The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Everyone in the car heard the knock on the door, and at the same time their hearts stopped and they looked towards the car door with bated breath.

The person everyone was talking about appeared in front of the car door.

She was wearing a school uniform, her shirt was not tied into her skirt, and she was carrying a schoolbag. There was only a backpack strap hanging on her shoulders, her hair was not tied up, and her face looked a little pale.

The whole person is very rough, but I have to say that maybe some people are just blessed by God.

As long as Gu Weimian didn't use those low-quality cosmetics to ruin her face, no matter how she dressed up, her appearance could be used to support it.

Not only is she not sloppy like this, but she looks more chic and her aura has become stronger than when she was at the airport a few days ago.

The moment I stood at the bus gate, I attracted the attention of all the people walking on the street.

It was the first time for many Citizen people to see such an exquisite Oriental doll, and many people's Asian face blindness was cured at this moment.

The driver opened the door for her almost immediately.

Gu Weimian walked up slowly with her schoolbag on her back and nodded slightly to the three teachers sitting in the first row.

Wen Xuetao's expression changed when she saw Gu Weimian. If it hadn't been for years of self-cultivation, she would have screamed. Even though she suppressed the urge to ask Gu Weimian to go back at the first moment, her eyes were full of worry for Gu Weimian at this moment.

But the moment Gu Weimian smiled at her, she suddenly understood in her heart that the stubbornness in this girl's heart could not be reversed with just a few words.

The three students sitting in the second row behind the teacher subconsciously stood up the moment Gu Weimian nodded. After standing up, they were embarrassed to find that Gu Weimian was greeting the teacher just now.

The three people looked at each other.

"Weimian, why don't you sit here?"

"I'll help you get your bag. Sit here, just sit here."

Before these three people had finished speaking, Gu Weimian was surrounded by four or five people.

Cheng Yanbai, Ye Yumeng and other members of Group A had already run up. One of them took Gu Weimian's schoolbag, while the others opened the way.

"I've saved a seat for you. Sit by the window. Be quiet."

"Have you had breakfast? I brought two sandwiches and a carton of milk. Can you try some later?"

"Are you feeling sleepy? Do you want to rest for a while?"

Several people tacitly agreed not to ask Gu Weimian why he insisted on participating in the competition.

Although they were distressed, worried, and even very guilty, they inevitably felt that Gu Weimian had to participate in this competition for their sake.

But after these few days, they also saw Gu Weimian's persistence, and understood Gu Weimian's determination to compete, and her slightly calm and rigorous love for scientific research.

That kind of deep love, that sincerity in love, it's really hard for them to mistake it.

They also gradually understood that Gu Weimian really came to the competition because he liked it, and the reason why they came together and became friends was not only because Gu Weimian helped them many times in the competition, but also because they shared the same love and love. A common dream.

Naturally, they understood Gu Weimian's decision and supported it very much.

Tu Wenji raised his head and glanced at Gu Weimian, who was surrounded by the crowd. His eyelids twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and was as quiet as a chicken.

At the front of the car, in another row of three seats next to the three teachers, the camera faithfully captured all this.

The two media people, who originally looked down upon this task, also looked at each other.

Perhaps only by truly participating in the incident can we understand the pressure of the parties involved. The turbulent darkness in the carriage, the oppressive silence, and the seriousness and sharpness shown on the innocent faces made the two of them, adults who considered themselves well-informed, feel a little breathless.