Chapter 798 An Ordinary Day

Tang Xinrou was crying in the toilet.

By the way, this time even An Feiran thought Xu Yue was doing the right thing.

In order to prevent another collective lesson, Tang Xinrou quieted a class.

During the break between classes, I suddenly heard someone discussing.

"Hey, have you seen it? A lot of people came to our school and they were still carrying cameras."

"Camera? Is there another director who wants to come to our school for shooting? Alas, our school will become popular again! Will it become a tourist check-in spot?"

"No! This time I came to shoot Song Jingwan! Tsk, it's not the same to become a star. I saw a lot of people asking her to sign it!"

Tang Xinrou raised her head curiously just now, and she hit her head.

It didn't hurt, but she shrank her back.

Wrongly turned his head.

The girl sat by the window, graceful and calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Read the book well."

"But, are you not curious?"

"I have time to be curious? Add a math paper and do it now."

Tang Xinrou: "Hello!"

"An Feiran, come and look at her."

Song Yaoya directly interrupted Tang Xinrou's words, her voice faint.

Tang Xinrou bit her pen and looked at the clean boy walking towards her. Her cheeks were hot, painful and happy.

She was so happy listening to them talking about gossip, she thought too!

But soon...

Her pain was finally shared.

Moreover, it is a whole class of people.

Outside the window, the photography team curiously stopped outside the third shift.

Ask: "Is this your class?"

Everyone in the classroom did their own things, writing papers and reading books. In the quiet air, there was only the rustling sound of pen rubbing the paper.

There is no teacher in the classroom, it's all self-consciousness.

The sunlight passed through the transparent glass, like broken gold, spilling into the classroom.

The beautiful picture makes people breathless, and then I can't help but miss it.

Looking at them, it was as if I had traveled back to high school all at once and became a member of the reviewing army in the classroom.

Song Jingwan retracted her gaze and smiled generously, "No, although I want to, it's a pity."

She spread her hands, and after training, she has a strong sense of camera. She knew which angle she looked best at, lowered her head, smiled, and gently pinned the broken hair behind her ears.

The voice is nice and gentle, "Aren't you always curious about what the legendary Liyang Class 3 looks like? Well, that's it, all of them work hard, and the learning atmosphere is simply not too good!"

The host was amused by her, "Which class does Jingwan belong to?"

Song Jingwan curled her eyes, "Class One, come with me."

She is a little slow and looks normal.

There is no makeup, and she wears a small brown suit uniform. The bottom is a pleated skirt that reaches the knees, and the bottom is matched with small black leather shoes.

The sun leaped over her head, and the ponytail flickered. Without filters, it is beautiful enough.

This is probably young capital.

The host gave face, "Wow!" He exclaimed, "Is it Liyang's key class? That Jingwan is very powerful!"

"Generally, I depended on poor grades at the end of last year. This time I took several months of leave. In order to make up lessons these days, look, my hairline is going to be bald~~"

She lifted her bangs without fear of embarrassment, a face almost reaching the camera.

The more so, the more people see her flawless little face.

"Haha, it's still so good-looking! What if you say that, let us, the majority of bald people, do?"

(End of this chapter)