The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 100 Campus Prince ([-])

Feitong bowed slightly, with a respectful expression and apologetic words, "I'm sorry, young master, I didn't handle it well."

As she spoke, she winked at the nearest bodyguard, who nodded, and arranged for someone to clean up the area.

"Next time earlier." Huo Junyang said, with one hand in his pocket, walking towards the campus.

"Yes, Master." Feitong was used to his temperament. She took the schoolbag handed by the driver and followed him in three steps at a time.

"What time is it now?" Noticing that the woman was following him, Huo Junyang took the schoolbag from her hand and his pace gradually returned to normal.

Fei Tong glanced at her watch, "Master, it's 07:30, and you have half an hour to find Miss Ban."

"Who said I was going to find her?" Huo Junyang looked like he didn't care and threw his schoolbag on his back with a slight swing. "She has already rejected me. Why am I still rushing forward?"

"Yes, it was Fei Tong who said the wrong thing." Fei Tong immediately admitted her mistake honestly, but she didn't think so in her heart.

Sure enough, after walking through the stone pillar corridor in front of the school gate, Huo Junyang's fast yet elegant pace gradually slowed down.

As a qualified, no, should be an excellent deacon, Fei Tong took the initiative to step forward and suggested: "Master, you like to be clean, let's go from the auditorium on the left."

Huo Junyang glanced at her approvingly, "Let's go."

It's just that when he was leaving, he put down his schoolbag and honestly put it aside, the cool boy suddenly became a little more obedient.

Feitong took advantage of Huo Junyang not seeing her and rolled her eyes ungracefully at his back, you duplicitous little brat!
Lingxi High School is a noble private school, the tuition fees are frighteningly high, but the environment inside is absolutely precious and magnificent.

The architectural style of ancient Rome adopted here, thick brick walls, semicircular arches, and solemn temple-like teaching buildings can be seen everywhere.

The greening of the school is also quite good, with layers of bright roses, clusters of romantic lavender, colorful irises, and small and intricate hydrangeas.

Every place will give you a completely different visual experience.

Just after passing a tree of camellias, Feitong noticed that Huo Junyang's steps were getting slower and slower, and he secretly adjusted his tie and touched his hair.

Fei Tong listened carefully, and sure enough, she heard a cold female voice, as lingering as pearls and jade on a plate.

He turned sideways and looked over with his head.

A girl in a well-fitting small suit and a short skirt stood among a group of people, holding a thick stack of books, with a cold expression.

"Is it Miss Ben?"

She didn't control the volume, and the people over there heard it immediately.

The girl looked up and saw Feitong in a crisp suit. After recognizing her, she smiled and nodded as a greeting.

Different from her reaction, others followed her gaze and their first reaction was that the young master was coming.

One by one, they rushed over like scuds.

Huo Junyang gave Fei Tong a displeased look, "Be quieter next time."

With that said, he walked out from behind the tree. As the second heir to the most wealthy Huo family, he never knew how to write the word timid.

They were all alumni, and Huo Junyang was easy to talk to. He patiently greeted them one by one, and finally looked at Ban Jingshuang.

Holding the thick book, she didn't cry tired, she just stood up straight, watching those people's flattery and his perfunctory response with cold eyes.

"Classmate." The fingers hidden in his pocket pinched the other one tightly, and he nodded slightly, showing great dignity.

(End of this chapter)