After wearing the book, I became the villain’s little fan girl

　　 A drop of water slid into the collar along the graceful curve of the neck, and the girl's eyebrows kept flashing in his mind.

　　 Yan Zhi raised his hand to cover the unusual frequency of his heartbeat. He furrowed his deep eyebrows, his Adam's apple rolled: "Don't jump."

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Jingle Bell-

　　 When Jiang Yao looked up at the door for the 78th time, the boy finally stepped on the class bell and entered the classroom.

　　 Then, he walked to his seat without squinting.

"what the hell."

　　 Jiang Yao curled his lips and took out the textbook.

　　 class representatives also stepped onto the podium at this time. Today’s morning reading is Chinese.

　　 "Please turn the book to page 89, "The Road to Shu is Difficult..."

　　 The sparse reading sounds gradually unified.

　　 Jiang Yao from his previous life is already in his sophomore year, and his memory of high school textbooks is not too vague, but he can keep up.

　　 But the classical Chinese is boring, and Jiang Yao's dry mouth is really boring.

　　 The representative of the Chinese class on the podium is a white boy with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which is upright, giving people the first impression of being very shy and introverted.

　　 However, when the class representative read aloud, he looked like two extremes, not to mention impassioned, but also dancing and dancing.

　　 Jiang Yao was close, and he heard very clearly.

　　 Like now:

　　 "...green mud and panpan, 10 percent off in a hundred steps."

　　 His tone was tactful, and he raised his hand to look into the distance, as if he really saw the rugged mountain road.

　　 Then.

　　 "Painting at the Lijing Well, leaning back to breathe, caressing with your hand-sit and sigh!"

　　 He retracted his gaze, bowed his head and sighed, his tone suddenly became agitated, but the last three words whispered like a sigh. The outstretched hand was also retracted, and he clenched his chest into a fist, feeling helpless.

　　 good fellow!

　　 A poem recitation contestant!

　　 Jiang Yao watched with gusto until the end of early reading.

　　 There is no break after morning reading. A middle-aged man with a bald hair and a blessed figure walked in with a lesson plan.

　　 He stood still in the center of the podium, and looked down at the stage with a smile, without seeing his teeth.

　　 Jiang Yao thinks he is like a Maitreya Buddha.

　　 "Let’s talk about test papers in this class, please take out the simulated four that you tested a few days ago!"

　　 Jiang Yao rummaged in the drawer, glanced at the desk of the person next to him, and hurriedly produced the simulated volume four. Looking at the big word "chemistry", Miss Jiang narrowed her eyes.

　　 is very good and has a strong sense of substitution.

　　 She has already begun to doze off.

　　 "Jiang Yao, you... or stay away from Yan Zhi?"

　　 Suddenly a hesitant female voice rang in her ear.

　　 Jiang Yao turned his head, she is now at the same table.

　　 At the same table is a younger sister who has short bobo haircut and looks very cheerful.

　　 seems to be called... Tao Tao?

　　 Regarding Tao Tao's words, Jiang Yao was puzzled: "Why?"

　　 Tao Tao widened her eyes, put down the pen in her hand, and made a gesture of "pinching" with both hands. Her tone was exaggerated: "He strangled a stray cat alive!"

　　 "You said it's scary, isn't it scary?"

　　 Jiang Yao: "!!!"

　　 No, right?

　　 She took a deep breath and carefully confirmed: "Who said it? Is it true and reliable? Are there any witnesses?"

　　 Taotao: "..."

　　 Why didn’t Jiang Yao be so caring about Yan Zhi before?

　　 She got serious, glanced at the teacher on the podium, mysteriously: "People from Class 7 saw it."

　　 Jiang Yao still wanted to ask, Tao Tao suddenly bumped her arm with her elbow, and raised her head subconsciously, only to see Maitreya Buddha looking at them with a smile.

　　 Tao Tao made a gesture to end the get out of class and chat, Jiang Yao had to give up and instead focused on the test paper in front of him.

　　Ms. Jiang wants to cry without tears.

　　 It is the second semester of the second year of high school and has already been divided into liberal arts and sciences. And the original owner chose the science class!

　　淦!

　　 She studied literature in her previous life!

　　 She has a good memory and is top-notch in liberal arts. But for all kinds of winding formulas, her eyes were blackened, and she couldn't remember a symbol!