After being on trending searches, I became the cinnabar mole all over the internet

Chapter 165 Train of the Past 1
When we went out, the lights were brightly lit in the dark night and the cool breeze was blowing. The group of people were talking to each other. It was completely different from the original.

I remember when I was young and frivolous, all my love was vain, all I chased was the sky, and all my dreams were absurd, but in my heart, I carved the most carefree time.

A script kills, and a strange combination of circumstances kicks off the very beginning.

In high school, she couldn't explain exactly how Cheng Xuran got to know Song Yanqing.

From the beginning, Song Yanqing was an influential figure in the first grade of high school. He had good grades, a good family background, and good looks. Some people are born with smooth sailing and a worry-free life. He lived a life that many people envied.

On the day when freshmen registered, everyone was busy with their own affairs. Few people saw Song Yanqing and Cheng Xuran entering the class together, but the sharp eyes were caught by Cheng Xuran's new classmate.

That day, the entire No. [-] Middle School was filled with expectations and bustle for the future.

Everyone in their class had to introduce themselves in front of the podium. Cheng Xuran actually hated such occasions.

She doesn't like crowds, doesn't like to be the center of attention, doesn't like to be watched, she will blush, her heart will beat faster, her breathing will be rapid, in short, some very embarrassing and embarrassing things.

Completely unable to adapt.

Before it was Cheng Xuran's turn, her student number was No. 19, and her heart was already beating like a drum when she was seated.

No.16...NO.17...NO.18...

NO.18 ended, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

This burst of applause sounded in Cheng Xuran's mind like an alarm bell.

All right.

She felt the teacher's gaze on her, it was her turn.

"Let's look at the next one..." The teacher's eyes wandered over the roll call, and every word was like Cheng Xuran's accelerated heartbeat.

at this time--

"When, when, when."

There was a knock on the door, one soft and two loud.It overlapped the speed of Cheng Xuran's heartbeat and worsened.

The door to the classroom was ajar, and the person knocking on the door was very polite, waiting for the teacher to speak. The hand knocking on the door was long and thin, with a young boy's unique strength.

The teacher raised his eyes, with a teasing smile in his eyes, and said in a very familiar tone: "Hey, who did I think he was? It turns out to be the college god of our class."

"I can't afford it." The boy walked in and stood near the door. He smiled carelessly and said in a cold and pleasant voice, "There is something wrong with the projector in our class. Please come over and take a look."

"If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall."

"Also, borrow a broom and return it tonight."

The teacher sighed: "Why is there nothing in your class?"

"As long as you have it in your class."

"You're really not polite at all."

"You're from next door, why are you so polite?"

He spoke to the teacher casually and calmly. Cheng Xuran sat below and recognized the voice.

He is my brother's friend.

She sat quietly at her desk without looking up. There were two notebooks and a pen neatly placed on the desk, recording the things to pay attention to when starting school and what to prepare next. The handwriting was beautiful.

The head teacher rolled his eyes, walked off the podium, and put the roll call roll into the boys' hands: "I'm going to take a look. You can roll your name for me first. It's No. 19. Look at them and introduce yourself."

"Free labor," he commented.

The class teacher walked out, and the boy stood next to the door in the sunshine at one or two o'clock in the afternoon. He was wearing a black coat. He was tall, with a strong frame, and the profile of his face was very smooth and neat. More than 30 students in the second class were looking at him.

(End of this chapter)