Don't think of rebirth.

Fang Wanfu looked at Gu Qinghuan in front of him, confused: "You said you wanted to change seats with me?"

"Yes, change seats, I want to sit in your row." Gu Qinghuan said readily.

Because the elective classes are taught in flexible classes, the seats are not actually fixed. It’s just that once a seat is decided at the beginning, most people are too lazy to change them.

At most, everyone avoids the front row seats, unless you arrive too late, then you can only sit miserably under the teacher's nose.

In today's political class, Fang Wanfu arrived in the classroom first. Not long after he sat down, Gu Qinghuan and Zhan Shichen also came.

However, Gu Qinghuan did not follow the old rules and sat in front of him. Instead, she walked to his table and said she wanted to change seats with him.

Fang Wanfu didn't care where he sat. After all, he would still be absent-minded in class no matter which row he sat in. At most, it would look more obvious.

However, if he gave in to Gu Qinghuan so easily, where would he put his face?

Besides, isn't Xia He about to step down as the student union president? I heard that he got the recommendation, and the Xia family has so many things to do, how would he remember to have a secretary?

Thinking of this, Fang Wanfu became arrogant again: "You can change it if you want. I am your little brother, right?"

Gu Qinghuan had a surprised expression on his face, and hesitantly said, "It's not impossible for you to be my younger brother."

Fang Wanfu paused for a moment before realizing what Gu Qinghuan meant. He was so angry that his nose almost became crooked: "Who wants to be your little brother!"

Gu Qinghuan said seriously: "I'd better talk to you seriously."

Fang Wanfu wanted to continue scolding, but when he noticed Zhan Zhanchen's fierce gaze, he swallowed his words and said stiffly, "You say."

"I want you to stand in front of me and help distract the teacher so I can do other things." Gu Qinghuan said seriously.

This time Fang Wanfu looked at her with a higher opinion. He didn't expect that this person actually planned to skip class! And used him as a shield!

However, Fang Wanfu was very interested in assisting in this kind of "bad thing". He quickly picked up his schoolbag and threw it on Gu Qinghuan's seat: "Okay, I'll switch with you."

After Gu Qinghuan sat down, Zhan Zhanchen couldn't help but send her a message asking: [Did he agree to this? ]

Gu Qinghuan: [Well, his idea should be like this - if someone does the same thing as him, then they are the same as him, that is, a companion. ]

Zhan Zhanchen: […It’s normal for companions to cover for each other, so you agreed? ]

Gu Qinghuan: [That’s about right. At least he did switch seats with me.]

Zhan Zhanchen couldn't help but roll his eyes. This train of thought was too bizarre.

However, it was also quite outrageous that Gu Qinghuan could predict Fang Wanfu's train of thought.

Gu Qinghuan started the class calmly. Of course, she didn't really want to skip class, she just wanted to separate Fang Wanfu and Zhan Shichen.

Although this physical distance may not be of any use, she could observe Fang Wanfu from behind by sitting behind him.

She doesn't have a good grasp of the current situation, and she can't wait for something to happen before solving it. She should also create some opportunities appropriately.

After the class, Gu Qinghuan found that Fang Wanfu was still quite restless.

Perhaps because today’s political class was the third period in the morning, Fang Wanfu was not sleepy and did not sleep.

He started playing with his phone for a while. To be more precise, he turned the phone sideways and placed it in front of his pencil case to watch videos.

Gu Qinghuan noticed that the students in the next group in the same row as her were also attracted by the video and were distracted from time to time.

The teacher was talking about the next page and everyone was turning the pages of the book, but he was a beat slow. It was obvious that he only reacted after hearing everyone's noise.

Fortunately, after watching this video, Fang Wanfu stopped looking at his phone and started writing and drawing on paper with a pencil. At first glance, he seemed quite serious.

Gu Qinghuan glanced at it a few times as he moved the paper. It wasn’t text, but seemed to be a pattern, a bit like... a skirt?

