"Ring, ring, ring..." At this moment, the bell rang, and this class was over.
Xu Sixuan glanced at Li Yanxiang coldly and walked out reluctantly. When she was in the office just now, she learned that Leng Zhong, the new head teacher of Class 3, had been beaten violently by Li Yanxiang. She originally thought it was a rumor, but it seems that
It must be true, because she read a hint of terrifying murderous intent in Li Yanxiang's eyes.
Fortunately, the person who was beaten was not her, but Leng Zhong, who also used the back door to become the class teacher of the third class of the year. She deserved it. Otherwise, it would be her turn to be the class teacher of the third class of the year.
, you must know that being a class teacher can earn double the salary!
get out of class was over, and the classroom suddenly became a swarm of bees again. The students were talking quietly among themselves, but most of them mentioned Li Yanxiang.
Who doesn't know that Li Yanxiang used to be a fool, and as soon as the teacher called her name and asked her to get up to answer questions, she would become inexplicably nervous, not only stammering her words, but even her body would
He kept shaking violently.
No one would have thought that Li Yanxiang suddenly became so smart, and she was not nervous at all after being called on by the teacher, nor did she stutter when speaking. It was really strange.
Li Yanxiang doesn't want to pay attention to these rumors. She believes that time is enough to change everything. She will make the students in Class 3 of the first year, and even everyone in the entire Nuan'an High School, completely look at her with admiration!
She will become an unprecedented figure in Mingan High School! She will be beyond the reach of everyone!
Li Yanxiang turned around and strode out. She knew that all her classmates were looking at her strangely.
Ignoring it, Li Yanxiang came outside. Although the environment here was very unfamiliar, her ability to adapt was quite strong. As a former agent, she had already adapted to the situation.
Warm sunshine shines on her face, and Li Yanxiang's eyes as deep as pool water look into the distance. She has successfully arrived at Nuan'an High School. When will she be able to follow the clues and find the heartless person who made Li Yanxiang cut her wrists and commit suicide?
Where are people?
At this moment, the sound of footsteps approached, and Li Yanxiang knew that someone came quietly behind her.
It turned out that Zi Hanmeng, who liked to hold textbooks and concentrate on studying, came to Li Yanxiang and looked at her with envy, "Yanxiang, I didn't expect that you speak English so well, you are quite professional!"
"Who are you?" Li Yanxiang didn't know her, so of course he didn't know her name.
Zi Hanmeng was slightly startled, but she didn't find it too strange. After all, there were so many students in Class Three a year, and there was no need for anyone to remember every student's name.
So Zi Hanmeng quickly stretched out her hand to Li Yanxiang, her face sank slightly, a little shy, "My name is Zi Hanmeng, you can call me Han Meng, or Meng. Whatever you like, you can call me whatever you want."
Li Yanxiang also politely extended her hand to Zi Hanmeng, but she didn't expect that when Zi Hanmeng saw her extending her hand, she held it tightly, and kept stroking her hand with her slender, white and tender hand.
There is a chilling ambiguity in it.
Li Yanxiang swallowed secretly and quickly pulled her hand back. She always felt that this Zi Hanmeng was strange.
Zi Hanmeng seemed to realize that something was wrong with her, so she smiled dryly and said, "Yanxiang, can I call you that?"
"Okay." The corner of Li Yanxiang's mouth couldn't help but twitch. She didn't know why the same words completely changed when it came to Zi Hanmeng.
"Yanxiang, the last sentence you said to Teacher Xu Sixuan in the classroom just now was not in English, right?" Zi Hanmeng asked tentatively. In fact, she also knew little about French.
"It's French." Li Yanxiang replied lightly, but she was not interested in saying what kind of French it was.
Zi Hanmeng was also sensible, so she did not continue to ask, but suddenly held Li Yanxiang's hand and looked at her lovingly, "Yanxiang, do you know? When you picked up Su Xie just now,
It’s really handsome! I like it so much!”
Now Li Yanxiang finally understood. It turned out that there was something really wrong with Zihan Meng, a big problem!
She quickly put away Zi Hanmeng's hand and looked away, "Zi Hanmeng, I think you have misunderstood. I am not Lily, and I don't play with lace!"