Stunning school grass: Devil boy fell in love with me

Chapter 3
Even the head teacher's face changed slightly.

Then, a boy appeared at the door, his tall figure completely blocked the door, blocking the sun outside,
His wet black hair may have been freshly washed, his cold handsome face, his deep lacquered eyes, his well-shaped nose, his thin lips partly parted, his indescribably sexy... …

He is really a handsome boy, which makes me, who is used to seeing handsome guys, still dazed for a moment.

Because, his whole body exudes a cold and dangerous aura, which makes people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

And I actually discovered that the person he had been sizing up with his cold eyes was actually me. No wonder, I felt a chill in my heart.

I saw him strode in front of me, and the next second, he threw the textbook I just took out on the ground.

His icy breath slowly touched my face, "Who told you to sit here?"

His lacquer eyes as deep as water met me, and before I could even speak, he said, "Get out of here immediately."

I raised my head in a daze, because I didn't really understand what he said, but he threw my book on the ground, which made me frown tightly.

"Student Liu Yajing, please sit next to Kong Na first." The head teacher seemed to be a little helpless and sighed.

"Why? Why can't I sit here? Is there anyone here? Is it you?" I looked up to meet his indifferent and cold face.

"Even if you are sitting here, but there are two seats here, can't I sit here? Don't you see that there are actually no extra seats in other places."

I still looked up and said to him, unaware that the students around me had held their breath. It seemed that something terrible would happen in the next second, and the head teacher's face also changed a little.

What's wrong with this?
"Are you talking?" I yelled at the cold man opposite me with some displeasure.

There was a roar, loud enough to shock the classroom, "I told you to leave immediately, don't you understand?"

I was also angry, and sneered, if this cold man holds a concert, he probably doesn't even need to take the microphone.

"You are not qualified." I said coldly.

I stood up, picked up the textbook that he threw down on the ground, and then put him forcefully on the position where he just dropped it.

I raised my provocative little face, looked at him, and then sat down: "Whether you like it or not, I'm going to sit here."

(End of this chapter)