Ying Shao is a Girl

Senior 3 sss class——

"Students, there is a new classmate who came to our class today. Presumably, everyone knows who it is?" the head teacher said very excitedly.

"Oh my God, the male god in my dream is in the same class as the male god, so happy!"

"Take a look at my lipstick, does it look good?"

"Is my makeup okay today?"

"Does anyone know which type of girl Young Master Ying likes?"

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The girls in the class boiled instantly and kept fiddling with the mirror, all of them were exquisite girls.

Boys are envious and jealous.

Of course, there are also those who want to hug their thighs.

"Young Master Ying, where do you want to sit?"

The boy's deep and narrow peach blossom eyes were full of frost. He glanced at the teacher in charge and opened his mouth lightly, "That's it."

Her eyes fell on the last row by the window

"Okay, okay, young master Ying, go and sit there." The head teacher was sweating, young master Ying's eyes were too cold, and it was only September that he felt a chill, too aggressive, so scary.

The eyes of the students followed Ying Junchu's figure to that position, their expressions were all weird, but no one dared to say anything.

There is no one around, but there are books, which should belong to someone.

However, this has nothing to do with her.

She turned her eyes to the window, thinking about her own business.

"Ling Yiche, you're late again today!"

"Teacher, I'm sorry." The boy's hair was messed up, he looked very embarrassed, and there were a lot of bruises on his hands.

The teacher in charge glared at him, not wanting to get angry, and told him to return to his seat quickly.

The girls were all staring at him, but Young Master Ying was sitting next to him!

Why is it him? A crooked guy? What should I do if I defile their male god?

So angry, you must teach him a lesson!

The people in the sss class of the third year of high school are all famous people, only Ling Yiche is a special student with particularly good grades.

He didn't make a sound, endured it, and walked towards his seat.

Ying Junchu looked at him with great interest, without intending to intervene.

His blue eyes were wet, full of water vapor, he bit his bright red lower lip tightly, and there was no trace of blood on his fair face.

Ying Junchu was instantly irritable, and said coldly, "Come here!"

The boy's cold voice spread throughout the classroom.

The classroom that was still in commotion just now was terribly silent for an instant. The students were stunned. Young Master Ying knew him?

Ling Yiche was also taken aback, followed the voice and saw Ying Junchu sitting next to him.

She crossed her legs, standing in the world, Tsinghua is noble.

"Young Master Ying, do you know each other?" The head teacher came out to smooth things over.

Ying Junchu ignored him, but he didn't deny it either.

Just repeat again, "Come here!"

An irresistible command tone!

"Ling Yiche, go back to your seat."

"Well, teacher."

"Okay, students, class starts now! Please turn the book to page six..."

Ling Yiche quietly glanced at Ying Junchu and found that she was not attending class.

He took out a blank piece of paper from the desk, wrote a few lines, and handed it to her desk.

She glanced at him, and after a long time, she opened the folded note.

The handwriting is very beautiful, like a girl's handwriting.

"Thank you just now. Are you studying here too? I have washed your clothes, and I can return them to you tomorrow."

Ying Junchu picked up a pen to write, crumpled the note and threw it to Ling Yiche.

The elegant and majestic handwriting is full of sharpness, and there is only one word, "um"

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