The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 307 The Counterattack of the Scholar 8

friend?

Lan Shuying looked at the girl's palm with quiet attention.

The other party's nails were very neat, enough to compete with Meng Qingguang's obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she looked more delicate with transparent nail polish.Each finger is even and slender, as beautiful as a work of art.

However, it was this hand that took Du Xianjun's family heirloom, the divine turtle jade, and then took it into the crowd without hesitation.

It was also this hand that pushed Du Xianjun into an unstoppable abyss.

May I ask what did Du Xianjun do wrong?Could it be that he really complied with that sentence and was guilty of committing crimes?

"is it okay?"

Feng Wanwan's smile faded a little, and there was some grievance in his tone, which made everyone around him want to speak for her.

Lan Shuying withdrew her gaze from that hand and reminded her: "Student Feng, it's class time now."

Her refusal was tactful, but also very solid.

Feng Wanwan will understand one day that she doesn't bother to make this so-called friend even if it's not class time.

Looking back on her past few years, looking at the entire Nanming Mansion, Jialan is the only one who can be called her friend.

You, Feng Wanwan, what are you?

……

The head teacher left quickly. The teacher of this class had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he got on the podium, his face was not very good-looking. When he dropped the book, a cloud of white dust was shot out.

Feng Wanwan indirectly felt the malice, her eyes turned cold, she raised her chin and walked towards the only empty seat in the back row.

At this time, her life assistant had already arranged textbooks and other items, just waiting for her to take a seat.This scene fell into the eyes of the students, and they couldn't help whispering to each other in private.

Seeing that her attitude of enjoying the service is so natural, what kind of family background does it have to make her develop this habit?

They will soon find out.

Half an hour of distracted thoughts passed quickly, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Before a group of wild horses had time to rush out of the classroom, a wall of people was blocked in front of them—wearing a white flower hat and a white apron in front of him, young The beautiful women were all wearing neat and decent uniforms, and they were waiting in the corridor pushing the three-story wrought-iron trolley, and the sweet smell of food wafted through the entire floor.

From time to time, there were surprised voices, and the students who joined in the fun surrounded the place tightly.

Lan Shuying knew what was going on without going out to see.

Just like what happened in the plot, Feng Wanwan invited students from several classes to eat snacks, strawberry cakes in paper cups, and each of them could get a bottle of fruit flavor from the maids who smiled and showed eight teeth. milk.

At first glance, it looked like nothing, but with so many people on the whole floor bringing them down, the food in front of us was far from enough, and more would be brought in later.

After only two breaks, the whole grade knew that there was a transfer student named Feng Wanwan, who was beautiful and super rich.

After a whole morning, the whole class of students could tell that Feng Wanwan seemed to be very interested in Du Xianjun, the well-known top student in their class, and always approached Du Xianjun by himself to please him.

This allowed some girls who were already bitter about her to find a point to attack.

"That transfer student could be Lala, right? Her eyes lit up when she saw Du Xianjun, and she couldn't get rid of it like brown candy. Look, look, she's gone again..."

"Then who knows, even if she is, she's still a rich Lala, right?"

"Why do you think so nastyly? They may just have poor grades, and they want to get lucky as a top student!"

"Tch, Du Xianjun relies on strength, what does it have to do with luck? Have you ever heard the saying that if you don't do anything, you can be courteous? You can either rape or steal! She can't be... something from Mr. Du Xian, right? ?”

Lan Shuying has a good ear and can distinguish the comments of these girls in the corner, especially the last one. She couldn't help but glanced at it, and found that the girl who said this was the girl who told the little fat man to buy Ping An fruit, called He Yu .

This girl's words are still pleasant to hear, and she hits the truth when she catches her tongue casually.

"What are you all doing here? Cannibals have short mouths, and you've already been given the cake and milk she gave you, and you're still muttering about her behind your back. Are you embarrassed?"

When the girl finally opened her mouth, the other four looked at each other and stopped talking.

Feng Wanwan came over several times to find topics in his spare time, while Lan Shuying just silently worked on the question bank or gave lectures to the little fat man.

This may have given her some sort of inspiration.

"Xian Jun, I just arrived here. The textbooks I used before are different from yours. Teacher Chen said that you are the best in our class. Can you make up for me?" Very familiar, with a flattering smile, he pushed a beautifully packaged round box along the desk.

The little fat man has a good family background, and his eyes immediately lit up when he recognized this thing. This is a high-end specialty cookie of a foreign brand. His father brought back a box when he went abroad last year. Needless to say, the price is not easy to buy. The taste He has been hungry for almost a year!

Lan Shuying raised her head when she heard the words, her eyes were a little dazed, she frowned slightly, and said nothing.

The little fat man has been sitting at the same table with Du Xianjun for several months, and he understands her expression very well, and in the current atmosphere, everyone can feel the reluctance of "Du Xianjun".

As the saying goes, isn’t it true that you get the moon first if you are close to the water?The little fat man was finally able to sit at the same table with her, thinking to himself, maybe it was because of this exclusive bonus of immortality that he was not squeezed to the bottom of the first class... What's more, it was only today that Xue Shen was with him. Said that he was sure to help him get up to twenty!

Therefore, he, Zheng Xiaoyuan, will never allow anyone to take away his student god!

"Ahem, classmate Feng, this is inconvenient. My Xueshen usually works so hard and has to do a lot of questions every day. My deskmate usually asks her a few questions. Tsk, I feel so guilty and embarrassed! Remedial lessons or something, huh..."

The little fat man held back his saliva while talking and pushed the cookie box back.

Feng Wanwan's smile froze a little more.

This is the second time she has dealt with the little fat man, and she feels that if she is disturbed by this guy again, she really wants to slap him away!

Lan Shuying silently praised the little fat man, and said coldly in the original owner's tone: "Self-study is a very good way of learning. I suggest you communicate with the teacher more and do more questions. I am really not suitable for making up lessons for classmates."

Sending away Feng Wanwan, who was always treacherous, Lan Shuying and the little fat man looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

But she didn't expect that this day would still not end peacefully.

Before the evening self-study ended, Feng Wanwan made another fuss. She wanted to invite the whole class to dinner.

It is said that she knew from a classmate that Du Xianjun's family opened a restaurant, so she wanted to order there and try the special dishes here.

Lan Shuying: "My dad's craftsmanship is average, and he doesn't know any special tastes. Let's find another one."

Feng Wanwan let out a series of clear laughter, and said cheerfully: "You don't need special dishes, just home-cooked dishes! Uncle will definitely make them!" Then, she turned to discuss time with other people.

Avoiding the buzzing crowd, the little fat man leaned over with a serious face: "I feel that this transfer student... has something wrong with you."

(End of this chapter)