The corners of You's mouth curved into a small arc, and she leaned back on the chair lazily. She was just waiting for a good show.
Xuan looked at her doubtfully. The Bingshan girl had a pretty smile. I wonder what could arouse her interest?
The classmates were confused. It seemed that there was nothing to be happy about today. Could it be that the class teacher, the golden leftover girl, was getting married? mg! They really couldn't imagine it.
The class teacher smiled "elegantly" and said, "Classmates, there is another transfer student in our class..."
Before he finished speaking, the class suddenly seemed to explode.
Those who can enter Class A of the second grade of high school are all outstanding talents in all aspects. Everyone can't wait to see this person's face. Maybe he is a very handsome guy or a beautiful lady.
What came into view was a handsome face. The boy put his hands coolly in his trouser pockets, with a touch of melancholy and alienation in his eyes.
"Bang!" The book in Lin's hand fell to the ground, and her classmates looked at her in unison, which also aroused Xuan's confusion.
The boys also noticed her. Such a beautiful girl, why do I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity?
It's you!!! Why did you appear in front of me again when I cruelly let you go? Lin's eyes showed a hurt look.
Such a handsome boy!!! The girls were excited. All the etiquette and reserve that a young lady should have were completely thrown away by them.
The boys were sad. Originally, the three princes were here, and they had become top foils. It had been a long time since they had been looked at by beauties! Now there is another prince-level figure! They really don’t want to live anymore!
The three boys seemed to have met long-lost friends, with faint smiles on their lips.
"Everyone, please be quiet! Please introduce yourself to the new students." The class teacher was really helpless!
"Quan Yuyou." A magical voice sounded. Even these three faint words could make the girls drift into the realm of self-fantasy.
Name: Quan Yuyou
Age:17
Height:180cm
Background: The heir to the oldest and largest Quan family in France, he was originally a popular prince-level figure in the Saint-Tiger aristocratic school. Due to some circumstances, he came to Saint-Silia. He was sometimes cold and sometimes domineering.
Appearance: A head of golden hair sticking to her ears, exquisite and beautiful facial features, deep eyes as bright as stars, fair skin setting off beautiful thin lips.
"Then Quan Yuyou, please find a seat by yourself!"
"Prince You, sit here with me!"
"Fuck you, of course Prince You will sit here with me!"
"Don't even look at what you are!"
…
The girls opened fire in the air, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.
Yu ignored these annoying nymphos. His eyes were fixed on the empty seat next to Lin, and he walked over without hesitation.
"Classmate, do you mind if I sit here?"
This familiar voice that she could never forget in her dreams filled her heart again.
"Whatever." Lin struggled to say these two words, her cold words filled with a hint of impatience.
No one knew the throbbing in her heart.
The most heart-wrenching thing about love is not that it dies and you no longer love it, but that feeling that is so unpredictable that you cannot touch it.