate, his blood was cold all over his body, especially his heart.

That feeling was still scattered, Ran Yuanxing touched the heart of the left cavity with lingering fear, and suddenly felt a sense of gain and loss: He wished he could be with Nan Yirong all the time, is Nan Yirong too?

He is a movie star from the 29th century, what kind of person has he never met, is he really willing to go on with this ordinary person who can only learn and has ordinary family conditions?

Some things cannot be thought about carefully, and if you think too much, you will fall into self-doubt and self-denial.Ran Yuanxing looked at the direction where Nan Yirong disappeared, and seemed to be in a daze for a while, and he didn't recover until he fell asleep at night.

The next day, he got up very late, like a corpse that had been squeezed dry, with two panda eyes, he floated into the classroom.

Zhang Ming was busy washing up in the morning, so he didn't pay attention to him, now he was startled when he saw him like this, "I'll go, brother, you haven't slept all night?"

"Well, insomnia." Ran Yuanxing couldn't raise his energy, his chin slammed on the table, and he closed his eyes and didn't move.

What else did Zhang Ming want to say, the preparatory bell rang, and a series of footsteps sounded at the same time.

Just listening to the voice is not only Peng Shuai, but also other people.

A class of students almost unanimously realized this. Everyone, including Ran Yuanxing, who had his eyes closed, had already opened his eyes at this time, followed the source of the sound, and lazily raised his eyelids——

The boy who made him toss and turn all night and couldn't sleep looked at him from the backlight of the door and smiled at him.

His heart seemed to have been hit knowingly, Ran Yuanxing was startled, sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, thinking that he didn't sleep well yesterday and had hallucinations.

However, Peng Shuai's next words proved that the person standing in front of him was the living Nan Yirong:

"In the next year, these two students will join our class. You are already familiar with Nan Yirong, so I won't introduce too much. I want to focus on the female student standing behind Nan Yirong. Her His name is Bai Huaili, and he is..."

It was only then that Ran Yuanxing discovered the girl behind Nan Yirong. She leaned next to Nan Yirong timidly, secretly looking at the environment of Class [-], and only when she came into contact with the friendly eyes of a few girls did her body visibly relax.

The three of Zhao Sisi dropped out of school, and she transferred to the first class. This was the result of discussions between the school, the police, and her parents.

"Okay, everyone welcomes the two students to join!" Peng Shuai and the other two introduced themselves and took the lead in applauding.

A group of students applauded warmly in unison. They are in the same school. The incident in class three yesterday was too ugly. There are no students in class one who don't know the cause and effect of the incident, so they don't object to Nan Yirong's return and Bai Huaili's joining.

Ran Yuanxing applauded along with the crowd, his eyes fell on Nan Yirong without hesitation, and the joy in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

At the same time, he also had some doubts. Bai Huaili's transfer to another class was the compensation given by the school. He could understand why Nan Yirong came back with him.