Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Shen Yicheng remembers that in his first life, Ji Rao was very dull, but not stupid. He was even very clever. At that time, the four books and five classics could not defeat him, and today's language number should be no exception.

But Ji Rao didn't want to learn.

Ji Rao pushes the door open and enters the classroom.

As soon as he sat down, he opened the sugar in his pocket and ate it one by one.

The boy in black next to him looked at him in disgust. He looked down on the girl's chirp, but he couldn't find a place to attack. Ji Rao never provoked him.

He just sat quietly playing games, not shaking his legs, not making a sound.

In the eyes of boys in black, the boys who are inactive in PE class, can't run in basketball, are weak and don't like to talk, and they don't have a strong learning ability. If Ji Rao doesn't have this face, he is the standard target of campus violence.

"Don't eat it. It smells terrible."

In fact, the taste of sugar is not so heavy, scattered in the air is sweet, not good, but absolutely not bad. To put it bluntly, boys in black just want to find something.

For Ji Rao on his side of this matter, he has been unhappy for several days.

Ji Rao looked at him blankly, ignored him and lowered his head.

It's not interesting.

Wang Zihao took this as Ji Rao's cowardice.

Cowardice, stuffy gourd, like to eat sugar, no characteristics, girls chirp.

These are all on Prince Haolei's point. He thinks when Ji Rao can annoy him, so that he can beat this man I'm not happy with this man.

"Ah, Prince Hao, where's your math homework?"

Wang Zihao rummaged through the pile of ragged books on his desk and said, "I can't find them."

The class representative reminded, "if you can't find it, you should copy all the simulation papers of yesterday."

Wang Zihao frowned more tightly, and his impatient appearance was about to burst out, which made the class representatives no longer say more and turned to collect other people's homework.

Shasha.

Wang Zihao acutely looked back and saw Ji Rao peeling a piece of sugar paper.

The restless mood suddenly soared to the top.

Wang Zihao directly reached out and knocked out the sugar in Ji Rao's hand. "Don't you understand me when I say stink?"

It was really loud. Ji Rao's hands were red.

Ji Rao didn't feel the pain, so he didn't respond. He just looked at the sugar on the ground, and then he looked up and pushed Wang Zihao's book down.

Wang Zihao's books are piled up like garbage, with corners and missing pages. These books are scattered and crumbling. Ji Rao just pushed a book, but these books were put together one by one, like a chain reaction, and all the books on the table fell off.

Wow.

The noise is not small, the class looked over, the noise quieted down.

Prince Houghton felt embarrassed. He couldn't make a girl in front of so many people. How shameful he was!

as soon as he patted the table, he stood up angrily and said, "you want to die."

Yang Zeyu also raised his head because of the sound. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Wang Zihao waving his fist at Ji Rao.

Wang Zihao is 1.75 meters. He is not too short and a little fat. He is used to playing on the playground. Before entering the class, he was said to fight a lot. His fist is absolutely not light. Brother Shen's wife is thin and weak. She's quiet. She can't break her face with this punch!

He stood up immediately.