After wearing the book, I became a little villain fan

Chapter 8: Stay away from Yan Zhi, right?

A drop of water slid into the collar along the graceful arc of the neck, and the little girl's eyebrows flashed in his mind.

Yan Zhi raised his hand to cover his heartbeat with an unusual frequency. He frowned and his Adam's apple rolled: "Stop beating."

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Jingle bell——

When Jiang Yao looked up at the door for the 78th time, the boy finally entered the classroom with the bell ringing.

Then, he walked to his seat without looking back.

"What."

Jiang Yao curled her lips and took out her textbook.

The class representative also walked up to 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 became unified.

In her previous life, Jiang Yao was already a sophomore in college, and her memory of high school textbooks was not too vague, but she could keep up.

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

The Chinese class representative on the podium is a fair-skinned boy with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is an upright person. The first impression he gives is that he is very shy and introverted.

However, when this class representative read aloud, he was like two extremes: he was impassioned and danced with joy.

Jiang Yao was close and heard very clearly.

Just like now:

"...The green mud is so thick that it reaches the rocky mountains with nine twists and turns after a hundred steps."

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

then.

"When I went to the Lijing Well, I raised my head and breathed, and touched my head with my hands - I sat down and sighed!"

He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and sighed. His tone suddenly became passionate, and the last three words were muttered like a lament. He also retracted his outstretched hand and clenched it into a fist in front of his chest, as if helpless.

Good guy!

A proper poetry recitation contestant!

Jiang Yao watched with gusto until the morning reading was over.

There was no recess after morning reading. A middle-aged man with slightly bald hair and a stout figure walked in with a lesson plan under his arm.

He stood in the middle of the podium and looked at the audience with a smile, his teeth out of sight.

Jiang Yao thought he looked like Maitreya Buddha.

"We are going to talk about test papers in this class. Please take out the mock 4 that we took the test a few days ago!"

Jiang Yao rummaged in the drawer, glanced at the desk next to her, and pulled out the mock paper 4 with difficulty. Looking at the big word "chemistry", Miss Jiang squinted her eyes.

Very good, very immersive.

She had already begun to doze off.

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

A hesitant female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Jiang Yao turned around, it was her current deskmate.

My deskmate is a cheerful-looking girl with short bobbed hair.

It seems to be called...Taotao?

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

Tao Tao's eyes widened, she put down the pen in her hand, and made a "pinch" motion with both hands. Her tone was exaggerated: "He once strangled a stray cat to death!"

"Do you think it's scary or not?"

Jiang Yao: "!!!"

No, right?

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

Tao Tao: "..."

Why didn't you notice that Jiang Yao was so interested in Yan Zhi before?

She became serious, glanced at the teacher on the podium, and said mysteriously, "The people in Class 7 saw it."

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

Tao Tao made a gesture to talk after class, so Jiang Yao had to give up and focus on the test paper in front of her.

Miss Jiang was about to cry but had no tears.

It is now the second semester of the second year of high school, and the arts and science classes have already been divided into classes. But the original owner chose the science class!

Damn!

In her previous life, she studied literature!

She has a good memory and is top-notch in liberal arts. But when it comes to all kinds of convoluted formulas, her eyesight goes blank and she can't remember a single symbol!

(End of chapter)