Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

The next day, after coming out of the hospital, Qu Yizhao went directly to school.

Qu Yizhao looked at the sign of Class No. 7 of Senior High School. She looked through the window at the chaotic tables, chairs and benches inside, and then looked up again to make sure that she had gone the right way.

Qu Yizhao found her desks, chairs and benches from the chaotic classroom. Fortunately, her desks, chairs, benches and textbooks were not affected by the disaster.

Suddenly, I felt a little distressed for today's duty student. Today's workload is greater than a week's workload.

Qu Yizhao sat on the chair, took out all the textbooks in the drawer and wrote his name on it.

Although it has been almost a month since school started, Qu Yizhao doesn't even know what the textbook looks like.

As soon as the textbook was handed out, she stuffed it into the drawer and let it eat ashes.

Turning over the brand-new textbook, Qu Yizhao glanced roughly, with a kind of bewildered pride in his chest.

It was so simple, even simpler than her junior high school textbook, it was a piece of cake.

But when Qu Yizhao turned to Chinese and English, she suddenly fell silent.

Who is Tagore written on it?

What is this?

Qu Yizhao silently put down the book in his hand, picked up the history book again, and after a quick glance, Qu Yizhao put it down silently.

Although Qu Yizhao has the memories of the original Qu Yizhao, but the original owner is a complete scumbag!

Opening the textbook, he tapped the table twice with his index finger. His slender jade finger was white and tender, as delicate as an orchid.

The dim light shines through the window and pours on Qu Yizhao's body, his tall and straight spine is like an evergreen pine.

Junxiu's unruly face was indifferent, as if no matter what happened, she couldn't make her frown.

...

"Hey, Brother Zhao, why are you here today?"

A tall, very muscular boy saw Qu Yizhao in the classroom, stepping over the messy desks, chairs and benches happily.

The boy sat on a table next to Qu Yizhao and greeted her with a smile.

Qu Yizhao nodded at him, as a greeting to him.

The indifferent boy's voice sounded: "When you recover from your illness, you will naturally come to school to study."

"Eh?"

Wan Yuqu patted his head and grinned: "I thought brother Zhao would ask for leave to play for two more days before coming back to school!"

Qu Yizhao gave a "tsk", this is indeed the original owner's style of doing things, but it is not her style of doing things.

Smacking his mouth, Qu Yizhao hooked his fingers towards Wan Yuqu.

Wan Yuqu was taken aback by Qu Yizhao's action, which almost caused him to fall off the table.

Wan Yuqu's complexion changed several times, as interesting as a palette.

Seeing the other party's reaction so strong, Qu Yizhao raised his eyebrows.

After a while, Wan Yuqu dawdled and said: "Brother Zhao, brother Zhao, I am the only seedling in our family. My father, mother, grandpa and grandma are all waiting for me to carry on the family!"

"Go, what do you think I'm going to tell you?"

Blue veins twitched on his forehead, and Qu Yizhao knew that the other party wanted to go wrong, so he gritted his teeth a little bit, and Qu Yizhao said harshly.

"Oh, it's fine if it's not, it's fine if it's not. What's the matter? Brother Zhao, tell me."

Wan Yuqu patted his head in embarrassment, said with a smile.

"Help me find out who spread the news that Tai Sheng had a handsome guy the day before yesterday."

A trace of cruelty flashed across the narrow and cold eyes.

The boy's face seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist, and his lips as delicate as cherry blossoms evoked a cruel and reckless smile.

Wan Yuqu narrowed his eyes, he found that Qu Yizhao seemed to be a different person, then smiled heartily and said, "No problem, leave it to me!"