He's a sick Cinderella

Chapter 50 [049] What's wrong with you
An Yeran's strength is boundless!
Lu Xiu's face was gloomy all the time, even if the girl let him go, the cloud on his face did not dissipate.

There are red marks drawn by the collar on the white neck, one red and one white, the colors are distinct, and An Ye felt guilty when he saw it.

She hastily coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment, and then walked straight into the classroom, feeling like she was running away in a hurry.

Class 7 is dominated by boys, with about 40 students in the class, and only a dozen girls.

The female teacher came to her senses after An Yeran entered the classroom, and hurriedly walked up to the podium with her textbooks in her arms, and didn't let the two of them introduce themselves. Anyway, no one would listen, so she simply started lecturing and returned to the office early after class.

Lu Xiu followed slowly, his delicate face was still slightly red.

After a short period of bewildering silence, the children in the class quickly became noisy again. I don't know who brought the whistle, and they blew it at An Yeran, just like a social person flirting with a girl.

However, people in society don't need toy whistles to blow whistles.

This group of brats learned the essence without learning the essence of adults, but only learned the surface.

An Yeran's seat was at the back, at the same table as Lu Xiu, but when she was walking in the aisle, she was stopped.

The boy who stopped her had a cropped cut and a grumpy face. The surrounding students were a little afraid of him, and moved away one after another. It seemed that he should be the boss of the class.

The inch-cut boy blew at her with a whistle, and said, "Do you want to go? If you want to go, give me the bottle of Wahaha on the side of your schoolbag!"

He said he was going to get the girl's schoolbag.

Looking at the little boy blowing the whistle in front of him, An Yeran showed no expression, and then directly pulled him away with the newly issued book.

"Climb for me." Three simple words, too lazy to talk nonsense.

Wahaha, who dares to covet her, is brave enough!
The boy's whistle drew an arc in the air, and landed very precisely in the trash can next to him.

The girl didn't even look at it, she walked straight to the last row, put away her schoolbag, clapped her books, sat down, and lay down on the table, all done in one go!
Then, within a few seconds, there was a gentle breathing sound from that table.

--Fell asleep.

The other students in the class forgot to speak for a while.

New classmate, are you so fresh?
The teacher's voice echoed in the classroom, she seemed to really never care about what happened in the class, and just talked about herself.

The boy who was whipped blushed, and tears overflowed from his eyes. Unconvinced, he walked to An Yeran's desk, and stretched out his hand to pull her up, "Get up! How dare you hit me?!" Unexpectedly Before his hand touched the girl, he was grabbed by another pale hand.

The boy turned his head and looked at the boy beside him.

He has fluffy brown hair, exquisite features, red lips and white teeth, and crystal clear pupils, like stars in the night sky.But he is too white, unhealthy white, and looks very thin, there seems to be not much flesh on his body.

The boy frowned and said, "What are you doing? Let go, or I'll beat you!"

A smile curled up on the corner of Lu Xiu's mouth, and he let him go slowly.

The boy thought he was scared, and when he was about to smile triumphantly, he saw the girl who was still sleeping just now sitting up straight, her dark eyes were heavy, and she looked unhappy.

Before the boy could react, the girl picked up the book on the table and slapped him in the face again!
"I got you up! What the hell! What else do you want to do?!"

The boy's face was instantly red on the left and right sides.

An Yeran took a look and found that the color on the right was slightly lighter.

Virgo can't stand it.

Must be symmetrical.

So she took the book and hit it to the right again.

After seeing the same rosy cheeks, she took back the book in satisfaction.

The little boy was stunned at first, and then felt the pain.

The left and right two are burning hot, as if being roasted by something hot.

The next second, he finally burst into tears and ran out from the back door of the classroom.

After cleaning her ears, An Yeran put down her book, stretched her waist, and fell asleep on the table again.

That afternoon, Class 7, the always lively class, suddenly became extremely silent.

The teachers passing by were amazed again and again, and they were full of admiration for the head teacher who was lecturing on the podium.

　head teacher:"???"

　　This article is also called "Brother Ran's Road to Campus Hegemony"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)