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"Who is this person?" A well-behaved girl with twin ponytails in the front row of the classroom whispered curiously to her deskmate.

"He is so arrogant, do you know that is Cheng Xi's seat? Young Master Han will definitely not let him go." The deskmate is an outgoing girl with short hair, who has always been popular in the class. As soon as she opened her mouth, the surrounding students immediately echoed her.

"That's it."

"I really want to see Young Master Han throwing money at him."

"Huh? I suddenly want to take Cheng Xi's seat and let Young Master Han throw money at me." The short-haired girl suddenly became interested.

"Huh? Me, I want to too."

"Line up, line up, I said first."

The voices in the class were whispering at the beginning, and as they talked, not only the voice became louder, but even the painting style became inexplicable.

Han Jin was speechless, and glanced around. The students all zipped their mouths when they saw this, but the non-mainstream alien who occupied Cheng Xi's seat sneered, resounding throughout the classroom, looking particularly insane.

With an attitude of being nothing to do with himself, Han Jin met the man with a smirk in his eyes, turned around decisively and continued to sleep on his stomach.

Other students: "?"

Did you agree that Cheng Xi is your little baby?

Now his seat is occupied, can you still sleep?

Sure enough, the love of the rich second generation is just a cloud?Floats away lightly and effortlessly?

Just as all the students were looking at each other with all sorts of fantasies in their hearts, Cheng Xi, the owner of the seat, walked in from outside the classroom.

As soon as he stepped into the classroom, Cheng Xi saw the green hair on the seat. Different from the shock and doubts of others, Cheng Xi just walked to the seat calmly and indifferently, took a chemistry book with his hand, looked around, Finally locked the only empty seat in the middle of the classroom, and walked toward Han Jin.

Han Jin was lying on his stomach and squinting his eyes at the moment. He didn't know that the students around him took a breath, and the content of the discussion changed from "I want to take Cheng Xi's seat and Han Jin took money" to "Ah, ah, Cheng Xi went to find Young Master Han, and he actually took the initiative to seek asylum."

Everyone stared at the center of the classroom, looked at each other and nodded, all with expressions of excitement watching a good show.

Han Jin didn't know about it, and Cheng Xi, who knew it, turned a deaf ear to it, but it was the uninvited guest who took Cheng Xi's seat at the beginning and became angry.

With a "bang~" it slammed on the table, and the green-haired boy stood up "squeaky", "Cheng Xi, are you blind? Can't you see me here?"

The green-haired boy's voice was loud and piercing, and Han Jin's ears hurt from the shock. He pulled out his ears and looked at the source of the sound with displeasure, only to realize that the man had walked to the aisle next to his seat at some time, and the person on his left The one sitting was actually Cheng Xi.

Han Jin leaned back reflexively, rubbed his eyes to confirm that Cheng Xi was really sitting next to him, and he was in the awkward position between Cheng Xi and the green-haired boy.

Han Jin looked at Xin Teng, and there were only four words in his eyes: What's the situation?

Xin Teng spread his hands, pointed his right index finger at the back seat of Cheng Xi's original classroom, and then shook his index finger and middle finger alternately to make a walking gesture.

Han Jin understood, these two people came to him from the back row of the classroom.

But... why?

"Ask you, are you dumb?" The green-haired boy slapped Han Jin's desk, startling him, but Cheng Xi, who was sitting upright and looking like a normal person, slowly put down the book and passed Han Jin to read To the green-haired boys:

"He is also my suitor. You two will have a showdown before you come to me."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Xi suddenly felt something pierce his heart. He frowned slightly, and his dark eyes exuded a cold breath.

As for Han Jin, he looked at the green-haired boy with a look of borderline hatred: "???!!!"

It's not the eldest brother, can you stop staring at me with the look of killing your father and enemy?There is a misunderstanding here, a real misunderstanding.

No, wait, who is this green-haired boy?Is this character mentioned in the novel?

"Dinglingling~dinglingling~" The class bell temporarily interrupted the tension in the middle of the classroom. Then, the teacher walked in and saw a student dressed in nondescript clothes, and immediately became angry.

"Which class do you belong to? Why don't you hurry back to your classroom after class is over? Look at what you're wearing? Get the hell out, don't interfere with our class."

The chemistry teacher is a tall and thick male teacher. Regardless of his face, his muscles alone can attract a lot of women to scream, or make men feel timid.

