The online dating object is actually my nemesis

Chapter 11 Is it elegant and beautiful?
My knee hurts when I walk.

As a result, when Jiang Ruan walked, her steps were extremely small and extremely elegant.

Jiang Ruan walked downstairs step by step, thinking that he would be able to go to school after just two bites, but Jiang Geng was also in the restaurant.

Jiang Ruan's appearance is normal outside, but when she walks around the house like this, something is wrong. Jiang Geng looked at her: "What's wrong with your leg?"

In the past, Jiang Ruan would definitely have complained to Jiang Geng.

But this time she is also partly responsible, she shouldn't go to crowded places to join in the fun.

If Jiang Geng wanted to know, she would have to listen to him rambling all morning.

"Don't you think I'm elegant and beautiful like this?" Jiang Ruan walked to the chair with a steady and sweet voice.

She gently pulled the chair back, put her hands behind her skirt, and sat down on the chair.

Looking at his brother, he gave him a wink.

The corner of Jiang Geng's mouth twitched, pretending to retch: "I beg you, don't let me spit out the overnight meal."

Jiang Ruan snorted and took a bite of the sandwich: "No vision."

Jiang Geng took a sip of milk to buffer himself, looked at Jiang Ruan again, and said "tsk".

"You still wear double ponytails, you are not childish.

My brother will tie a ponytail for you, it will definitely be beautiful. "

When Jiang Ruan was young, he suffered a lot from his torture. With the ponytail tied, the scalp would almost be pulled off by you.

Now this hair is a treasure.

He refused immediately: "Your piercing is ugly and painful, I don't want it."

Jiang Geng: "Cut."

In the morning, it was Jiang Geng who sent Jiang Ruan to school.

In the car, Jiang Ruan was told various things over and over again.

"If you are bullied, remember to file a complaint, don't let yourself be wronged."

"For the school, be cheerful, don't always pretend to be cold and show off your beauty.

Let me remind you, your face looks stinky—"

"..."

Jiang Ruan was automatically filtered out.

The ginger family, a tradition.

love to nag.

It wasn't until the school gate that Jiang Ruan said something hastily and got out of the car.

The second she got out of the car, Jiang Ruan seemed to feel the pain of her skin twisting together, making her want to faint on the spot.

Jiang Geng's car drove quite fast, leaving only a gust of wind blowing past Jiang Ruan's broken hair.

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Ruan walked forward slowly, looking at the school sign and walking towards the Academic Affairs Office.

No. [-] Middle School is very big, and the decoration is very high-profile. It burns money just by looking at it, and all of them reveal: I am very rich!
That's right, No.[-] High School is the top three high schools in Zhaocheng, and all the students are recruited from rich families and academic masters.

On the green path, Jiang Ruan walked sideways, her ponytails shrugged on her shoulders, and she was carrying a white backpack, looking soft and obedient.

There were more and more gazes from around, and Jiang Ruan's heart was almost in his throat.

It's hurting her to death!

Jiang Ruan didn't know how hard it was to walk this journey. The moment she arrived at the Academic Affairs Office, she felt relieved, and the moment she sat down.

Jiang Ruan felt tears pouring out, it was so f*cking difficult.

Jiang Ruan was assigned to the seventh class, and there were many people around, so she also listened.

There are seven classes, one intermediate class, and the atmosphere in the class is quite good.

No. [-] Middle School Class No. [-]——

Those who study in the classroom are desperate to learn, and those who do not learn are desperate to play.

Jiang Ruan followed behind Lin Yan, the class teacher, and she was very well-behaved.

After telling the teacher about her knee injury, Lin Yan also slowed down.

When I got to the classroom, the bell was ringing for the first class.

It just so happened that Lin Yan also took the math class.

Lin Yan, the face-face spokesperson, is also young, 25 years old. In her dictionary, her grades are more important than anything else.

However, there are always some students in the class who are not strong enough.

At this moment, Lin Yan didn't even need to knock on the table. The moment her high-heeled shoes came on, the class was instantly unbelievably quiet.

(End of this chapter)