Gao Leng school grass: the reborn empress is not easy to mess with

Chapter 8 10 Get Your Dirty Hands Away
"Then, isn't that Yan Qiliang's seat?"

"Yeah, why is she sitting there!"

"Wait, she is Yan Qiliang!"

Even Qiao Xinyan was very surprised by the frying pan in the classroom again, but she was secretly proud immediately.

Almost everyone started to cast contemptuous glances, Yan Qiliang just sat down and raised his eyes.

The icy breath spread out like a sharp sword, causing chills down the spine, and the corners of the mouth were twitched in disdain, not daring to look directly at it.

During class, Yan Qiliang glanced around and fell asleep on the table.

Others smiled disdainfully when they saw her, so what if she was pretty, a fool is a fool.

Yan Qiliang didn't care at all, people live too brightly, it's normal to be envied by others.

This class is English, although Yan Qiliang really wanted to give face to the head teacher.

But English is not a challenge for Yan Qiliang, who has been mixed between countries since he was a child.

However, their homeroom teacher seemed to be a face-controller, seeing that Yan Qiliang was exuding a dazzling nobility even when she was sleeping, she couldn't help calling her up.

Yan Qiliang stood up: "..."

The head teacher was obviously a little surprised when he saw Yan Qiliang now: "Student Yan Qiliang, can you share your favorite story?"

This class happened to be about western classics, and the teacher didn't expect Yan Qiliang to say anything, she was satisfied with Cinderella and the like.

"Survival or death, That is a question." (Survival or death, that is a question)

Under everyone's schadenfreude eyes, Yan Qiliang smiled and replied flatly.

The teacher opened his eyes wide and was very pleasantly surprised: "You also like "Hamlet"!"

She didn't expect that Yan Qiliang, who she was about to give up all this time, would say the famous line from "Hamlet".

Yan Qiliang still smiled faintly: "Yes."

The teacher became interested: "I think Hamlet is a real and brave man, what about you?"

Yan Qiliang bowed his head politely, "A thousand people have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts."

"Please sit down." The teacher used the word please.

She saw a noble family in Yan Qiliang, which was the same temperament as the most noble existence in this school.

It's just that Yan Qiliang's nobility is more gentle.

"Qiqi, you are amazing!" After Yan Qiliang sat down, the girl in front of her turned around.

Ning Mengmeng could be regarded as Yan Qiliang's best friend, no matter in figure, appearance or grades, they were all in the middle class.

With a ponytail and no make-up, she looks pure and ordinary.

Yan Qiliang smiled at her. Although Ning Mengmeng was weak, she treated Yan Qiliang sincerely.

Ning Mengmeng blushed from Yan Qiliang's smile, and hurriedly turned back, why did Yan Qiliang look like a different person.

Maybe it was because of the excitement of the teacher just now, which made some people a little envious and jealous, and they kept whispering.

After class, Qiao Xinyan walked to Yan Qiliang's table: "Sister, I thought you wouldn't be here today."

"Little bastard, don't bother me, do you want to be beaten again?" Yan Qiliang just raised his eyes.

"You..." Qiao Xinyan blushed a little and had nothing to say.

"Take your dirty hands away, a bastard who is a third-year-old is worthy of being called my sister?"

Yan Qiliang stood up suddenly, put his hands in his pockets, and glanced at Qiao Xinyan's hand on the table, full of disgust.

Qiao Xinyan seemed to have seen something, her eyes turned red immediately, her hand was withdrawn as if she had been electrocuted, with a grievance on her face.

(End of this chapter)