Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

In a twinkling of an eye, the first exam will begin.

The system is full of confidence. It urges the host to study hard every day and formulates the corresponding learning plan. He firmly believes that Lin Jinan will get a good result in the exam.

There are two days to go before the exam. The learning atmosphere of class one and class two is very tense. They give up the lunch break and spontaneously add half an hour of study time on the basis of the third evening self-study.

In addition to the first two top classes, the other classes also tried their best to make a splash in the first exam of senior three.

Only the last two or three classes are not interested in learning. The students represented by class 10 get up the latest and sleep the latest, which can be called a concentration camp without learning and skills.

For this reason, Wu Jun is very headache. During the break, he chatted with his colleagues in the office.

The Chinese teacher of class one seems to be very interested in the transfer students of class 10, "I heard that a student named Yan Luo has been transferred to your class?"

Wu Jun took a glass of water from the water dispenser and turned his head to look at it. "Well, he came from beikai high school."

Speaking of beikai high school, the teachers in the office took a breath.

The physics teacher of class two took up the conversation. He touched the stubble on his chin, and his tone was very envious. "Beikai high school is like a cloud of experts. If you take one of them, you have to be a bully if you don't want to learn God."

Yan Luo came from Peking University senior high school. How can I say that I have to be one of the top 100 students in this exam.

"Class 10 is going to be a top student." The Chinese teacher of class one answered, and her tone was very firm.

Who doesn't know that beikai high school, where the students study well, but also very rich, can be called a public noble school.

"Not necessarily. In Yan Luo's materials, the column of academic achievement is empty. I have no idea about it." Wu Jun read his file, the few strokes above, perfunctorily like Yan Luo himself.

The teacher in the office you a word I a chat up, around Yan Luo said small 20 minutes, break time is about to end.

After that holiday, Yan Luo never came to school again. If Lin Ji Nan had not received a text message every night, he would have worried about his hallucinations.

The photo of Yan Luo has the highest click through rate and is marked with a hot word by the administrator. Just as the students discussed in private, the draft list of Nanyang high school has really rearranged its position.

Yan Luo, relying on a vague photo, ascended to the second throne. The first is the president of the student union, who has a mass base. The photos sent to the Internet are also high-definition, which is really normal.

, but the girls who love the top list are the students who are transferred to school, Yan Luo. He is too cold and mysterious. Everyone likes cool cover.

Lin Jinan also likes it. He is voting for Yan Luo online.

"Lin Jinan, have you seen the examination room?" Zhang Xiaofan just came back from watching it. He took the exam in the canteen. After the exam, he could go to eat directly, saving the queue.

"Yes, just like you, in the canteen." Lin Jinan put down his pen, a total of 12 examination room, canteen as a separate examination room, to accommodate the bottom of the grade students.

"Shall we go to the third tomorrow? I heard that. Sweet and sour sirloin Zhang Xiaofan didn't take the exam seriously. He was only interested in sweet and sour sirloin.

"Good." Lin Jinan was Zhang Xiaofan said some heart, he seems to smell the flavor of the ridge.

The mouth is sweet and sour.

Lin Jinan bought snacks in the school's canteen. He was walking to the dormitory when others grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the dark woods.

It's night. The street lights are too dim. Lin Jinan plunges into the night and holds his hand. It's cool, as if there's no body temperature.

Lin Jinan was scared out of a cold sweat. He was afraid that he was walking at night and hit the ghost. "Brother Tong, come out!"

The system was startled by the broken voice. It was preparing to have a date with a Mr. 01 on the dating website. One second before, it was still discussing the location of the appointment with it. The next second, it was frightened by the host.

"Mr. Lin, you can rest assured that there are no ghosts in this mission world." When the system finished, there was no unified image.

Lin Jinan's heart back to the original place, but not too happy for a long time, he seems to have another possibility.

What if it's not a ghost, it's a freak killer! "Tongge --"

"don't make a noise, it's me." The man in his arms, struggling hard, ready to speak for help.

Yan Luo covered the boy's mouth with his palm. His voice was very low, with a little short breath.

"Yan Luo? How are you at school? " Lin Jinan's look of panic in his eyes receded in a second and was replaced by surprise.

Yan Luo also asked himself this question in the bottom of his heart. Why did he come? If you don't leave the school gate, you will learn to climb over the wall.

Lin Jinan's arm did not know when to put on the boy's back, he buried in the boy's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, sighed contentedly.