With his roar, the green-haired boy pointed at Cheng Xi bitterly, and walked out of the classroom with a sneer.At the end, he leisurely glanced at Han Jin and the chemistry teacher, then turned and left.

This was the end of a small episode. No one noticed that after the green-haired boy left, the eyes of the chemistry teacher and Cheng Xi met in the air for a moment and then immediately staggered.

"Wow, Teacher Song is mighty." A girl covered her mouth in surprise and screamed softly.

"I scared shit just now, I thought our class was going to fight." The girl next to her patted her chest and let out a breath.

"With Mr. Song around, who would dare to make a mistake?"

The students unanimously focused on [the teacher's aura is too awesome] in a very tacit agreement.It took five seconds for someone to realize that something was wrong.

"Hey? Isn't this class a Chinese class?"

"That's right, why is Teacher Song here?"

"Okay, okay, be quiet, your Chinese teacher is busy temporarily, I will change with him. Class."

The classroom was quiet again, and Han Jin glanced at Cheng Xi who was sitting next to him from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was listening to the class seriously, writing and drawing on the books from time to time, unaffected by the incident just now, and he immediately admired him.

But in an instant, Han Jin thought again, Cheng Xi must have gotten used to such a life of being harassed, it was him before, and now it is the green-haired boy just now.

But in the face of this kind of harassment, what else can Cheng Xi do, other than turn a blind eye?

Thinking about the vicious eyes of that green-haired boy just now, Han Jin couldn't help shivering.

He was just scared after being kicked, what about Cheng Xi?However, he is often bullied and pursued by him before his consciousness is awakened, as well as Scum Gong II and Slag Gong III, and may also be harassed from time to time by male No. 18 like the green-haired mob just now. How can this heart bear it?

【Well, don't be afraid, it's okay. 】Han Jin scribbled down a few words on a small piece of paper, and pushed it to the seat next to him.

Cheng Xi rolled his eyes, glanced at the content on the note, and gently moved the book to cover it.

And the hand holding the book increased its strength.

After one class, Han Jin had already forgotten about the green-haired mob. After class, he yawned so sleepy that he lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.

Ten minutes later, Han Jin woke up, and was surprised to find that Cheng Xi was still sitting on the seat next to him.

Facing Han Jin's puzzled gaze, Cheng Xi just glanced at the seat in the penultimate row, and said lightly:

"I can't see very well sitting there."

"Ah? Are you short-sighted?" Han Jin was surprised. It was not mentioned in the plot that Cheng Xi was short-sighted, and this person didn't wear glasses, so he didn't look short-sighted no matter what.

"Then why don't you wear glasses?"

As soon as these words came out, Han Jin immediately understood the way Cheng Xi frowned—no money, and Cheng Xi had no money to buy glasses.

"Ah, that...then you sit here." Han Jin quickly added, seeing Cheng Xi's mouth twitch slightly, and let out a breath slowly.

"Wait, what happened to your hand?" Han Jin stared at Cheng Xi's left hand, and found that it was covered with gauze, and the gauze was wrapped around the palm of the hand, and a knot was tied on the back of the hand.

"The pencil sharpener hurt."

"Oh..." Han Jin nodded, "Be careful next time."

"Yeah." Cheng Xi nodded, her voice was very low, "It hurts a bit."

"Ah?" Han Jin didn't react for a while, and suddenly understood something, patted Cheng Xi on the shoulder, took advantage of the last few minutes of rest during the big break, and ran out quickly.

Before the start of class, Han Jin ran back to his seat panting, with a warning look in his eyes to dissuade Xin Teng who was trying to gossip. When the class bell rang, he took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it under the desk. To Cheng Xi, together with a note.

【It’s for you, it won’t hurt if you eat sugar. 】

Cheng Xi put the lollipop and the note into his pocket, looked at Han Jinji again, smiled innocently and sweetly at him, looked down at his left hand, smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, and continued to listen to the class.

……

Finally, after school ended at noon, Han Jin rushed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang - he was so hungry that he didn't even have time to eat in the morning.

Han Jin came to Jian's restaurant outside the school. The food here is more expensive, but the advantage is that there are fewer people, so it is suitable for occasional luxury, not to mention he is not short of money.