She couldn't see it clearly, she only saw a small part at the bottom, which looked like the hem of a skirt, or like waves, or it could be a casual drawing by Fang Wanfu.

Just before the end of the get out of class, Fang Wanfu seemed to have finished drawing. He threw the pen back into the pencil case, tucked the paper into his textbook, and waited lazily for the get out of class to end.

Gu Qinghuan observed it intermittently for two days and three political classes, and finally confirmed that it was a drawing of clothes - or a design drawing.

Taking advantage of the fact that two political classes were held together that day, Gu Qinghuan poked Fang Wanfu on the back during the break.

Fang Wanfu turned his head unhappily: "What?"

"What are you drawing in class?" Gu Qinghuan asked quietly.

Fang Wanfu's reaction was quite big. He jumped up directly, and looked like he was going to pick up Gu Qinghuan and leave.

Gu Qinghuan took the lead and continued in a low voice: "Be calm. If you react too much and get noticed by others, you will be exposed."

Fang Wanfu managed to calm down and lowered his voice: "Come out and tell me."

Gu Qinghuan followed him out straightforwardly. She was not worried about what Fang Wanfu would do. Although this man was a troublemaker, he was very sensible.

Not to mention that her family background was not within Fang Wanfu's target range, he knew that her backer was Xia He, so he dared not touch her.

Walking to a secluded place, Fang Wanfu looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then he said angrily, "Did you see everything?"

"What did you see?" Gu Qinghuan asked back.

Fang Wanfu's lips moved. He felt a little embarrassed to say it out loud. He finally managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "My. Painting!"

"I didn't recognize what you drew, I just saw you drawing." Gu Qinghuan said frankly.

She acted so calmly that Fang Wanfu's emotions also stabilized. He looked at her suspiciously for a few more times before saying threateningly, "Don't worry about what I draw. Don't tell anyone, or I will..."

At this point, Fang Wanfu was stuck.

What is "otherwise"? Is he better than Zhan Chen, tougher than Jiang Chuchu, or more ruthless than Xia He?

Thinking of this, Fang Wanfu instantly became depressed, and even regretted a little why he had done so many offensive things in the past.

Could it be that God sent this tough guy, Gu Qinghuan, to him because of what he had done in the past?

"Or you?" Gu Qinghuan repeated in a friendly manner.

Fang Wanfu raised his hands and clasped his fists to beg for mercy: "Sister, I recognize you as my sister. What I just said was bullshit. Don't take it to heart."

"I beg you, no, please, don't tell anyone about my painting."

Gu Qinghuan didn't feel like she had caught his weakness. She thought for a moment and said, "That must be very important and precious to you, right?"

Fang Wanfu was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Gu Qinghuan said: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but if you don't want others to know, you shouldn't draw during class."

"Besides me, there must be others who noticed it, but they just didn't say it out loud."

Fang Wanfu said nothing. Apart from Gu Qinghuan, who would care what he did?

Besides, he had no other place to draw except at school during classes...

"Now that we're done talking, shall I go back? Class is almost starting." Gu Qinghuan asked.

Fang Wanfu nodded absentmindedly, and Gu Qinghuan walked towards the classroom first, with Fang Wanfu following behind her.

Zhan Zhanchen was relieved to see Gu Qinghuan coming back. He pulled her over and asked, "Why did you go out with Fang Wanfu?"

"We just chatted for a while." Gu Qinghuan replied simply.

Zhan Shichen has been acting quite normal, without any accidents. If her fate changes, it must be related to Fang Wanfu.

She wanted to know more about Wanfu's situation below so that she could make some preparations.

Gu Qinghuan thought about it, and waited until she got home from school in the evening before sending a message to Zhan Shichen.

Gu Qinghuan: [Have you noticed what Fang Wanfu was doing in class before? ]

Zhan Zhanchen: [Fang Wanfu? Isn’t it just sleeping, playing with the phone, and drawing a bunch of skirts? ]

Zhan Zhanchen: [You know what, the skirts he drew are all pretty. ]

Gu Qinghuan: …She said that other people noticed it too!