Ying Shao is a Girl

The clear applause formed a sharp contrast with the noisy classroom.

Everyone is looking for the source of the sound.

Or out of surprise.

Or out of curiosity.

Or out of dissatisfaction.

Or for watching a show.

…

Everyone's eyes focused on the source of the sound.

The young man sitting by the window, shrouded in bright sunshine, is independent from the world and proud of Tsinghua University.

Then she stopped what she was doing.

His face was calm.

The hand with clear joints was placed on the desk, knocking it repeatedly.

The classroom that was turbulent a moment ago became calm again.

"I don't want to hear anything from Hei Ling Yiche in the future."

The young man's cold and calm voice spread throughout the classroom.

The classroom fell silent for a moment, very quiet.

There was only the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves outside the window.

Hearing this, Ling Yiche was stunned and turned his head to look at her.

Shui Lingling's eyes were full of surprise, doubt, and gratitude...

A mixture of emotions.

Is she helping herself again?

The hands were slightly clenched, and there were some tiny crystal beads of sweat in the white palms.

Ling Yiche said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Thank you..."

Ying Jun didn't look at him at first.

"Um."

He responded calmly and said no more words.

She moved her gaze out the window. The sycamore trees outside the window were gradually turning yellow in the cool autumn wind.

Why do you protect Ling Yiche again and again?

She didn't know it herself, deep down she couldn't bear to see Ling Yiche being bullied by others.

In fact, that's what she did.

Ying Junchu would not be entangled in such emotional matters at first. He would do whatever he wanted and would not spend his energy and thoughts on getting entangled.

Being too entangled will lead to hesitation, and that's not her style.

Some people who had spoken ill of Ling Yiche just now wiped away cold sweat silently.

But some are still unconvinced.

A brown-haired boy in the middle glared at her hard where Ying Junchu couldn't see her.

Feeling dissatisfied.

If you ask me not to say it, I won’t say it? Wouldn’t that make me lose face?

Why should you protect him? Just a waste.

Not only did he want to blackmail Ling Yiche, he also wanted to blackmail him even more.

I can't fight you, Ying Junchu, so why can't I deal with a piece of trash?

I just don’t know how far the dignified Young Master can protect a waste.

Just thinking about it makes me curious.

Ying Jun felt someone watching her for the first time.

She cast her cold gaze on the brown-haired man.

The long and narrow peach blossom eyes are bottomless.

The brown-haired boy looked at her frost-covered eyes, like a poisonous snake that was spitting out its core to him.

Extremely cold-blooded and extremely dangerous.

The brown-haired boy's heart skipped a beat and he quickly avoided Ying Junchu's gaze.

Secretly angry and dissatisfied

Isn't it just that the momentum is a bit scary? What to pretend to be? It’s not relying on the Ying family!

Thinking about it this way, he felt a little more confident.

Plans come from the heart.

The head teacher on the side secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

The situation was finally under control, and anything could happen in the class at Saint Tiran Academy.

This group of students...

There was really nothing she could do against them.

One mountain is higher than the other.

Absolute power and status really work well in this aristocratic school.

"Okay, students, class is starting now, please turn the book to page 27..."

The head teacher has not forgotten that his main responsibility is to teach.

…………

The morning passed in a blink of an eye.

The posts about the newly promoted school boss on the forum have almost been fermented.

Except for a very few people, most of the students in the school knew about the newly promoted school president.

There is no doubt that Ling Yiche is already famous in school.

However, the big tree attracts the wind.

During lunch time, the cafeteria of Saint Tiran College was full.

The school employs senior chefs with superb cooking skills, rich dishes and nutritious combinations.

Aristocratic schools have deep pockets.

The school has a total of eight canteens.

The first floor is for free mix and match of dishes, the second floor is for Chinese food, the third floor is for various snacks and pastries, the fourth floor is for fine drinks, the fifth and sixth floors are for foreign catering, the seventh floor is for school leaders or the school’s VIP restaurant, and the eighth floor is for four A top-notch royal restaurant.

In short, there is a dazzling array of things to offer.