I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck

In addition to Fu Yangxi and Jiang Xiuqiu in the international class, there are several people in the front row of the list.

Including Ke Chengwen, his parents are both senior officials, and the rate of return is also 0.3%.

Mingxi casts a net and focuses on fishing, although he focuses on Fu Yangxi, but if he can take a little from these people, he will be active.

In the past two days, she took advantage of the opportunity to help distribute the homework, and gave these people some handmade biscuits brought from He Yang’s store. She had an imperceptible contact with these people, and the buds slowly and arduously accumulated. There is also one.

Mingxi counted thirteen buds, and quietly took a small mirror to the corner of the corridor to take off his mask and glanced at it.

The traces were so shallow that they were almost invisible.

And I don't know if it is her illusion. She feels that since she started to get lucky, her hair has become more shiny, and her skin has become whiter, tender and smoother.

The system proudly said: "This is natural. Haven't you seen that in general novels, the appearance of positive characters is generally more detailed, and the villain only uses the words'beautiful' to describe it sloppily when she first appeared on the scene? Positive luck is equivalent to nutrients, and you will only get better and better."

The system couldn't help boasting: "You are the best-looking villain I have taken. When the wound has recovered, I am afraid that everyone believes the female celebrity in the photo."

"Really?" Mingxi was very happy.

However, Mingxi's requirements are very low, and she doesn't care whether she can be better.

As long as the scars on her face disappear as soon as possible, and she can live smoothly in this life, she will be rejoicing.

Judging from the current progress, it is estimated that when 20 young shoots are saved, she can take off the mask with confidence and never wear it again.

Ke Chengwen helped replace the water dispenser, and when he walked over, he found Fu Yangxi sloppyly licking his head, looking out the window.

He followed Fu Yangxi's gaze and glanced at him, and slapped his lips: "The transfer student is also miserable. I heard that he didn't look good at first, and suffered a facial injury before transferring to school last year. Recently, her sister Zhao Yuan was the number one in the school flower selection. The tallest, she should be somewhat inferior—"

Halfway through the conversation, he glanced at Fu Yangxi’s chilly face, and Ke Chengwen hurriedly made up: "But the transfer student has a good personality! You see, two days after coming to class, he gave us desserts and biscuits. Everyone likes her!"

"We?" Fu Yangxi successfully found the point.

Zhao Mingxi brought chocolate biscuits on the table this morning, and asked him if he could eat them. He snorted what kind of messy biscuits. He planned to wait for Zhao Mingxi to ask him a second time and reach out to take them again. Zhao Mingxi just put them on the table. The biscuits were taken back. He almost made him a pufferfish.

But he thought it was Zhao Mingxi's breakfast. He probably didn't eat her enough, so he didn't touch it either.

But who knows that when she turns around, she is assigned to the rest of the class?

Fu Yangxi looked at Ke Chengwen coldly, visibly unhappy with the naked eye: "Who?"

Ke Chengwen wished to slap himself in a mouthful to make himself more talkative, and later he couldn’t eat Zhao Mingxi’s desserts: "No one, just, just the team leaders from homework, the transfer student just arrived. This can also help her integrate as soon as possible."

Fu Yangxi thoughtfully: "Yes."

Little Sweet Cook is very good at dealing with others, so he just learns from him. There is no need to worry about family diplomacy in the future.

To Ke Chengwen's surprise, Fu Yangxi did not ask any more.

Instead, he bit his head happily and continued to stare out the window.

Ke Chengwen was relieved.

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The selection of school flowers and the Hundred Schools League are hot topics recently.

Mingxi put away the small mirror and came in, and he heard several girls discussing.

"Have you all voted? Why did Zhao Yuan have the highest number of votes this year? Isn't Zeng Jiaojiao in the gold medal class popular? I like the Yujie cool fan type!"

"Normally, boys account for seven points in A. Don't all boys like Zhao Yuan's innocent and pitiful looks like Xiaojiabiyu."

"But Zeng Jiaojiao's IQ is crushed!"

"That's not necessarily." A boy couldn't help but said: "Zhao Yuan's evergreen class is also the top class. Last year, she also participated in the 100-school league and was shortlisted. The gold medal class is only dedicated to conquering competitions. In terms of overall performance, I don’t know who is better than anyone."

