Evil Charm Transfer Student: The Promise of Pulling the School Grass

Chapter 6 What do you really want?

When he saw my face clearly, he also seemed to be surprised for a moment, but was soon replaced by this lazy expression.He walked into the room, found a chair at random, and leaned on it comfortably.

He looked at Su Jingchen and said with a smile, "The senior must be the chairman of the student union, right?"

Su Jingchen nodded to him politely: "Hello, classmate."

"Hello, senior. I'm the transfer student, Ling Anzhi." He paused for a while, and glanced at me meaningfully, "This information must be found, and I have no way to get another one back, because, my parents They're all abroad, so it's not easy to come back."

Yes, the transfer requires parents to issue some certificates.Su Jingchen felt a little embarrassed.

After a while, he finally said: "How about this, classmate, take a moment, we will find it for you right away, and try to find it as soon as possible."

Ling Anzhi nodded: "Okay, but hurry up, class will start soon, the first day of school, I don't want to be late."

"We try our best."

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that Ling Anzhi's narrow, long and bright eyes are gazing at me as if away from me, with a hint of playfulness, which seems to be a bit of teasing, but when I look up at him, this The expression disappeared again.

After repeating this several times, I finally couldn't bear it any longer. While Su Jingchen wasn't paying attention, I walked up to Ling Anzhi's side and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, do you have any plans?"

Ling Anzhi smiled casually, with a look of indifference, the button of his white shirt was just right to the second, and the light-colored tie was loosely tied on it, giving him a lazy and special sense of temptation.

His voice was lower than mine: "Promise me a few conditions, and I'll help you with this, otherwise——it's really difficult, the student council has failed in its duties, tsk tsk."

Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but think of his humble appearance that night. I tried my best to resist the urge to beat him up, and asked him in a good temper: "You mean, you have a way solve?"

He moved closer and nodded.

I looked up at him and said, "Then what exactly do you want?"

He shrugged innocently: "I don't want to do anything. As long as you promise me a few conditions, I will help you. It's fair. After all, it's your negligence."

(End of this chapter)