The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

There was a look of alienation between the boy's eyebrows. He took his school uniform back from the girl's arms with a cold face, and walked away without paying any attention to the person in front of him.

When Qiao Yan saw that he just left without saying a word, she was dumbfounded.

She trotted forward and blocked the boy's way. Scratching her head in embarrassment, the girl raised her pair of moist and beautiful eyes and looked at him: "Um, handsome brother, where do you live?"

"Give me your contact information. I'll bring my parents to thank you someday."

The young man looked down at the little devil blocking his way and frowned.

He had a cold look on his face, exuding a sense of aloofness, and said in a clear voice: "No need."

After he finished speaking, he walked around Qiao Yan and walked away, leaving the girl standing there alone, watching his back as he left.

Qiao Yan looked at his back as he left, and the name on the boy’s school uniform nameplate came to her mind: Li Jingxing, Class 1, Grade 2, No. 1 Middle School.

She stood there with her face beaming with joy, her mouth stretched to the back of her head.

It turns out to be a beautiful senior.

She will be going to high school at the beginning of this year, and she will be attending No. 1 Middle School. What a coincidence.

Qiao Yan’s grades were not good, and her father thought that she would never be able to get into college with her intelligence, not even a top-tier university, so he decided to let her major in art.

A police siren sounded not far away. Qiao Yan put one hand in his pocket and walked out of the alley in a nonchalant manner.

After enduring a whole semester and summer vacation, Qiao Yan finally waited for the day when high school started.

Lu Tingshen rode his bicycle downstairs in his school uniform and called her, "Qiao Xiaoyan, hurry up."

Qiao Yan walked out of the villa with a schoolbag on her back, a bag of milk in one hand and a piece of bread in her mouth, and ran out in a hurry: "I'm coming, I'm coming, don't rush me."

She crumpled the bread into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth, put the milk into her schoolbag, and pushed her bicycle towards Lu Tingshen.

Seeing her mouth full of tears, Lu Tingshen couldn't help but laugh: "Are you a starving ghost reincarnated?"

"If you had gotten up ten minutes earlier you wouldn't have been in such a hurry."

"You don't know the joy of sleep."

The two of them rode their bikes to school, and when they arrived, Xu Xingluo was already at the school gate.

She waited at the door for the two of them to go in together. Xu Xingluo walked in holding a book and said, "Hey, I heard that my new head teacher is very fierce."

Xu Xingluo had good grades so was assigned to Class 1. Qiao Yan was an art student, and her father donated a building to the school, so she was barely in the same class with Lu Tingshen, Class 3 of Grade 1.

The first two were key talents, but Qiao Yan, a poor student, was placed here, and her father didn’t have the courage to ask the principal to put her in.

After Qiao Yan finished her own work, she went to Class 1 of Grade 3 with her schoolbag on her back.

The little girl walked to the door and poked her head in. She blinked her eyes and asked the girl in the front row with a sweet smile, "Pretty girl, is Li Jingxing from your class here?"

When the girl looked up and saw the girl's face, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes. The girl was very delicate and beautiful, like a doll. When she heard the girl call her a beautiful sister, her heart was filled with joy.

She smiled and said, "Yes, I'll call you."

"Li Jingxing, there's a girl looking for you."

When these words were heard in Class 1 of Grade 3, they immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Wow, you are worthy of being the school hunk. There are girls looking for you on the first day of school."

"Sure, Lao Li."

“This is the eighth one today!”

The boy was lying on the table with his head covered with his school uniform. He stood up and rubbed his messy hair. He was obviously not fully awake and was a little grouchy after waking up, with a somewhat irritable look on his face.

There was some impatience on the young man's evil face.