Quick Wear: His Highness Qing Leng is about to be stuck again

"Baby, the driver will take you to school later. Mom has something to do today, so I'll leave first." Jiang Liman kissed Yunrong on the forehead and left.

Yunrong was quietly enjoying this beautiful morning.

The 15-year-old girl has gradually grown up.

Wearing an exquisite aristocratic high school uniform, she shines like a bright pearl.

The school uniforms are well-tailored, suitable for the students' identities while remaining elegant.

The top is a light blue color, just like the clear sky, fresh and bright.

The skirt is an elegant black, just like the starry sky at night, mysterious and profound.

Her hair, as soft as silk, fell gently on her shoulders, with a slight golden sheen.

Her bright eyes are like sparkling gems, her nose is high and her lips are rosy.

She was wearing a pair of black leather shoes. The uppers were as smooth as mirrors, reflecting the light.

Her bony hands were slender yet strong, wearing an exquisite family emblem ring, and the silver metal knife and fork could clearly reflect her face.

The low-key luxury car stopped in the school's internal parking lot, and Uncle Wang's honest and simple voice rang out, "The young lady is here."

Yun Rong opened his eyes, got out of the car, and said, "You don't have to pick me up this afternoon."

After hearing this, Wang Di said respectfully, "Yes, Miss."

When you enter the campus, the first thing that catches your eye is the wide and flat lawn, which looks like a huge green carpet, soft and full of vitality.

The lawn is surrounded by rows of tall ginkgo trees. The leaves sway gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, as if telling the story of the campus.

The architectural style of the campus is unique and elegant, and every building exudes a noble atmosphere.

The teaching building stands tall and majestic, with its white walls inlaid with golden decorations, making it look both solemn and gorgeous.

The windows of the library are uniquely designed, and sunlight shines into the room through the exquisite glass, creating a warm and peaceful learning atmosphere.

The paths on campus are winding and the flower beds on both sides are filled with a variety of colorful and fragrant flowers.

Students walked among the flowers, chatted on the benches, or read books carefully, enjoying this rare tranquility and beauty.

The sound of the fountain's water is like a melodious solo. In the center of the fountain is an exquisite sculpture. Water jets out from around the sculpture, sparkling brightly in the sun.

Originally, Yun Yanchuan and Jiang Liman planned to send Yun Rong to the aristocratic high school in Country K, but Yun Rong wanted to study in his own country and was not yet accustomed to foreign fans.

But her cooking skills are really not good, and Jiang Liman doesn't want her daughter to be so far away from her at such a young age.

So after careful selection, Jiang Liman and Yun Yanchuan chose this aristocratic high school.

Song Shizhi, Yunrong's little follower, also transferred here in his second year of high school, while Yunrong was only in his first year at that time.

The little leather shoes made a clacking sound on the ground, as if playing a melody that belonged only to Yunrong's youth.

The classroom is spacious and bright, with sunlight coming through the windows casting mottled shadows on the desks. The surrounding walls are covered with students' works, which are colorful and full of youthful vitality.

The classroom is filled with a faint scent of books, which makes people unconsciously immersed in it.

Yun Rong walked through the neat rows of tables and chairs and came to her seat. After sitting down, she gently arranged her books and stationery.

"Sister Rong, are we going skiing this afternoon?" Xu Ran, who was sitting at the front table, turned around and asked excitedly, leaning on the back of his chair.

"Yes, someone is here to pick me up." Yun Rong replied lazily, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh, I see." Xu Ran's expression turned unhappy when he heard Yun Rong say this.

What a pity. What a pity.

"What are you discussing?" Zhong Zhengyin walked towards them with two bottles of milk.

"Sister Rong, we have to go to that ski resort again this afternoon." Xu Ran wailed exaggeratedly.

"Doesn't she go there once a week? You're not used to it yet." As he said that, he put the milk in his hand on Yunrong's table.

"Come, try it, it's limited edition." The glass bottle made a crisp sound when it collided on the table.

"Okay, I'm almost used to it." Xu Ran picked up the milk on the table, shook it casually and opened it.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Zhong Zhengyin fake coughed a few times, which was very suggestive.

"That's what's going on. Your throat is hurting." Yun Rong raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

Yun Rong knew without thinking that someone had come again.

I don’t know why Song Shizhi has always liked to stick to me since he was a child.

It was his first time skiing, so he wanted to try it too, but the result was not satisfactory. He seemed to have a grudge against snow. He didn't know how many times he fell and was hospitalized seven times for broken bones.

I just can't learn it well.

Finally, I gave up and just watched her skate.

But the look in his eyes as he stared at the skateboard under her feet was particularly resentful.

Everyone knows his preference, Song Shizhi likes Yun Rong.

Of course, someone asked me what I thought of him, “We grew up together, we are too familiar with each other, no.”

Song Shizhi heard it clearly behind the wall at the corner. He knew that Yun Rong wanted him to hear it on purpose. She asked him to meet here. What a coincidence.

But he still pretended not to hear, casually tugged at the collar of his clothes, walked out from the corner, and said in a nonchalant voice, "What are you talking about?"

He knew that others would not dare to say it, and Yun Rong had achieved his goal, so he would not say more and embarrass everyone.

From then on, Yun Rong thought Song Shizhi would never come to her again, but he was too thick-skinned.

Still following her as unswervingly as before.

She didn't find it annoying, as there were some games that were better when he and she cooperated.

He doesn't care about himself and doesn't say much.

Song Shizhi had already walked up to Yun Rong at this time. He lazily picked up the bottle of milk in front of Yun Qingyan and said, "Do you like this? I'll send you a box later."

He recognized that this was a new brand that had been released a few days ago. It was not expensive, but it was limited edition. Of course, these seemed insignificant under the power of absolute power and money.

Yun Rong stood up and took the milk back from Song Shizhi's hand, "Xu Ran brought it here, let me try it, and I can afford it myself." The last sentence sounded extremely helpless.

"Okay then." Song Shizhi lowered his head like a big lost dog.

"Then take me with you when you leave this afternoon, Yunrong. Don't abandon me like last time."

His voice is deep and pleasant, with a sense of lazy and ruffian vibe to it. If you listen carefully, you will find some grievances hidden in it.

The warm breath sprayed on Yunrong's sensitive ears, and Yunrong avoided it with some discomfort.

"You came here just to talk about this. I suggest you use a mobile phone next time." There was a hint of laughter in her voice.

Song Shizhi's long eyelashes covered the thoughts in his eyes, of course not for this. Two days without seeing each other felt like six years.

I just simply wanted to see her.

When Song Shizhi walked in, the others stayed in their seats and took out their books to "study", but there was a mobile phone hidden under the books.