The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

No...I already have a wife.

Thinking of this, Fan Jiaxin felt a little sad.

"Besides, the photo of Gu Weimian with such evil behavior is not worthy of being placed next to yours."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the man suddenly raised his hand and took down the photo that belonged to Gu Weimian, put it in the pocket of his shirt and put it away. His voice was indifferent and he didn't even look at her: "She doesn't deserve it, are you the one who does? ?”

Fan Jiaxin was stunned and her face suddenly turned red.

The blood almost broke through her white skin: "I, that's not what I meant."

The man smiled inexplicably, "Heh..."

This chuckle already revealed all the man's contempt and disdain.

Not only Fan Jiaxin, but also the girls who had spoken most enthusiastically all blushed.

They all had a favorable impression of Ao Qijun more or less, but the man's words immediately crushed their worries to pieces.

Fan Jiaxin looked at the man in front of her who was so indifferent that he had almost no expression, and strong hatred surged in her heart, "This is not what we said. You clearly looked down on Gu Weimian before, so why are you going back on your word today?!"

The man's eyes turned cold, dull and condensed for a second, and then a hint of self-deprecation appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His bony hand still held the red pen he took from Fan Jiaxin, and scratched a line on the photo of himself that was still posted on the blackboard.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the cold and overly self-controlled version of himself in the photo, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes.

Taking a red pen, he wrote two words on the photo with a big stroke: [Garbage. 】

Everyone could only watch Ao Qijun do this without moving, they were all dumbfounded.

Fan Jiaxin turned pale and rushed forward, "How could you do this?!"

She couldn't stand others writing such humiliating words on Ao Qijun's photos.

At this moment, she had lost her mind and only wanted to take back her pen from Ao Qijun's hand.

But no matter in terms of physique or strength, there is no enemy at all.

"Are you crazy?!" Fan Jiaxin was almost hysterical, "Do you know how precious this photo is?! Why do you humiliate Ao Qijun!"

After shouting and shedding tears, she slowly realized who was in front of her.

The tall man looked at her condescendingly, with a cold expression on his face that was closer to indifference."

"One thing is right, these two photos really don't deserve to be placed together."

He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under the man's eyes. On the bottom of his feet was the photo of him. His ankles turned slightly, and the man smiled self-deprecatingly, "But... I don't deserve it."

Fan Jiaxin was like a fish thrown to the ground, almost unable to breathe.

"No, it's not like that..."

How could it be that Ao Qijun was not worthy?

It was obvious that Gu Weimian was not worthy of Ao Qijun!

"No, that's not the case...who is Gu Weimian..."

Her face hurt, and the blood-red and cold tip of the pen in the man's hand scratched her face. He was still smiling, "Let me hear this sentence again next time, believe me, I will make your face look worse than This photo is scarier."

Fan Jiaxin froze in place motionless.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't spit out a word, as if her throat was being strangled and she couldn't breathe.

He really does.

His eyes said so.

Waves of coldness shot up from the woman's back, almost swallowing her whole body.

Ao Qijun had already stood up and strolled to his seat with his schoolbag in hand.

The first glance fell on Gu Weimian's position.