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This person is Ji Shen.

He just came out of the principal's office.

The principal's office is at the end of the grove.

"What's the matter?" He asked politely and gentlemanly, with the demeanor of a nobleman.

Ye Wushuang saved his grandfather. This alone can make him different from other women and treat him patiently.

"Before I answer this question, I want to know, do you wear perfume?"

There was a hint of urgency in Ye Wushuang's black pupils.

In her previous life, she also tried to use perfume to help her sleep, but none of them could improve her sleep, not even aromatherapy.

She didn't know what Ji Shen's smell was.

"No."

Ji Shen lowered his head and glanced at the arm tightly held by the girl, his eyes flickered slightly.

The temperature belonging to the girl's palm is continuously seeping into his blood vessels.

Sure enough, no matter how cold a person is, his blood is still hot.

"Then I have something to do."

Ye Wushuang grasped him even tighter, and raised his palm-sized face: "I want to sleep with you, every night."

Ji Shen: "?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across his handsome face.

Are all the kids nowadays so bold and unrestrained?

"You have a special fragrance on your body. You can only find it when you get close. This smell can cure my insomnia. I want to lie next to you and sleep."

Ye Wushuang explained his purpose.

God knows how much she longed for a good night's sleep.

She was even a little annoyed that she didn't get closer to him when she accepted the business card, so that she could find out earlier.

The man was silent, as if he was digesting this relatively rare situation.

After a while, he nodded slightly, with an elegant voice: "If your parents don't mind, I can meet your request."

She is grandpa's savior.

And he is single and has no fiancée, so he doesn't need to consider other issues.

It's not impossible to simply accompany you to sleep.

"Thank you." Ye Wushuang let go of Ji Shen's wrist, returning to his previous cold appearance.

"You're welcome." Ji Shen glanced at his watch

: "School ends at 05:30. At that time, I will arrange a driver to pick you up at the school gate. If there are no other problems, I will go back to the company first."

The Ji family has a branch in Yancheng.

"Ah."

Ye Wushuang nodded and continued walking towards the old teaching building.

In about 5 minutes, Ye Wushuang arrived at the destination.

This deviates from the teaching building in her memory.

In the memory of the original owner, only the outer wall of the old teaching building has been eroded for a long time, and the color is ugly, and the rest of the facilities are intact.

But the teaching building in front of me looks like an abandoned haunted house in a horror movie, with large pieces of wall peeling off, and red bricks can even be seen in some places. Weeds are overgrown outside the building, and the tallest one is taller than Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang frowned slightly, and followed the road signs to the gate of Class [-], Senior Three.

The door of the classroom was closed tightly, and the door was covered with strange graffiti.

She pushed open the door.

All of them were half-kneeling inside. Those young high school students put their left hands behind their backs and stretched out their right hands towards her, as if they were waiting for the love of the gods, and they were still chanting:

"Her Royal Highness, please come to the throne, wave your scepter, and dispel the fog and darkness!"

Snapped.

Ye Wushuang closed the door expressionlessly.

Paused for a few seconds.

She opens the door again.

"Her Royal Highness, please come to the throne, wave your scepter, and dispel the fog and darkness!"

Repeated actions, repeated lines, repeated crowd, as if using copy and paste.

Ye Wushuang: "..."

"Queen, don't close the door, there is nothing wrong with your way of opening the door!"

The leading boy was afraid that Ye Wushuang would close the door again, so he quickly got up and walked in front of Ye Wushuang.

He has a handsome appearance, dyed short silver-white hair, earrings, and a skull ring on his hand. He looks trendy and rebellious.

"I'm Jian Jiaoyang, you can call me Jiaoyang."

"Our Seventh Squad has a rule, whoever has the highest combat effectiveness is the boss."

"Before you came, I was the boss of class seven, but during the flag-raising ceremony, I stood in the front row and saw your recording of beating people."

"I'm sure I can't beat you, so I decided to abdicate and give way to the virtuous. From now on, you will be the boss of Class Seven, title: Queen!"

When the words fell to the ground, the surrounding students shouted "Wuhu" for joy.

Ye Wushuang didn't want to pay attention to this group of second-year-old patients, so he found a quiet corner to sit down and read a book.

"The queen is so cold...but it is precisely because she is cold and cool that we want to call her queen!"

"The queen is so beautiful, can't we arrange a wave for her in this school beauty ranking?"

"Arrangement, it must be arranged, all members vote, and the seventh class can't lose face!"

The students were full of fighting spirit, but Jian Jiaoyang chuckled: "I won't vote for the queen, you guys go for it."

"You want to vote for your girlfriend, right?" Everyone rolled their eyes.

The school bell rings.

There were four classes in the morning, but none of the corresponding four teachers came, and all the classes were changed to self-study.

When students in other classes encounter such a thing, they will definitely report it to the relevant department, angrily scolding themselves for paying their tuition fees for nothing.

But when it comes to the students in class seven, they can only say it's cool.

Isn't it delicious to eat, sleep and play games in self-study class?

The students are too lazy to learn, the teachers are too lazy to teach, both sides have tacit understanding, and no one reports it.

This also led to the worse and worse academic performance of Class Seven.

Ye Wushuang didn't care about these things.

She just wants to win the monthly exam.

It's lunch time.

Some of the students in Class [-] chose to go to the cafeteria, and some decided to eat outside the school.

Seeing that Ye Wushuang was still buried in his book, as if he was serious, they didn't bother him.

When Ye Wushuang raised his head again, the classroom was empty, and the only sound left in the world was the "rustling" sound of the breeze blowing the leaves.

She closed her textbook and set off to have dinner outside the school.

As a noble high school, the price of food in the canteen of Asuka Academy is not low, and her wallet can't afford it.

She found an unoccupied cheap restaurant, ordered a cheap and affordable egg fried rice, and sat in an inconspicuous corner.

Halfway through the meal, the restaurant ushered in a second customer, who was the former boss of Class [-], Grade [-], Jian Jiaoyang.

This surprised Ye Wushuang slightly.

Apart from her, all the members of the Flying Bird Academy are descendants of nobles, and Jian Jiaoyang is the best among them, because the Jian family is also one of the old rich families in Yan City.

How could such a son of a wealthy family appear in a place with this level of consumption.

Bang!

The door of the restaurant was pushed open vigorously, and a few punks came in.

Probably because Jian Jiaoyang's silver-white hair was too eye-catching, they were the first to notice Jian Jiaoyang.

The leading young man sat directly opposite Jian Jiaoyang:

"Hey, isn't this the young master of the Jian family? Why, don't you eat steak and seafood today, come to a small restaurant to experience people's livelihood?"

"Say something quickly, and fart quickly." Jian Jiaoyang was impatient.

The young man was also straightforward: "I am short of money, can I give some money to spend?"

"I think you lack the love of a father, and you want to recognize me as your father!" Jian Jiaoyang was not a bully, so he replied directly.

This posture of asking for money is indeed no different from a son asking his father for pocket money.

"Why the hell did you talk to Brother Chen?" The hooligans surrounded Jian Jiaoyang:

"Are you looking for a fight?"