Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

After the Fu family saw the hot search, they called one after another to care about Fu Ting.

Fu Ting comforted the family one by one, and Fu Sixing asked caringly, Would you like me to help you press the heat?

Fu Ting raised her eyebrows, No need.

Jian Ning is so deliberate to build up momentum for her, and she will show her face at the door, and she won't hit her for nothing.

Fu Ting went to take a bath, there was no one at home, so when she came out, she just wrapped herself in a bathrobe, her whole body was pink and tender.

When he was about to go to bed, Cen Juan sent Fu Ting a WeChat video.

Fu Ting picked it up while getting into the bed, and Cen Juan's troublesome face immediately appeared on the screen. The background was a hotel, and the light was a bit dim.

Cen Juan didn't expect that Fu Ting would pick it up, so he reacted slowly, looked at his girlfriend's cute face on the screen and chuckled, Haven't slept yet?

Soon. Fu Ting put the phone on the bedside table, wiped her hair with a towel, and said calmly, It's so late, why are you still awake?

I've been busy today, and it's the first time I haven't talked to you. Cen Juan's voice was a little slow, appearing extremely serious, I'm not used to it.

Fu Ting paused, it was the first time that this man said such ambiguous words so seriously, inexplicably felt that the temperature around him was scalding.

She put down the towel and slowly looked at the screen. The man was sitting alone in the dark room, leaning against the sofa, looking a bit deserted.

He held a cigarette under his fingertips, and his eyes were full of bright smiles, After rolling on the bed for a long time, I always feel that something is missing.

The corners of his lips curled up, and he said in a drawn-out tone, I just woke up when I was about to fall asleep. I didn't talk to my beautiful sister.

...

No more than three seconds of seriousness.

The bath towel on Fu Ting's body fell down at some point, revealing a lot of amorous feelings. Seeing the man on the screen watching her tightly, she immediately tightened it up and clicked, Master Juan is definitely thinking about I?

Cen Juan exhaled smoke and laughed hoarsely, All of them.

...

Fu Ting was aroused by his mellow and lingering voice, and he didn't want to be easily blush even though he was thousands of miles away, so he asked calmly, Have you been drinking?

Yeah. Cen Juan rubbed his temples, and said lazily, There is a dinner.

Are there girls at the dinner?

There are many.

Fu Ting was just asking casually, but when he heard it was true, he was inexplicably blocked, especially when he saw the man's ostentatious look with reddened eyes after drinking, and asked with a straight face, Are they good-looking?

They both have two eyes and one nose, what's so good about them?

Lazy voice, nonchalant attitude, undisciplined as always.

Fu Ting hummed, and it was rare for him to ask cautiously, Then I am also like this?

That's different... Cen Juan paused, looked at Fu Ting's face carefully, and raised his hoarse and low voice, Ting Ting's eyes contain clear blue waves, his nose is small and charming, and his pink lips are soft and lovely...

...

What is soft and cuddly?

Fu heard that there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, with a sober look in his eyes, loose and happy, this brother deliberately teased her again?

It's a bit hot. Fu Ting rolled his eyes, and slowly unbuttoned the bathrobe, Brother, I really miss you too, and want to hug you to sleep...

Cen Juan sat upright in an instant, staring at the budding girl on the screen, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

She unbuttoned three buttons, revealing her collarbone, and her white, glowing skin sank into a sexy groove, where he had been deeply buried...

Seeing that it was going to continue, Fu Ting paused, and raised the corners of his lips at him with a bit of a naughty smile, It's a pity you're not here, so let's think about some things.

After hearing this, Fu immediately hung up the video, and returned all the man's fantasies to their original form.

Cen Juan, ...

He took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom behind him with a cold face.

Go back and clean you up!

*

Exam day.

Fu Ting stepped onto the lecture theater, where half of the graduate students referred were assigned.

Fu Ting was originally a celebrity, and everyone knew that the exam was troublesome again. She became the focus of attention as soon as she appeared.

Everyone in the classroom is bowing their heads and cramming for notes. The next thing they have to face is the outline of S-level forensic doctor F. Everyone is nervous as if they are about to go to the battlefield.

Fu Ting found her seat and stood there with her chin in a daze.

It was the first time after high school that I sat in a classroom and felt the atmosphere of an exam, which was not bad.

Song Jin sat behind her, poked her head and asked, Listen, don't you bring a notebook for drafting?

Fu Ting shrugged, I don't use draft paper.

These words not only stimulated Song Jin, but also stimulated other researchers who silently followed her.

It would be understandable if you switch to other courses without using scratch paper, but this is a written test for forensic science, a subject even more terrifying than advanced mathematics.

Who here had not prepared thick draft paper, but Fu Ting actually took a pen.

Is this really awesome, or is it self-defeating?

However, considering that Fu Ting had never studied forensic science at all, it was more likely that he would give up on himself.

Soon, the news that Fu Ting didn't take the draft paper spread to several other examination rooms.

The originally tense exam atmosphere became more relaxed because of Fu Ting.

Even geniuses give up on themselves, so they don't have to worry about failing the exam and being ashamed.

Seeing Fu Ting's rough appearance, Song Jin asked in despair, You didn't even read the materials we gave you, did you?

Fu Ting yawned, buried her face in her arms, and said sullenly, I'll take a break, the exam will start to poke me!

Song Jin, ...

My little ancestor, can you have a sense of crisis!

When Jian Ning came in with the three sisters he had just met, he saw Fu Ting sleeping soundly on the table, not as flustered as he imagined.

The sister next to her said, Expert Jian, looking at Fu Ting like that, I'm afraid he knows he's going to fail in the exam, so he simply doesn't care about his appearance, so as to gain a good reputation for not messing around in times of crisis.

Another sister analyzed, She doesn't even use scratch paper, she is really a werewolf, but I heard that she has a photographic memory, maybe she really has the ability to pass the test, otherwise she would not be so relaxed.

Jian Ning had no expression on his face, but he was inevitably a little wary in his heart.

The third sister hurriedly said, How is it possible for Fu Ting to pass the exam? Fu Ting has never listened to a forensic science class, and no matter how vividly he remembers it, he only memorizes the basics. Forensic science requires practical operation, not to mention the written test. The last autopsy report requires solid experience in anatomy. Look at Fu Ting's slack posture, as if it's done? It's nowhere near as expert as Jane's.

The expression on Jian Ning's face finally cleared up.

She threw the draft paper in her hand into the trash can, and the sisters asked, You don't use draft paper, do you?

Jian Ning smiled slightly, This kind of quiz doesn't need scratch paper.