The sweet smell of citrus

"?" I haven't had time to line up the position yet! ?

Cheng Jialan thought a few times, hum, even a transfer student can't be arranged well, how dare you say that you have strong work ability?

"Then where am I sitting?"

The little girl's soft voice sounded in his ears, and Song Yi pulled his mouth, thinking, in such a big classroom, with so many people and so many stools, is it possible that we can't find a place to stay?

She smiled lightly, and patted Cheng Jialan's hand, "Wait a minute."

Cheng Jialan, who was suddenly photographed, froze and was very upset.

What happened to the person Cheng Weiguo was looking for this time, when did he start to play tricks when we first met?

While complaining in his head, Cheng Jialan saw Song Yi pull out two stools from the locker at the back of the classroom.

She moved two stools and was about to move forward. A classmate sitting at the back saw it and quickly walked over to take the two stools in her hand.

Cheng Jialan smiled again when he saw her.

I laughed very happily.

... Oh, hypocrites.

The two stools soon arrived where they should be. Song Yi led Cheng Jialan back, "The table has not been arranged for the time being. After class, I will ask my classmates to help you move it in the office of work. I will temporarily wrong Cheng for this class." You sat on the stool for a while."

what! ?

Can only sit on a stool?

She was going to lie down on the table and sleep for a while, what kind of high school is this, it doesn't even arrange the transfer student's table...

No, wait!

Cheng Jialan seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and a lot of plots popped up in his mind, what he wants to promote first, he is obviously a spy, but he has to endure hardships with the protagonist first, wants to gain the trust of the protagonist, and then secretly stabs the most painful knife!

Did this person deliberately not arrange the table, so now move two stools here——

Just want to share adversity with her so pretendingly, and let her admit it?

What a vicious woman.

Song Yi saw Cheng Jialan's complexion suddenly turned bad, thinking that she felt that she was losing her temper by sitting like this, so she habitually comforted her, "Actually, it's okay to sit for a while, English class will be over soon."

The lecture was still going on ahead, Song Yi's voice was low.

Cheng Jialan snorted coldly: "Don't make such tricks, you think you can confuse me by doing something like this? Impossible."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Jialan sat down on the square stool in a noble and glamorous manner.

Song Yi who was suddenly threatened by cue:? ? ?

...what the hell.

For the first time in school, she showed a somewhat subtle expression in public.

In addition to being powerful and powerful, the appearance and personality of the future tablemate are not in line with each other, and they are a bit pure... there seems to be something else? ? ?

Addicted to Mary Su novels in the second grade?

After showing an awkward yet polite smile, she returned to her seat directly.

Cheng Jialan, who was sitting alone in the back, saw her walking away, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Just when she was a little confused, Song Yi walked towards her with an English book.

But before she had time to feel that her guess was right, the English book fell on the stool next to her: "Student Cheng, I helped you pick up the textbook yesterday. This is your English book. You can use it first." .”

"..."

"Wait, is this stool taken out to hold books for me?"

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, "Of course."

"I need to take notes occasionally in English class. It is more convenient to write on the pad."

Cheng Jialan suddenly revealed an expression of shame and indignation.

Chapter 4 When we get to know each other, I will call you——Galan

English class is over soon.

Song Yi recruited a helpful boy to the Academic Affairs Office to help Cheng Jialan move the table.

After the desk arrived, she communicated with her original deskmate about what the teacher said.

The deskmate was a cute girl with a round face. When she heard that the squad leader was about to leave her, she showed a disappointed expression, and then glanced at Cheng Jialan next to her with a very dissatisfied expression.

"Squad leader... I can't bear you."

The round-faced girl beeped twice.

Song Yi likes this kind of cute person very much. She raised her lips at a higher angle. She patted the girl's shoulder and said softly: "Okay, it's just a change of position. I'm still in the same class. If you have any problems in the future, you can still ask me You can come and ask me anytime."

"Yeah!" She nodded.

Cheng Jialan, who had been killed by his eyes, let out a soft snort when he saw them changing positions as if they were parting from each other.Why don't you just change your location?Pretend to be fake.

About three or four minutes later, Cheng Jialan had his own place.

She looked proud, raised her head slightly, and sat down.

After sitting down, she wanted to put the book on the table, but when she saw——

"Why is this table so dusty?" She looked at Song Yi dissatisfied.

Song Yi glanced at it and realized, "This table has probably been placed in the Academic Affairs Office for a long time, it's normal for it to be a little dusty."

normal?

……laugh.

It's normal for a table to be dirty, but this dirty table was placed in front of her!It's just not normal!

"All right, I've listened to your explanation, as long as..." Song Yi wiped the table clean, and she will forcefully forgive you.But before Cheng Jialan finished speaking, a tissue had already appeared on her desk.

"??"

Anger was like a chuī balloon, chuī entered Cheng Jialan's mind, and the anger made her pretty face flush, "Why did you throw the napkin at me?"