The best villain transfer student

Last time, I comforted Mo Xue when she committed suicide, and now she comforts me. Love is really torture.

"But I can't help but think about how loving and sweet they were before. Maybe they were just separated temporarily. Now that she's back, I should give Gong Yexi back to her, right?" I cried, my eyes red.

, said lightly.

"Of course not. You and Gong Yexi have gone through so many things. Don't you have any confidence in him?"

Confidence? I hesitated and looked at Lin Moxue with my eyes open in confusion. The morning sun was spotted on the ground, and irregular holes pieced together an incomplete picture.

We were friends in need, but I was just the maid and girlfriend he bought with money. After thinking for a long time, I raised my head and said to Lin Moxue: "I just don't have confidence in myself. He once loved Qian so much."

Yan.”

"You also said it was in the past, but you are his present. Who is not sure about the past tense? How can you come to a conclusion here alone? It is unfair to him."

It was the first time I discovered that Mo Xue could smile so beautifully and touchingly. In fact, she was already very charming and beautiful, but her pity for her made me only remember her frailty and forget her simple beauty.

Gong Yexi didn't say anything. I'm the only one here thinking wildly. Maybe his choice will be me.

Thinking of this, I stood up and gave Mo Xue a smile of victory. Of course I have to fight for my own happiness. I gave up my good boyfriend Su Shengying for Gong Yexi, and I can't lose this one: "Mo Xue, thank you.

You, I don’t care who Gong Yexi chooses, I will take what is mine even if it is not mine."

"Um."

When I returned to the classroom, I took out a piece of paper. It is said that high school is a period when love letters are popular. In this case, of course I have to lead the trend. As my boyfriend, it should be a big deal for me to receive a love letter from Han Xiaonuo.

What an honor.

But the drawer was almost full of paper. I came out and wrote the first word, "Dear," and then it was gone.

Emma, ​​I regret it so much. Why didn’t I listen to the Chinese language lady and study hard? At least it would be particularly helpful for writing love letters.

I was still thinking hard about how many gorgeous words I should use to win back this boy I like so much. There was another commotion outside the window, and an uneasy premonition came to my mind. I immediately became vigilant.

Putting down the pen, I stood up and looked out the window. A girl with a ponytail and a white casual sportswear was standing in the crowd. Even without any modification, people could see her at a glance. I was shocked.

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