After eating and drinking, Han Jin leaned back in his chair, glanced at the time, and found that there were still two hours before class.

With nothing to do, Han Jin decided to go to the jewelry store outside the school. His mother's birthday was coming, so he had to prepare a gift.

After shopping around in the jewelry store, Han Jin locked on a light and thin silk scarf. The simple style is more elegant.

"Brother, do you want to try this pair of sunglasses? It's a new model in our store." The salesperson's little beauty pretended to look at Han Jin carefully, and nodded after a while:

"I feel that these sunglasses match you very well."

Han Jin wasn't interested in sunglasses, but the myopia glasses on the side caught his attention.

"If you don't know the prescription, can you buy it?" Han Jin picked up one of the black glasses.

"Of course you can, but it's better to test the degree." The little beauty happily introduced to Han Jin the most expensive black-frame glasses in the store just now, and she is bound to close the business.

"Um..." Han Jin hesitated. Given Cheng Xi's dislike and resistance to him, it is estimated that the possibility of directly bringing him here to get glasses is quite low.

"It's like this. My friend doesn't usually wear glasses, but if he sits in the third row, he can read the words on the blackboard clearly. How much is this?"

"I'm sitting in the third row. I can barely see clearly without wearing glasses." A gentle voice from the side interspersed. Seeing the salesperson and Han Jin looking at her, the girl smiled slightly and continued:

"My glasses are about 150 degrees."

"Okay, that's all." Han Jin immediately made a decision.

After paying the payment and walking into the classroom with the glasses in hand, Han Jin realized that he had just ignored a very important question——Cheng Xi, will he ask for his things?

Wait, why did he buy glasses for Cheng Xi?No, no, this is not the point, you have to find a way to get him to accept it.Otherwise, I'm short-sighted but don't wear glasses, just thinking about it makes me feel pitiful.

Speaking of which, Cheng Xi is worthy of being the abused beauty in the book, and the author is too fucked up to make him so poor, damn it! ! !

……

During class in the afternoon, Cheng Xi took something out of the drawer and took out a silver-gray spectacle frame.

"I got caught in a trap during lunch. Is it serious? It will cost you ten yuan. Give me the money." Han Jin stretched out a hand to Cheng Xi, with a sullen expression on his face.

"What ten dollars?" Xin Teng was attracted by the good-quality black-rimmed glasses, rubbed his hands and said excitedly:

"Where did Young Master Han get the ring? I'll try it too."

Han Jin: "..."

The two chatted about other things. Anyway, Xin Teng failed to get the location of the ferrule from Han Jin in the end. Xin Teng returned to his seat with a disappointed face. After a while, he thought of something, as if he had discovered a new continent. He took out his phone, typed a line, hesitated and sent it.

Han Jin didn't notice Xin Teng's small movements, Cheng Xi glanced at it, his eyes fell on the black-rimmed glasses, and his eyes moved slightly.

After school that day, Han Jin walked to the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, held out his hand to stop the car, and after getting into the taxi, he received a call from his father, saying that he would be returning to China in a week, and asked his son to take care of himself.

After hanging up the phone, Han Jin noticed that the taxi driver was looking at the rearview mirror from time to time, mumbling something, as if he was talking about "bicycle".

I don't know if the passenger looked at him curiously from the rearview mirror, the driver smiled and said:

"I saw that there was a bicycle following all the way, but I couldn't see it when I turned a corner just now. I guess I was dazzled."

Han Jin: ""

Bike Tracking Taxi?Are you making a movie?

Han Jin didn't take it seriously, got out of the car, walked into the villa area, and walked home like a walk.

The driver started the car, and as soon as he drove away from the villa area, he saw a tall and thin boy who was sitting on a bicycle stepping on the ground.

The master driver looked in the rearview mirror and found that the figure just now was gone. He rubbed his eyes, took another look, but there was still no sign, and immediately complained speechlessly: "I saw a ghost."

That night, at Cheng Xi's house.

On the shabby and dilapidated balcony, a pot of cactus stood against the wind but remained motionless. Beside it was a three or four-year-old girl, squatting on the ground, staring at the object in front of her with serious concentration—a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and the Two lenses.

"Brother, why do you need to change the lens? Is your lens broken?"

Cheng Xi touched his sister's little head, but said nothing.

The gaze falling on the black-rimmed glasses is full of playfulness.