Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

How do you say that?

It is their community that has always been the kind of body that looks more robust, sunny and handsome, and looks more like sports.

In front of him, the white skin, exquisite and impeccable face, especially the pair of smiling little nephews, is like a prince coming out of the comics. Although the figure is slender and perfect, it does not look like a piece of sports material, especially the hand that is like a piece of art. It is not too much to say that it is natural to play the piano.

But this is a figure of a man who can fascinate a large number of girls even if they don’t do anything. They want to come to their track and field club.

Even the countless school sisters who saw the man saw his first sight, and could not help but lose a few seconds. Under the pull of the next senior, he suddenly returned to God. "School brother, are you sure you have not gone wrong?"

The lips opened a soft smile, and Ann Zi looked at her. "No."

The first reaction of the school sister is a pity. After all, there are not many people who are tanned in the society. Such a male **** should sit in the piano room, or draw a picture, but when he thinks he can see the school brother every day, Inevitably, there is a feeling of being a treasure, so he said, "Well, let's fill out the form."

There were not many people in the community at the moment. When I saw the name on the form, the school sister said, "You are An Zizhen."

Anzi’s proverb is warm and harmonious. “Sister know me?”

Sister Xue said, "You don't know how famous you are in school now. Even our seniors are talking about you, saying that you haven't seen a boy who looks good like you. I didn't believe it. But now I believe."

An Zixiao smiled and didn't speak.

Sister Xue is curious, "Why do you want to enter the track and field club?"

An Zikai bent the scorpion and put his index finger on his lips. He said with a soft voice, "This is a secret."

His voice is very good, and when he deliberately depresses, he can win a blush.

The school sister couldn't help but miss a beat, and my heart secretly said that after finishing the operation, they were afraid that they would be trampled by the girls.

The life in high school is actually the same thing. Since I knew her and An Zikai, many girls in the class wanted to ask Shen Mubai for news.

On this matter, Shen Mubai is still very well-processed, knowing what to say and what should not be said, and the attitude is sincere and sincere, but the girls are starting to feel embarrassed, and gradually not so annoying. She is gone.

Shen Mubai finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her life in high school has been three years in her first life, and once again, there is nothing new. Instead, every day, I pray that I can go to school quickly and then go home to play games.

The consequence is that there is no willpower, and recently it was only two or three minutes before going to sleep.

This time she learned the lesson and used all kinds of methods to drum herself, so the dark circles under her eyes were almost invisible, and naturally no one would doubt it.

When she was on the bus, she accidentally fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found myself leaning against the shoulder of the little man, scaring her to check if there was any drooling.

Seeing her wake up, An Zikai smiled. "Let's fall, you play night games again."

Shen Mubai was shocked. "How do you know?" When he found the look on his face, he reacted. "Well, you have set me up."

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