He Is Warmer Than Time

Not only that, Song Ran intends to use this last semester to study hard. Although she intends to apply for the art college, she also wants to be an art candidate with the best cultural scores.

Life can't just leave a way for herself, she knows it well.

However, she did not expect that it was precisely because of her self-improvement and hard work that she saved her once.

To Wen Huihui, Song Ran still talked and laughed to her when there were people, just like before, but Wen Huihui had lingering palpitations. When she looked at her, she looked at her with no trace.

She wanted to see Song Ran's heart through that calm face, but unfortunately, Song Ran's eyes were clean and could not see any performance elements, which made her have to cooperate with her as a sister.

Song Ran sneered in his heart and looked at Wen Huihui, who was slightly sincere and fearful in front of him. My acting skills are better than you. I am sorry that you will make way for me in the future.

Wen Huihui didn't dare to make any movements, but secretly thought about how Song Ran would push Song Ran into the abyss.

Now she dared not act rashly. She was vaguely afraid of Song Ran, and worried that Song Ran could deal with any of her actions freely. That would be too costly.

She must endure the humiliation, she will hibernate around Song Ran, she will wait for an opportunity to act, and she will defeat Song Ran in one fell swoop.

She coveted everything that belonged to Song Ran, to blame God, shouldn't care about Song Ran in this way, give her everything, and also gift such a good man Gu Jingxing.

What does she rely on?

Song Ran saw the unfinished ambition in her eyes, she just smiled without a trace, let her go and let me see how capable you are.

In class, Song Ran listened very carefully. She was clever in her mind, and she was of a general type. Even if she lost her soul to that level in her previous life, she could successfully enter an undergraduate university, which is enough to show how smart she is.

On the contrary, Wen Huihui was absent-minded and unwilling to study. The teacher asked her twice, but she answered incorrectly. The teacher's face was a bit ugly, and Song Ran stared at her gleefully.

Fengshui took turns. She clearly remembered that in the previous life, their roles were reversed. It was her Song Ran who was criticized by the teacher all the time, and her Wen Huihui was fluent in answering the teacher's questions.

The man who robbed her also robbed her of the limelight.

In the last semester of his last life, Song Ran heard the most words, Song Ran, are you listening to the class? Can you learn more from your good friend Wen Huihui? If you don’t, just ask her more and bring your mind to class, okay?

Song Ran smiled like nothing at the corner of her mouth, just staring at Wen Huihui who was standing in front of her and couldn't answer the question.

It seems like a world away!

The teacher read Wen Huihui unhappily.

Song Ran put his chin on and watched the fire from the other side, so much fun.

Wen Huihui sat down with a blushing face, her hands and feet were cold, she could feel the gaze behind her, where could she concentrate on listening to the class?

Song Ran volunteered to raise his hand to answer the teacher's question, so in this life, Song Ran got his wish and let Wen Huihui hear the sentence: "Wen Huihui is stuck together all the time, Wen Huihui, you have to look at Song Ran, don't come to class without thinking. "

Ah... Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, this is really true.

After school, when Wen Huihui got on the bus, she got on another bus to Huashan Hospital. She was going to see the situation of Aunt Jingxing.

Not far behind the bus, Wen Huihui got off the bus she was in. Then she stopped a taxi and said to the driver: "Come on with the bus in front of me."