Quick Transmigration: Don't Be Slag

Ling Jin, who was blowing on the air conditioner in the classroom, didn't know the scorching sun outside.

Ling Jin supported his head with one hand and held a pen in the other, listening to the teacher on the stage who spoke English with a local accent leading the text.

The teacher looks a little old, but he can speak quite a bit of English, especially the distinctive accent.

Ling Jin was a little bored and played with the pen, but the teacher seemed to be singing a lullaby, and Ling Jin felt a little drowsy listening to it.

Finally get out of class was over, Ling Jin just squatted on the table for a while, the people around were discussing, and some people ran out to watch:

"Ah, isn't that Ding Xiufeng? What happened to him?"

"I don't know, I think he's very handsome just standing there!"

"I know, they skipped class and were caught by the teacher, hahaha," a boy replied eagerly.

"Hahaha, the last physical education class was in the art class. There were not many students in the art class, and there were only a dozen students in a class. But the teacher asked them to register, and they registered in the thirty-somethings abruptly. I laughed so hard! "

"Pfft hahaha"

Ling Jin hadn't fallen asleep at all, and when he heard this, he was a little speechless. Is this really the second-to-last IQ?

After the people next to them broke the news, the group of people started talking to those who didn't know.

Ling Jin couldn't sleep anymore, so he walked to Shen Yu's side with his lunch box, sat on Shen Yu's seat at the same table, propped his head in one hand, and held the lunch box in the other hand, looked at Shen Yu and said:

"Little fat man, your lunch box."

Shen Yu looked at him nervously, and whispered:

"...Do you still want to eat tomorrow? I can continue to do it." Just after finishing speaking, Shen Yu's stomach growled.

The corner of Ling Jin's mouth curled into a smile, and said:

"Well...no need, little fat man has to eat obediently."

Shen Yu's face was a little red, and she waved her white and tender hands, her embarrassing words were blurred:

"Uh...uh, I'm not hungry"

Ling Jin looked at Shen Yu, as if thinking of something, there was a little tenderness in his eyes, Ling Jin's face was a bit stern when he wasn't smiling, his facial lines were tough, and a bit cold, but now Ling Jin's eyes are gentle, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Some gentle seniors hurried away.

"Boss, boss!" The Shaolin man came in before the sound came, and saw his boss sitting in the most hated front row, joking with a friendly face to the little fat man beside him.

Shao Lin was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, and said:

"Boss, have you been possessed by a ghost?"

Ling Jin glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to look at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu's white and tender face was stained with blush.

Shao Lin looked at the pink bubbles beside the two of them, and said in his heart: How can I defile the boss, no, that fat man is not worthy of the boss!

Shao Lin suddenly thought of the purpose of his visit, so he said:

"Boss, don't forget that we agreed to go to the Internet cafe together tonight."

Ling Jin frowned, and replied:

"understood!"

It was almost time for class, and Shao Lin also went back to his class.

When Shen Yu's deskmate came back, he saw the notorious school bully sitting in his seat. He insisted on waiting until class began before entering class, and returned to his seat.

Ling Jin sat back in his seat, thought for a while, and called 333 in his heart and asked:

"Is there a possibility... Shen Yu is also the host?"

333 replied coldly:

"Sorry, the system doesn't have permission to check."

Ling Jin didn't continue to ask, but just rubbed his left ring finger.

Finally after school, Ding Xiufeng, who was still under the flagpole just now, ran back, sat down on his seat, and said:

"That old man is really ruthless, boss, don't go, let me rest, I have stood for two classes!"