The max-level host dominates the world with a weak system

[ps: This book is written for the author himself and his fans who have always been with the author]

The golden sunlight outside the window casts golden light and shadow on the classroom desks.

The sounds of organizing textbook materials and the rustling sounds of students writing homework mix together to form the most unique concerto.

Grade 5 ([-]) class.

The middle-aged male teacher's eyes were sharp, like a sword, and he kept scanning the classroom.

The students in the classroom are also very strange, like robots, mechanically immersed in writing homework.

Suddenly, the middle-aged male teacher seemed to have discovered something.

His face suddenly pulled down, and the veins on his face rioted, and he roared: "Wen Xichen! Now, immediately, immediately, spit out the candy for me!!!"

In the last row, near the window, a boy wearing a black T-shirt sat inside.

He was not wearing school uniform, leaning against the wall, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and blatantly lowering his head to play with his mobile phone.

The boy slowly raised his head when he heard the voice.

He has fair skin, smooth side profile, slightly raised peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and beautiful lips.

When the long eyelashes are slightly swept down, you will find a faint tear nevus on the left eyelid.

The sunlight fell in through the glass window and shone on his body, seeming to cast a layer of pale golden light on that magnificent figure.

Wen Xichen adjusted his position slightly to a comfortable position, and then said calmly: "Lao Jiang, your eyes are getting harder and harder to use. This is not a lollipop."

After speaking, Wen Xichen took out the so-called "lollipop" in his mouth and showed it to Lao Jiang.

Lao Jiang's face was ashen and he stared straight at Wen Xichen.

"The stick of a lollipop counts as a lollipop. Don't think you can get away with it by eating all the candy. Get out of here now."

Wen Xichen raised his eyebrows and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, I didn't fool you."

His voice rose slightly, with a hint of helplessness.

After Wen Xichen left, the classroom suddenly became lifeless, making people feel inexplicably depressed.

Without that annoying presence, a smile slowly appeared in Lao Jiang's sharp eyes. He rolled his eyes and looked at the "obedient" students in the classroom with satisfaction.

Outside the door——.

Wen Xichen leaned against the wall, looking slouched like a careless, ignorant young master.

But when you get closer, you will find that there is no wave in his eyes, just like an ancient well without waves, his expression is indifferent and cold, and his whole person exudes an aura of alienation that is not easy to approach.

"Jingle Bell."

The school bell rang.

Lao Jiang opened the door with a pile of documents in his arms. Looking at Wen Xichen who was standing loosely, he frowned slightly, but in the end he said nothing.

After Lao Jiang left, the students in the classroom still sat quietly in their seats and kept doing questions. They were like puppets on strings, without thoughts and at the mercy of others.

Wen Xichen had become accustomed to it. He walked slowly to his seat and sat down.

He leaned against the edge of the table, holding his chin with one hand and tapping the table boredly with the other hand.

The exceptionally quiet atmosphere always makes people want to break it.

Wen Xichen kicked the person in front of him on the chair.

There was a "boom" sound, and the boy's body hit the table heavily, but the boy seemed not to feel the pain and kept apologizing to Wen Xichen.

Wen Xichen looked him up and down, and after a while, he looked away in disgust.

"It's boring."

[Lightning protection: Again, the author lacks vocabulary!Poor writing!Touching wording!The plot is boring!No logic!Not enough ideas!I can’t think of a good plot!

I don’t have anything you want here! 】