How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 808 The Real World (2)

  The air was silent for a moment.

  The transfer student on the stage was carrying a schoolbag, his slender fingers like jade were shrunk, his slender eyelashes were lifted, his eyes were as clear and pure as lake water under the moonlight, and his profile was noble and graceful.

  's light and slow tone is like the wind, making people want to grab and touch the empty hand.

   "I'm Wen Xien."

   An extremely simple self-introduction, with only these five words, and then pursed his pale lips, turned his eyes slightly, and looked at the teacher.

Only then did Teacher    react, "Student Wen, there is just a seat in the fourth row of the third group, you can sit there."

  Wen Xien ignored everyone's burning gaze, walked over and took a seat.

  The books in the second year of high school are all unified, and the books in Wen Xien's schoolbag are very complete.

The    class started again, but the minds of the students in the audience had long since drifted to other places, and they all secretly looked out of the corner of their eyes to look at the amazingly beautiful transfer student.

   Wen Xien was used to this kind of sight.

   Her tablemate was a handsome boy who smiled brightly.

   He raised the book to cover his face, put his head close to Wen Xien, and introduced in a low voice.

   "Hello, my name is Duan Ning."

   The snow-white and noble transfer student ignored him, holding the book with his jade-like fingers, his eyelashes were long and dense, and his lips were slightly pursed, showing indifference.

   Duan Ning didn't feel embarrassed either. He took it out of the school uniform's pocket, took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop, and put it on Wen Xien's table as if to please him.

   "I'll give you something to eat, we'll be at the same table from now on, take care of you."

   The beautiful transfer student is like a jade person, indifferent like an ice cube, she doesn't even look at the candy, she is indifferent and disdainful.

   Duan Ning was deflated for the first time, touched his nose in embarrassment, but did not speak.

   After class, a lot of people gathered at the table of transfer students. I don’t know if it was because of curiosity or what. The chatter didn’t know what they were talking about.

  Wen Xien, who was surrounded by the middle, seemed to be out of the way. Her words were really few, and sometimes she was silent like a delicate doll.

   But her indifference did not repel those enthusiastic people, but made them even more fiery.

   Duan Ning looked a little unhappy, he patted the table hard to make the noisy crowd quieter.

  The boy Qingjun's face sank slightly: "What are you doing around here? Are you full and have nothing to do?"

  Xu is a boy who is quite prestigious in the class. As soon as he said this, some people left one after another, although he was very unwilling.

   When school is over, there will be a car at the door.

  Wen Xien leaned on the car window and fell asleep with headphones on.

   The driver glanced at it and suddenly said, "The eldest young master is back."

  Originally still a little confused, Wen Xien woke up instantly, his face turned pale, his eyelashes trembled as if he had thought of something terrible.

   Fingertips glowing with pale pink nervously grabbed the corner of his clothes.

   She suddenly thought that the road could be a little longer, so that she didn't have to face that person so early.

   But no matter how much she prayed in her heart, the car still stopped steadily at the door of the house.

   The driver got out of the car and opened the door, but Wen Xien didn't get out of the car immediately, but worked stiffly for nearly a minute before getting out of the car.

  The living room is quieter than ever, and the maids don't seem to dare to walk too hard.

   Wen Xien grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and walked in step by step.

   A man was sitting on the expensive sofa, with his legs in trousers spread wide, a sloppy and very controlling gesture.

  His profile is extremely handsome, and the profile of his side face is as cold as ice.

   Holding a magazine in his hand, flipping through it casually.

   Hearing the footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes, and the dark ink-like eyes changed for a while.

   The thin lips pursed slightly, and they curved out an arc: "En, come here."

His warm smile made Wen Xien even more frightened. She took a step back almost as a conditioned reflex, and her indifferent and noble surface was broken all at once, revealing a fragile and pitiful scene, enough for anyone to do it heartbroken.

  The man seemed to be dissatisfied with the movement of Wen Xien's hind legs, he returned to his expressionless face, and his low voice increased: "I'll say it again, come here."

   The snow-white man had a pale face, endured the fear engraved in his bones, and slowly walked to the man's side.

   Just stood in front of the man, her wrist was pinched hard.

   It was the hand of an adult male, the finger pulp was a little rough, and it was extremely powerful.

   This hand squeezed him, and it hurt her.

   Then he pulled her easily and pulled her onto the sofa. The two were sitting very close to each other, with their legs touching their legs, and the thin fabric seemed to be able to feel each other's temperature.

   "Why did my brother become so disobedient after not coming back for a few days?"

   A low and magnetic male voice sounded above his head.

   Wen Xien's eyelashes trembled, his whole body trembled with fear, and the fingers pinching her wrist were rough and hot.

  Wen Xien raised his eyes, just looked at the man and looked away, his voice was soft and soft, "I'm not disobedient."

   The man still seemed unhappy, he frowned, and unconsciously increased the strength in his hands, his tone was indistinguishable, "Why don't you call me brother?"

   Wen Xien was inexplicably opposed to the title brother.

  Because when he was a child, Wen Xien was told by Wen Xin to get along well with his brother and listen to his brother's words.

   Naive, she thought that this brother would be like someone else's brother, would protect her and play with her.

   But unfortunately, from the first day she moved into this house, this dream was broken into pieces.

   She timidly called out to her brother.

  The noble and arrogant boy pushed her to the ground in disgust with a look of disdain.

   "Who do you call me that? You don't know where the wild seed came from, are you worthy?"

   Little Wen Xien, who fell to the ground, was blinded.

   She raised her head and looked at the boy, her knees were aching.

   That time period happened to be summer. She was wearing short overalls, which were exposed below the knees. The skin on her knees was torn, blood beads came out, and her elbows were bruised.

   Her pain was dull, and it took a while to feel the pain. Her snow-white skin like suet jade was blue and purple. She looked at the blood and shed tears helplessly.

   looked at the boy pitifully and wanted him to be soft-hearted.

   Of course, the boy didn't mean to coax him. He held his arms and looked coldly at the crying child sitting on the ground with red eyes.

  Little Wen Xien has a sweet mouth and a sweet personality. When she was a child, the street neighbors liked her very much. At a young age, she did not see the malicious intent in the eyes of the boy.

   He also opened his wet and beautiful eyes, timidly beating the young man.

   "Brother, it hurts..."

   She stretched out her chubby, white and tender arm like a lotus root and asked the boy for help.

   Recently, I got inspiration and made up for the ending.

   (end of this chapter)