Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

The next day, Lan Shuang didn't leave the classroom very much, no matter how bloody and stormy it was outside, she didn't move like a mountain.

After school in the evening, Mu Yan drove to pick her up as usual, but found that many people were looking at her, and their eyes were not very friendly.

He stood by the car and frowned, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and whispered in his ears.

It was a boy who was gossiping with a girl, "I have seen this man many times, and I come to pick up Lan Shuang every time. I didn't think much about it before, but now it seems... tsk tsk tsk, I can't think of it, he looks pretty good Handsome, why do you have such a strange habit?"

Mu Yan: "?"

Is this talking about him?
The girl followed him with a quick look, and whispered, "No way? I think it's fake, maybe it's a misunderstanding? Even if it's really related, why did you choose a fat guy? And... this car looks too good. It's worthless, not like a rich man."

Mu Yan, who had just joined the ranks of small bosses, glanced at his second-hand car and fell silent.

He is indeed not a rich man now, but... to support him?
What and what?

However, these two people were not alone, Mu Yan finally understood why this group of people looked at him, and their eyes were so strange.

His eyes dimmed, he pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, and looked back indifferently.

The chattering crowd quieted down, no one dared to look directly at him, and Mu Yan would stare at him if he took a sneak peek, then his heart tightened, he looked away one after another, and walked past him quickly.

When Lan Shuang came out, she saw such a strange scene. There were people coming and going at the school gate, and other places were crowded. Only Mu Yan seemed to have a transparent barrier around him, isolating him from the people next to him. The effect was comparable to Moses divided the sea.

She walked over dumbfounded, and handed the schoolbag to Mu Yan naturally: "What's wrong, who messed with you?"

Mu Yan glanced at her faintly, "Is someone bullying you at school?"

Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows: "You know everything?"

Mu Yan nodded: "Let's talk in the car."

He turned around to help Lan Shuang open the car door, then put his schoolbag in the back seat, came over to close the car door for Lan Shuang, went around to the driver's seat, and drove away from the school gate with a kick of the gas under the curious eyes of everyone.

On the way, Lan Shuang told Mu Yan everything about posting photos in the bar.

After hearing this, Mu Yan sneered: "It's really Shui Qian Wang Ba Duo, a small high school, there are so many people who can be demons."

"It's okay, most of them are kind-hearted, but sometimes they are led astray, and they can be straight when they speak well, but some people are purely bad, such as the old demon man."

Hearing this address, Mu Yan smiled: "Old demon man? It's quite appropriate, how do you plan to deal with this matter?"

"I won't deal with it for the time being. I have an exam tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Please bear with it and talk about it after the exam."

Lan Shuang said indifferently: "His heart is red, his eyes are red, and he looks at everything with color, which can be regarded as shooting himself in the foot. After all, he will have to pay the price for his arrogance and prejudice."

Mu Yan's expression was slightly cold, "I don't think he should be a teacher if he gives the student a name of messing around before he understands the matter."

He had a plan in mind, but he didn't tell Lan Shuang yet.

After returning, he personally cooks and cooks a sumptuous vegetarian meal for Lan Shuang.

Lan Shuang looked at the green vegetable leaves on the table, and ate them dumbfounded. She had no choice but to lose weight, so she couldn't eat too much oil or too many calories.

After eating, Lan Shuang went back to her room. She didn't study very late tonight, so she went to bed early to ensure that she will be in a good state tomorrow.

……

During the three days of the final exam, Lan Shuang basically did not communicate with anyone. She concentrated on the exam, rested after the exam, and then continued to take the exam, devoting herself to it. When she handed in the paper for the last subject and left the exam room, she finally let out the breath she had been holding. come out.

"Hot-blooded high school, although full, is really tiring. I haven't slept well for a few days." Lan Shuang stood by the window at the end of the corridor, blowing the cold wind, yawned, and tears immediately overflowed.

888 comforted: "The host has worked hard, and next time I won't choose such a hard world for you."

Lan Shuang smiled, "You better be, I don't want to see the word 'examination' appear in front of my eyes again."

888 weakly raised his hand: "I swear there will be no exams."

Many people have seen the halo of the top students, and keep them at a respectful distance, always thinking that they are omnipotent, but they don't know that many people actually put in as much effort behind them as they do.

After all, talent is just talent, and it also needs to be developed and exercised. People with good talent can indeed learn more with less effort, but the premise is to learn, and not learning is just a waste of time.

But if you want to achieve the best results in a short time, you have to double your efforts.

Lan Shuang is in this state now, and she has to study hard and lose weight, which is a double torture.

While everyone was busy answering the questions, and the teachers were busy sorting out the test papers for a meeting, she lay on the window sill and wailed softly: "Ahhhhh—why is there still a year to graduate?"

Qin Zhou who came to Gu Bo secretly: "?"

With milk tea in her hand, she hesitated for a moment, then walked over to take a look, "Xiaolan?"

"Ah?" Lan Shuang turned to look at her, because she had just yawned and there were still tears in her eyes, and Qin Zhou was stunned by the blurred eyes.

"Are you crying?!"

Lan Shuang: "...No, I yawned just now."

However, these words were not very convincing, Qin Zhou looked her up and down, looked at the desolate window sill with the cold wind, then at Lan Shuang's red eyes, and at the wailing she heard just now, Qin Zhou Zhou's love and affection increased greatly.

She thought for a while, and handed the milk tea in her hand to Lan Shuang: "Don't cry, Xiaolan, I have already told my parents about that, and they called the principal and asked him to deal seriously with those who spread rumors. There will be results soon."

"Thank you Zhouzhou, but I really didn't cry." Lan Shuang reluctantly returned the milk tea to her: "Didn't you mean to supervise me to lose weight? Why did you return the milk tea?"

Qin Zhou: "This is me—"

Gu Bo just came out and saw the milk tea being pushed back and forth between the two of them, his eyes dimmed: "Or is it possible that this is my milk tea?"

Lan Shuang: "..."

Qin Zhou: "..."

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

Lan Shuang quickly handed the milk tea to Gu Bo: "Your, yours, take it, I'll go back and move the table."

She didn't want to get involved in the quarrel with the young couple, so she slipped away first as a respect, but as soon as she arrived in class, she was called away by the old man.

Before leaving, Lan Shuang took the phone.

……

This time they did not go to the class teacher's office, but went directly to the principal's office.

The environment in the principal's office is much better. When he opened the door, he saw a row of sofas. Mu Yan occupied the entire sofa by himself, with a cold expression, his left and right legs crossed, and his hands resting casually on it.