shut up you bitch

This transfer student really lived up to his name.

His complexion was pale, his lips were blue, and his bones looked frail.Although he is quite tall, he is completely a clothes rail.

Not aesthetically pleasing, only morbid.

It is more than enough to say that he behaves like a weak willow and Fufeng.

After watching for a few seconds, the students inexplicably reached a consensus - no wonder, it really needs to rest like this.

Although this transfer student is a boy, he has a skin that I feel pity for. Basically, just looking at it like this can arouse people's sympathy for no reason.

The brothers and sisters in Class [-] also have this feeling.

Except for one person.

Jiang Ye's face turned cold almost the moment he saw him.

It's just that Mr. Jiang has always kept a cold face, so no one thinks there is anything wrong with his way of welcoming new students.

Under the verbal guidance of Xu Zeming, Huang Xin completed the traditional routine of self-introduction in the eighth class - a 3-minute speech.

During the process, this person behaved politely and politely, and he could tell at a glance that he had received a good family education. Every movement and every expression seemed to say: I am very cultivated.

Xu Jiashu also thought that this person was quite polite at first, but after looking at it for a while, he found it strange.He moved to Jiang Ye's side, and said under his breath, "Brother Ye, I always feel that this transfer student is not as harmless as he appears...to humans and animals."

Jiang Ye was originally immersed in his own thoughts, but after Xu Jiashu's ik, his attention inevitably shifted.

I saw my boyfriend leaning several centimeters inward, crossing the legendary "[-]th line".His hair was untrimmed and still looked disheveled, and his fingers were folded, slightly covering his lips, so the profile line stopped abruptly at the peak of his nose.

It has an indescribable sense of beauty.

Jiang Ye was a little lost in thought.

After realizing that he was distracted, Mr. Jiang rubbed the center of his brows vigorously.

I don't know when he developed the habit. When he looked at Xu Jiashu, he would look at it seriously, no matter how many times he watched it.

"Brother Ye, did you hear what I said... Damn it, let's not talk about it, Lao Xu actually arranged his seat in our row." Xu Jiashu muttered and returned to his original position.

Hearing this, Jiang Ye looked towards the podium.

Sure enough, Huang Xin walked towards them.

Coughing in one step and three times, as if he was about to faint at any time.

So much so that the students sitting in the corridor expressed concern about him: "Student, are you okay?"

"It's okay." He smiled weakly and was very polite, "Thank you."

Then, from the corner of the eye, he hooked upwards, just in time to meet Jiang Ye's eyes.

At that moment, Jiang Ye clearly saw...

There was a cold breath in the man's eyes.

But only for a moment.

In the next second, the man returned to his sickly state, as if he had really recovered from some serious illness.

Jiang Ye sneered, leaning his back against the wall, the fountain pen held between his fingers spun around quickly, and landed heavily on the table, making a crisp sound.

The sound is not loud, but enough to cut through the silence at the moment.

Xu Zeming obviously noticed the movement, and immediately said softly, "Jiang Ye? What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Jiang Ye slowly picked up the pen that had fallen on the table, and then glanced at Huang Xin unhurriedly.

Finally, his eyes fell on Xu Zeming's face: "It's nothing, just welcome new classmates."