Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Yan Wanqing came here only to study quietly and get a place in high school.

But this does not mean that she has to swallow her anger, and it doesn't matter if she is bullied.

The boy looked at the fearless Yan Wanqing and nodded, "You're really good!"

Yan Wanqing bowed her head and ignored him.

The boy didn't say anything more, and the class was safe and sound.

Yan Wanqing thought that he would take revenge on her, but after one class, two classes, until after school, the boy didn't say anything.

She knew what he would definitely do, but she couldn't figure out his temper.

Yan Wanqing didn't bother to think about it, the soldiers came to cover up the water and earth.

She packed her schoolbag and went home, and her aunt had already cooked the meal.

Yan Wanqing put down the bowl and chopsticks, and the aunt urged: "The first day of school must be very tiring, go take a nap, and I will call you when the time comes."

"I'm not tired." She got up to help clean up the dishes, but the aunt wouldn't let her move, "Then go and rest for a while."

Yan Wanqing has other things to do.

After talking to my aunt, I picked up my schoolbag and went out.

She went to the mall to buy a suit of clothes, a mask and a hat.

The clothes she bought were clothes that no one would glance at in the crowd. She had her beautiful long hair coiled up and put on a mask.

Yan Wanqing looked at the person in the mirror and almost couldn't recognize herself.

She went to Yingcai.

At this time, the students and teachers of Yingcai basically went to eat, only the guards were there.

The doorman is a kind-hearted old man.

"Master, I want to ask Yingcai's school time, is that okay?"

"Class starts at 11:30 in the morning and ends at 02:30. Class starts at [-]:[-] in the afternoon and ends at [-]:[-]."

Yingcai's time was about the same as No.[-] Middle School.

Yan Wanqing asked: "Can people who are not from our school go in and visit?"

"The school doesn't have a hard and fast rule, but the time before class is okay."

Yan Wanqing nodded, "My cousin is studying in this school, can I go in and deliver something to her later?"

The uncle looked at Yan Wanqing's pious and serious eyes, and waved his hands, "Go in, go in!"

"Thank you."

Yan Wanqing glanced at the guard's time, it was 55:[-].

At [-]:[-], students came to the school one after another.

Yan Wanqing told the uncle, took out the mask and put it on, and went in with the students.

She visited Yingcai last time, and knew which teaching building and floor she was in the second year of junior high school, but she didn't know which class Yan Xuehui was in.

"Hua Ge is very uncomfortable because of the transfer student."

"Which transfer student, Yan Xuehui from her class, or the one who went to No. [-] Middle School?"

"Of course the one who went to No. [-] Middle School."

Yan Wanqing passed by the office door, just in time to hear the teacher on duty talking about Yan Xuehui.

Yan Xuehui's class teacher is Hua Ge.

She randomly found a female classmate in the corridor, and asked, "Which class is Hua Ge the head teacher?"

"Second class."

Several people in Class Two were studying, and Yan Wanqing lingered at the door of the classroom, keeping in mind the faces of every student who entered the class.

Yan Wanqing's strange behavior attracted the attention of everyone in the class.

The monitor of the second class came out, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Yan Wanqing tapped her head in distress, "I'm looking for my cousin, but I can't remember which class she is in."

"What's your cousin's name?"

"My cousin's name is..."

Where did Yan Wanqing have a cousin who went to school here, she casually mentioned a name, the monitor of the second class frowned, and carefully searched for information about the name in her mind.

"The person you are talking about is probably not from the second year of junior high school. You should go to other grades to have a look!"

"Okay, thank you."

The squad leader stared at Yan Wanqing and left.

When Yan Wanqing was about to leave, a cheerful figure walked across from her.

Yan Xuehui was wearing the most popular sweater, jeans and leather shoes, with a pearl hairpin pinned to her head.

After half a year of being pampered, her skin became fairer and more tender.

Like a little princess born in the city.

Yan Wanqing clenched her hands hanging by her sides into fists.

"Squad leader, who is this?"

"I don't know either. She said she came to find her cousin."

Yan Xuehui looked Yan Wanqing up and down, curled her lips, leaned into the monitor's ear and whispered: "You see she is dressed so strangely, she doesn't look like a nice person, do you want to tell the teacher?"

Yan Wanqing was wearing a hat and a mask, and she looked so well armed that she really didn't look like a good person.

The squad leader also thinks so, how can a normal person not even remember his cousin's class and name?

The monitor looked at Yan Wanqing, "Why don't you leave, do you want me to tell the teacher?"

"I'm leaving right now."

Yan Wanqing could hide her voice, but people familiar with her could still hear it.

Yan Xuehui stared blankly at Yan Wanqing's back as if she had received a blow from her head.

why her voice...

Why does her voice resemble Yan Wanqing so much?
"Xuehui, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Xuehui looked up at the monitor, "I..."

She turned her head, "Nothing."

Yan Xuehui felt that she was thinking too much, it was impossible for Yan Wanqing to appear in Haishi.

It must be because she hasn't slept well recently, and she has auditory hallucinations.

But why do I always think of Yan Wanqing recently?
This has never been the case before.

Yan Xuehui sighed, it seemed that she had been bored at home for too long and needed to go out to relax.

……

Yan Wanqing walked out of Yingcai quickly.

She took off her hat and mask, panting heavily.

If she hadn't restrained herself forcefully just now, she really wanted to rush up and peel off Yan Xuehui's hypocritical face regardless of her image.

But she held back, it would be too cheap for Yan Xuehui to expose her like this.

Yan Wanqing took a deep breath, calmed down her disordered breath, stuffed her hat and mask into her schoolbag, and walked towards No. [-] Middle School as if nothing had happened.

As soon as Yan Wanqing entered the classroom, she obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right.

She looked around, and those students who received her gaze lowered their heads.

Yan Wanqing subconsciously looked at her tablemate Han Xinian.

Han Xinian fell asleep on the table.

Yan Wanqing smiled, knowing what he did without even thinking about it.

She went over, and Han Xinian's back desk immediately pulled the table back to let Yan Wanqing in.

Yan Wanqing's stool and tabletop were clean.

After she sat down, she put her hand into the pocket of the table. In the corner of her eyes, someone was gasping for air.

Yan Wanqing sneered, as soon as she stretched her hand in, she felt something soft and hot. When she took it out to have a look, some girls couldn't stand it first and screamed.

"Ah, cockroaches!"

Yan Wanqing calmly grabbed the cockroach and threw it into the trash can at the end of the corridor.

Everyone looked at Yan Wanqing dumbfounded.

"Are not you afraid?"

"not afraid."

In traditional Chinese medicine, praying mantis is also a kind of medicinal material. She is impatient with pinching the praying mantis every day, and she will not be afraid.

Everyone gave Yan Wanqing a thumbs up.

When they saw Han Xinian throwing mantises into Yan Wanqing's desk pocket, they all felt cruel.

Yan Wanqing looked delicate and weak, and they all thought that she would be frightened.

I didn't expect her heart...

Well, very powerful!