Someone echoed: "What's more, Zhao Yuan has a better temperament and a better family background. The young man who came to pick her up last time has a better temperament. Have you all seen it-it seems to be her elder brother."

Mingxi hears a lot of these words, after all, the heroine halo is everywhere.

Fortunately, every time Zhao Zhanhuai came, he would only pick up his little princess. Mingxi has never been in Zhao Zhanhuai's car, so no one in the school knows that she and Zhao Yuan are sisters.

But about this time she had just changed classes and took the initiative to approach Fu Yangxi.

Someone became interested in her and inquired about it.

Seeing her sitting down and starting to fill out the application form for the Hundred Schools League, a boy looked from a distance and was surprised: "You want to participate?"

Zhao Mingxi looked up at him: "Yeah."

Given that she has been in the middle of the lower reaches several times in ordinary classes, and only once achieved the top five scores, it is indeed a bit ironic in the eyes of others to want to participate in this kind of provincial competition.

However, there is still a period of time in the Hundred Schools League. Mingxi felt that as long as he worked hard to increase his luck before that, he might no longer be burdened by the villain's status in the exam, and he would be able to fully test his true results.

——Then it may be possible to qualify for the finals.

The boy felt that she was a little overpowered, but Fu Yangxi, who was scrupulously sleeping while she was sleeping, did not say clearly, but jokingly said: "By the way, what's wrong with your face? Can you take off the mask and show us? Your sister looks like Good-looking grades are good, you shouldn’t be far behind, right?"

This is obviously a bit ironic, knowing that before Ming Xi turned around, he was from the ordinary class whose grades were dropped by a large portion of the three classes.

And the face value is also, knowing that Mingxi looks mediocre.

Another girl also said: "Yeah, I don't know what you look like yet."

The pity in the girl's eyes was too curious.

Mingxi noticed the boys' bad intentions, didn't want to pay attention, didn't lift their eyelids, and said, "What you can look like is not just two eyes and one mouth."

Both of them were choked.

Mingxi didn't care much about what they thought.

But anyway, the scars on the face have almost completely disappeared. You can't see it without a magnifying glass. Why don't you take off the mask now?

But before she could take any action, a pencil case flew in front of her, with a "clam", the joking boy twitched his eyelids and quickly avoided, and the pencil case hit his desk heavily.

Fu Yangxi stared at him with a cold face of "you treat me as dead": "Isn't it annoying, all the time you have a mouthful, it's so noisy."

The boy's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to speak immediately. He picked up the pencil case and returned it to Ke Chengwen's desk, and hurried to the back of the classroom.

The girl was also frightened, and hurriedly lowered her head to write the question.

Mingxi paused with his hand about to take off the mask. She glanced at her tablemate in surprise.

"What do you look at?" Fu Yangxi snorted coldly, with red hair and arrogant eyebrows. She looked at her with slanted eyes, her face full of discomfort.

Seeing Mingxi still staring at him without speaking, Fu Yangxi got up uncomfortable, put on the noise-reducing headphones, and muttered: "Don't be proud, I'm not helping you, they are quarreling me."

Mingxi couldn't help laughing: "Thank you."

Her impression of Fu Yangxi finally improved from -1000. She found that although the mouth was ugly, she didn't seem to be as difficult to get along with as she thought.

Fu Yangxi said angrily, "I didn't help you by saying that."

Mingxi shrugged his shoulders, said nothing, lowered his head to continue filling out the application form.

Fu Yangxi glanced at her with the light, and saw that she was quiet, with white eyes, but she didn't know what she was thinking. Going to the corridor to look in the mirror just now shows that she still cares about her face. After hearing those words just now, she must be holding back tears——

Of course, there were no tears in the corners of the transferred students' eyes, but Fu Yangxi inexplicably felt that the lips under her mask must have been biting stubbornly.

Fu Yangxi scratched her hair, feeling a little irritable inexplicably.

After a while, Mingxi, who was about to fill out the application form, suddenly heard Fu Yangxi ask: "Do you think I am handsome?"

Mingxi:?

Has this idiot narcissism committed again?

