The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Do you have any good friends? From small to large, from green to ignorant to mature and stable, has been by your side?

Maybe you will hate each other, talk to each other, laugh at each other's hairstyle, laugh at each other for being stupid, but when you encounter frustration, dilemma, insult, he will jump out immediately, protect you, comfort you, give you a way to rely Shoulder?

— Do you remember him?

In An Xiaxia's impression, the first time I met health was at the age of nine, fourth grade.

She didn't go to school when she was a kid, and was abused by her adoptive father for another year. She didn't even know a few words.

She was transferred to the experimental elementary school, and the head teacher took her to the class.

"Classmates, please be quiet. Our class has a new classmate today. You have to learn from each other and help each other, you know?"

"Know it--"

An Xia Xia was startled, and stepped back timidly.

The head teacher touched her head, thinking she was shy, and comforted: "It doesn't matter, the classmates are very warm and friendly, can you write your name on the blackboard?"

She stuffed a piece of chalk into An Xia Xia's hand, An Xia Xia opened her mouth, and she said, "I, I can't write ..."

"Oh, don't lie to the teacher, hurry to write." The teacher pushed her up.

Anxiaxia held the chalk and looked at dozens of eyes below, wow crying.

"Hahaha-" The class laughed loudly, and the head teacher was helpless and could only arrange for her to find a seat and sit down first.

Anxia Xia just sat down, and her ponytail was severely torn.

"Hmm ..." The sore scalp was numb, she turned her head, and the handsome little boy in the back face made a grimace at her: "Coward!"

Anxiaxia bit her lip and almost cried again.

The little boy wanted to find some fun toys and kept harassing her.

Anxia Xiazha had a double ponytail, which An Yibei studied for half a day before she got it out. She was dragged by a little boy and quickly became messy.

"It hurts ... don't pull it ..." Anxia Xia said aggrieved, and the little boy grinned, "I'm happy! You have the ability, you cry!"

Anxiaxia was a crying bag at that time, mouth |

The teacher on the podium couldn't bear it: "Health! What's wrong with you, have you bullied your new classmates?"

Kang Jian hippie smiled and said, "Where is it, she loves to cry!"

"Okay! You go out and punish me!" The teacher impolitely issued the deportation order.

Kang Jian was accustomed to it, holding the comics hidden in the drawer and walking out of the classroom.

He had just stood still for ten seconds, and Anxiaxia rushed out, her twin ponytails were messy, her eyes were red, and her face was still dripping with tears and snot.

A bit ugly.

"Hey, don't cry!" He awkwardly persuaded. Anxia Xia was unheard of, and flew into the arms of a middle-aged man not far away. "Dad, I don't want to go to school ..."

An An's heartbroken. Fortunately, An Xia Xia was so coquettish. He bought her an ice cream bar. After seeing Jian Jian, the light flashed: "You stand outside for a while now, wait until you finish eating, then go in?"

Anxiaxia sucked her nose and nodded foolishly.

Kang Jian was so playful, while Dad An answered the phone, swiped away An Xia Xia's ice cream, stuffed her mouth with two or three mouthfuls, and spit her tongue out at her.

"Hey!"

Then Anxiaxia cried even harder.