The contracted girlfriend of the noble young master

Monday morning.

Pale yellow sunlight poured in, hitting the thick dark curtains.Yan Xinle stretched, woo~ It's been a long time since I had such a good sleep.Because of a serious illness two days ago, Aunt Lan tidied up the guest room and let her move in.From then on, she stayed away from those flying legs and that noisy parrot, and lived her own private life.

After hugging the thin quilt and squinting for a while, she got up to wash, change clothes, and eat breakfast.Starting today, Yueluan, a sports student, has to arrive at school for training at 6:[-] every morning, that is to say, she will have to go to school alone in the future.After everything was ready, Yan Xinle carried her schoolbag and went to the garage to pull her bicycle.

On the road, there was an endless stream of pedestrians, including migrant workers who went out to buy breakfast, uncles and aunts who bought vegetables, and many boys and girls rushing to school like her!At this time, the bustling city has already woken up and resumed its former busyness.Riding all the way to the school, she pulled the bicycle to the shed, adjusted her appearance casually, and strode towards the teaching building.

In the middle of the classroom, seven or eight girls were sitting together, discussing each other with each other. Everyone's face was not flushed, their eyes were full of heart, and they looked like they were full of spring.Yan Xinle passed by them, returned to the corner seat, and began to organize the utensils for today's class.However, their gradually heated discussion still attracted her attention, because their topic revolved around her tablemate whom she had never met—Duanmu Jiming.

In fact, she had fantasized about this tablemate several times, his appearance, his family background, his character, what kind of boy could he have such a cold and solemn name? !Naturally, the result was not what it should be.Because no one has seen him, and because of this, rumors about him have gradually increased, such as now——

The girls with spring faces were like noisy sparrows, talking happily.One of the sweet girls sat on the desk indecently, pretending to be mysterious and said something, the other girls immediately stopped talking and listened quietly.

"You don't know. Last Friday, my senior sister and I went to the principal's office to invite the principal to attend the 'Freshman Welcome Party'. As a result, halfway through the conversation with the principal, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked in. Don't look at him as a middle-aged man , but has an indescribable charm, mn is amazing!"

"Really?"

"Well, it's absolutely true! He also said that he came to ask for leave for Master Duanmu! Didn't you see that the headmaster looked like a god when he saw him? Annoyed. It doesn't matter, but he is just a housekeeper of Duanmu's family, the principal has to be careful in everything, you say, if Prince Duanmu comes, then he can't be a great god?!"

"Oh my god~ really?"

"No, Prince?"

"Wow, tell me, is Prince Duanmu cooler than Master Xuan and more handsome than Senior Bai?"

"I think it should be more than that!"

"..."

The seven or eight girls talked more and more vigorously, and the handsome appearance of Prince Duanmu in their minds could not help appearing in their minds, and their hearts became more and more turbulent.

Duanmu Jiming... Yan Xinle recited it silently, and there was a trace of restlessness in his heart.Will she meet him?can you? ? ……have no idea.I'm afraid that I think too much and praise myself too much, how could the prince notice her Cinderella without the help of the bird? !Unknowingly, two other faces appeared in her mind, one handsome man who is as elegant as a prince and kind as a brother; the other is like the reincarnation of Satan, an evil and charming young man who plays cards restlessly!If you add this mysterious boy who is called a prince by girls, what kind of disturbance will this strange trio bring to this campus and even the whole city?untie.She shook her head, trying to get rid of those fringe reverie, but what she should worry most about now is probably that evil boy!She provoked him before, and she is also a classmate. If he returns to school today, what should she do?

As soon as the class bell rang, several girls returned to their seats with unfinished business. Seeing that the teacher was still coming, they discussed in low voices with each other.The huge classroom is still like a pot of boiling water, but it can't stir up the slightly worried heart.Halfway through the third class, Yan Xinle's hanging heart also let go of most of it. There is still an illusion of Duanmu offering sacrifices in her mind, and there is really only that frivolous face left, transforming into a devil, entangled her .Oh, my God~ People haven't seen it yet, but I "miss" it too much!Lying on the desk, my head was a little dizzy, and my eyelids were drooping, probably the medicine I took in the morning had exerted its effect.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, the classroom was boiling again, and several pairs of peach-hearted eyes looked at the door.With a grunt, she turned her head away, her eyes narrowed until there was only a small slit left, and her mind was in a mess.

"Oh, my God~ It's Master Xuan!"

"Mamma Mia, my Xuan is here, look, he's so handsome!"

"No, it's not just so handsome, it's so cool!"

"..."

A few small whispers floated into her ears, like the "buzzing" sound of bees flying in her ears, oh, that's enough, are all the girls in the class today crazy? Prince Duanmu, Take a look at Master Xuan, all the girls in this school have become cats in heat, haven't they? !After cursing a few times, she changed her posture again, and three words popped out of her brain—Master Xuan!Wait, in this school, in this class, there is only one person who can be called "Master Xuan"? !And that person is the nemesis she has frequently provoked in the past few days - Kou Yexuan!

Let's say that Kou Yexuan walked into the classroom and caused quite a commotion.The teacher who was teaching in the classroom had to stop halfway through the lecture and look at the student who came in halfway in front of him.He knew that apart from his studies, he had nothing to say about being good in other aspects. Alas, why is such an excellent student unable to keep up with his studies? !The teacher sighed, but his face remained calm.

"Student, please go back to your seat, let's continue class."

After speaking, he turned back and wrote chalk on the blackboard.The boy responded in a low voice, bearing the admiring gazes from all the nympho girls, and the look of a large group of boys looking up, he walked straight to the corner seat of the classroom. Coincidentally, the only two vacant seats in the class were in the corner.

"Student, can I sit here?"

Kou Yexuan stood in the empty aisle, asked the person who was lying on the desk, and saw that the person's body froze, and there was a nice curve on his lips.Unusual gazes shot from around, and for a while, the classroom became silent again, even the teacher put down his textbooks and looked into the corner.

Yan Xinle stiffened her body, raised her head, a slightly messy tassel covered half of her eyes, and a bunch of black hair protruded from her ears, forming a hook shape.Suppressing the turbulence in her heart, she replied lightly: "I'm sorry, my deskmate's surname is Duanmu, and his name is Jiming. Kou's seat seems to be next door!" lowered his head.

Strange undercurrents fluctuated around, and the students held their breaths, as if they could smell a little bit of gunpowder.They were silent for a few seconds, Kou Yexuan smiled nonchalantly, sat down directly, and said to the teacher on the stage: "Teacher, I caught a cold yesterday, and my seat is closer to the electric fan. Sit here for this class, and you can go to class."

Li Wei, the math teacher, glanced at the classroom, hummed and resumed his lecture.Other students withdrew their strange eyes and continued to listen to the class, but some absent-minded girls secretly turned their gazes to the corners of the classroom, either with envy, admiration, or resentment...Of course, there are her and him...