But to be honest, the prince is indeed impeccable, handsome eyebrows and tall height, and also comes with the bgm aura of the school bully, it is good to see that no matter who wants to look at the degree.

Of course, no one in A dared to stare at him, because he would run away after just one more look.

"Handsome." Mingxi raised his head and glanced at the tiny mole at the corner of his eye, cooperating and honestly speaking.

Fu Yangxi snorted and continued to glance at her: "That's it."

Mingxi:?

Fu Yangxi explained: "Because I'm handsome, I have a girl-I make friends, I recognize a younger brother, and I don't care whether the other person looks good or not. No matter how good I am, I can't look good."

Fu Yangxi triumphantly: "So you can rest assured, I don't care about your beauty or ugliness."

Mingxi: "……………………"

Thank you so much.

I felt comforted in an instant.

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Because the selection of school flowers has been twittering in the class for a day, Mingxi, who was planning to wash his sleep at night, opened the forum and took a look. The result was very, very unexpected, I found myself also shortlisted.

Of course, the current ranking is at the bottom.

But shockingly, there were forty-five votes.

Mingxi:? ? ?

Can a photo wearing a mask also participate?

Is the contributor blind or playing with her?

Sure enough, in the forum, many students from outside schools were shocked to ask who this is, photos of masks can also participate.

Mingxi guessed it was E Xiaoxia or the like who hated her. She didn't have the energy to pay attention to it, so she didn't bother to care about it.

And this side.

Ke Chengwen and a group of younger brothers were struggling with panda eyes, and the impatient Fu Yangxi urged them to move faster and change a few more accounts to vote.

A group of people complained and scolded Zhou Papi.

I thought that having a "sister-in-law" was a joy to see, but I didn't expect it to be so painful.

Mingxi didn't take this matter to heart. She was very busy. While preparing for the Hundred Schools League, she continued to insist on making desserts every day after school and bringing them to Fu Yangxi the next day. By the way, she looked for various opportunities to get closer with Fu Yangxi.

So I didn't know that by Friday, my vote had reached more than three hundred and fifty, and he had already entered the top 20 on the homepage.

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On Friday, after Shen Liyao finished playing basketball, he heard someone discuss it when he returned to the classroom. He frowned, took out his phone and took a look, and sure enough, he saw that Zhao Mingxi had soared to the twentieth place.

Shen Liyao knew that Zhao Mingxi was very good-looking, and when he saw him two years ago, he couldn't move his eyes. However, she had poor grades and a thick-skinned face. At first, Shen Liyao glanced at her admission grades, only thinking that talking to her was a waste of time, so he detoured when he saw her.

But in the past two years, she worked very hard, not knowing how much effort it took to climb to the top five of the ordinary class.

In fact, she is not that bad either, she is unmatched in her efforts.

Shen Liyao dropped his eyes carelessly, and voted for the 20th place casually.

Suddenly someone called his name, like Zhao Mingxi's voice.

He stopped on the corridor, curled his lower lip, and turned his head with a cold expression, only to see that it was a second-year high school girl.

The girl hurried over to deliver mineral water.

Shen Liyao's expression immediately changed, becoming very irritable.

Before the girl came over, he went upstairs without a word.

This week, Zhao Mingxi has hardly appeared in his field of vision except after asking He Yang to send the notebook over on Tuesday.

In the physical education class of the gold medal class on Wednesday, Zhao Mingxi would definitely ask the teacher for leave under the pretext of an official holiday, and sneaked to the playground to look for him. He also went to the broadcasting room on Thursdays, and Zhao Mingxi would definitely guard him in the broadcasting room.

There is also Friday’s basketball game. In the past two years, Zhao Mingxi has never missed any of his games——

And this is the first time in two years, she did not appear in the crowd from the beginning to the end.

The international class and the gold medal class are on the same floor, and Shen Liyao has never met Zhao Mingxi.

In the past few days, Zhao Mingxi has not passed through the window of the gold medal class—it seems that she has deliberately detoured a long way this week, every time she goes up and down from another corridor close to the office.

Shen Liyao finally realized that she was really avoiding him on purpose.

Why on earth.

There was no emotion on Shen Liyao's face, but when he walked into the classroom coldly, he subconsciously glanced at the direction of the international class, and he was too dry.