Then, before she could see the reaction on Qi Ziyan's face, Teacher Bai on the podium spoke first.

   "Okay, you only have five minutes to tidy things up, don't disturb other students in class."

  He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. On the surface, he seemed to be fine, and his voice was the same as when he was usually calm, perhaps for those who didn't know him well.

  However, Jiao Yang saw the tide-like emotions in his dark pupils under the transparent lenses.

  The corner of her mouth twitched, and she gave him a silent snort with eyes that only two people could understand.

   They would have been over. It was he who insisted on doing this, and he kept ignoring her why she obeyed him.

  At that moment, Bai Mingjue's face became even more ugly.

   "What's going on, Mr. Bai never cared about the boss's affairs before"

  Several girls began to complain: "Could it be that a new transfer student has come, so do you want to establish prestige in the first class?"

  Jiaoyang looked away with a half-smile, tidied up her things, lost the mood to do anything else, continued to take out her phone as if no one else was there, and started to watch videos.

   Such a class seems to be spent in a mediocre manner amidst the small videos and the "swish, swish, swish" note-taking sound of the same table listening carefully.

  When Jiaoyang was playing with her mobile phone, she took a rare errand and glanced to the side. She raised her eyebrows as she watched her new deskmate jot down dense notes in a notebook.

   It is said that people have different starting points from birth. Some people have already stood at the end point where ordinary people will stand for a lifetime when they are born.

   Not to mention them.

  Jiao Yang became more and more distracted and glanced at the young man beside him, observing his outfit.

  Limited edition seven-figure watches, seven-figure shoes. Clothes don’t have any style, so they should be custom-made.

   She doesn’t look like a butterfly all day long like Lu Ran, who changes all kinds of hairstyles, and even changes her hair color every Monday.

  The hair has no traces of perm dyeing, it is very soft and fluffy, and it is at the ear level, but it can also be seen that it has been carefully trimmed by a good barber.

   Fair skin, serious eyes, high nose bridge, cherry-like pink lips.

  Jiaoyang just put his head on his hand and looked over seriously.

   There is also a hand holding the pen holder, which seems to belong to the noble son's untouched hand. The ten fingers are slender and perfect, and the ten fingers are also clean.

  Anyway, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a family environment where you need to struggle on your own. Then why do you have to work so hard? Isn't the country that parents have worked so hard to build up so that their children can enjoy themselves in time?

  Jiao Yang didn't understand. For her, the gold and silver inherited from her parents are for squandering, instead of carrying it on, it becomes a burden that crushes generations of children and grandchildren.

   Everyone dies. And it's not sure when you're going to die, it's a possibility every moment. That being the case, why can't we seize the uncertain time in the certainty of happiness?

  Thinking of this, she couldn't help lowering her head, and saw the manicure on her hand, which was newly done a few days ago.

  Jiaoyang's eyes flickered, and her mind leaped to think that when she just finished her nails a few days ago, she was praised and praised by her brother.

  Lu Xishuo told her: "The newly made nails are very beautiful."

  She remembered that she was a little proud at that time.

  After all, for a straight man, being able to discover subtle changes in the opposite **** around him can be said to be his own great success.

  But now she feels that even if the ten fingers are not painted or decorated with various rings, they still look pretty good.

  But would my brother like her like this?

  Jiao Yang thought again: Never mind him, why should she consider what her brother thinks.

Just when Jiaoyang looked at his new deskmate in a daze on the surface, but was actually thinking about what style of dress he would show up the next day, what to eat and what to play in the evening, he was called up by Teacher Bai for the first time answer the questions.

   "Sheng Jiaoyang, please answer, what should you choose?"

  That is a multiple-choice question in physics. It talks about elastic collision between a neutron and an atomic nucleus. There are four options a, b, c, and d.

   This is the simplest basic question.

  However, it is impossible for students to answer questions that they have not heard in class.

  Jiao Yang turned his gaze to the question on the screen, and then turned his gaze to Bai Mingjue.

   But he didn't stand up, and didn't say anything.

   "Can't you answer such a simple question?" Bai Mingjue frowned and continued, the reflection under the lens made his face even colder and more ruthless.

   "Didn't you take the third place in the whole section in the last midterm exam? How could you not even be able to answer such questions?"

  Jiao Yang still looked at him expressionlessly, without speaking.

  The surrounding area was completely silent.

  I don't know why, but they seem to feel that Teacher Mingming and Jiao Yang have gradually gotten along with each other over the years, and they are no longer incompatible. But today, Teacher Bai seems to be particularly targeting Jiaoyang.

  It's okay for him to stump Jiaoyang with difficult problems, but asking her such a basic question is to tell everyone that he knows that Jiaoyang's midterm grades are fake.

  Bai Mingjue continued: "Your basic points have dropped too much, come to my office after class."

   Luo Xiaorou and a group of people in the back are anxious: They also want to help the boss, but they are both scumbags, so they really can't help!

  Jiao Yang twitched the corner of her mouth, and when she was about to say something, a young man whispered in her ear.

   "Choose b."

  Jiaoyang was stunned for a while, but didn't look at him.

  Qi Ziyan thought she didn't hear clearly, this time he said it again with a slightly louder voice: "Choose b."

  The corners of her mouth curled, she stood up, and answered him loudly: "Choose b."

  Bai Mingjue stared at her closely for a while, then withdrew his gaze, looked down at the textbook, and said nothing more.

  Jiao Yang curled the corners of her mouth, and had already sat down.

  The back row was full of joy, who made that Teacher Bai look selfless, but in fact he was narrow-minded and intentionally avenged his personal revenge, and wanted to make their boss embarrassing in front of so many people?

   Now that's all right, he's the one who got slapped in the face, right?

  Luo Xiaorou dragged the chair over, and whispered to her: "Boss, I can't tell, you have learned it secretly."

  Jiao Yang smiled, didn't speak, but just glanced at Qi Ziyan beside him.

  The boy lowered his head, as if he was still taking notes seriously, and the notes were written meticulously, without paying any attention to her.

  However, this time, Jiao Yang, who observed more carefully, clearly found that the trembling pen in his hand from time to time betrayed him.

  Then the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

A few seats away, Lu Ran, who had seen through everything, let out an unceremonious "chi" and folded his hands on his chest: "What's there to be proud of, and she didn't do it by herself. I used to rely on me, but now it's me." With that newcomer, she would be nothing without others anyway."

   "What are you talking about?"

   Without Jiaoyang's order, Luo Xiaorou and a group of girls have already started to speak for her, fighting with others.

  Jiao Yang looked at the school badge hanging on the boy next to him with no expression on his face.

  What did he say his name was?

   Eyes catch the name above.

  —Qi Ziyan.

  Jiao Yang raised his eyebrows, pondered for a while, but didn't speak.